Chapter 923: Chapter 923 - 390: Titan Divine Race, Blood Sea Tyrant
After the Desolate Tomb Level was raised, not only did the number of Deserted Tomb Guards increase, but all aspects of attributes were also greatly enhanced.
Even without the Deserted Tomb Guards, the other party possesses the combat power that the Extraordinary should have.
Unfortunately, once the level is raised, the other party can no longer enter the Original Plane.
Even if the level cap inside is raised, it cannot accommodate the power of the Extraordinary.
Now it can only be stationed at the Mire Swamp.
But this is just as well, as the outside situation is extremely turbulent, and the High Tier forces at hand are somewhat stretched. These 5,000 Level 20 Deserted Tomb Guards can directly make up for this deficiency.
A man without wealth won’t enrich, a horse without grass at night won’t fatten, truly an eternal truth.
Lear looked at the Ghost God’s body, already turned to dust, with great sentiment.
If only he could hunt thirty or fifty Divine Spirits, there would be nothing to worry about...
After calming his mind, he immediately left the Swamp Divine Kingdom with the Tomb.
Then arranged for the other party to garrison Weilu City.
In no time, the Tomb immediately summoned Ghost Guards.
Watching the Ghost Guards crawl one by one from the tomb, Lear’s eyes lit up.
After the upgrade, Ghost Guards are no longer the same. Not only is the momentum more ferocious, but their appearance has also changed significantly.
Originally in the form of ordinary ghosts, they are now encased in a majestic set of translucent armor, looking mighty imposing.
The scythe in its hand now bears 30 new inscriptions, adding to the ones already lit, now there are a total of 50 inscriptions.
Each lit inscription can significantly enhance the scythe’s damage. If all are lit, the Deserted Tomb Guard’s attack power will become quite monstrous.
A chain has been added to the handle of the scythe, fastened to the arm of the Ghost Guard.
Its height has also increased to 5 meters, nearly reaching two stories.
Just from the appearance alone, it’s apparent that the current Deserted Tomb Guards are far stronger than before.
When two thousand Deserted Tomb Guards rise to the sky, they immediately provide a reassuring sense of security.
Their limit is a giant 5,000, but new soul enslaving hunts are needed to fully fill it.
But that is not a concern, the Abyss rift to the west is still there, the demons have not rested, although they are fewer than before, they remain considerable.
Slaughtering a few squads will suffice.
With a Level 20 rank, they can already hold their own against ordinary Ultimate Soldiers.
As the Tomb fully digests the power of the Ghost God, the level will inevitably continue to rise, by then the Deserted Tomb Guards will grow even stronger.
A powerful army that grows and is unafraid of losses, that is comforting.
After handling this matter, it soon turned to November 29th.
During the day, Lear finished dealing with political affairs, and as night fell, he silently arrived at the edge of the Mire Swamp.
The Mire Swamp had expanded to a diameter of 300 kilometers, though not as vast as the endless Wilderness, but looking out, it stretched endlessly.
It definitely counts as vast.
The Thunder Titan was originally more than four hundred kilometers from the Mire Swamp, now with the Swamp expanded by such a distance, it’s been shortened to around two hundred kilometers from the Titan Divine City where the Thunder Titan resides.
When the Thunder Titan descended, it dimmed the heavens and earth, and the Blood Sea Tyrant’s attack surely couldn’t be concealed.
On the edge of the swamp, one can definitely detect the movement over there.
Feeling the unique night atmosphere, Lear looked toward the Wilderness with calm and profound eyes.
If the next development goes smoothly, the Thunder Titan will seek help, which would be his first active involvement in conflicts among Divine Spirits of this level.
Although it’s just deploying troops to assist, the risk is not insignificant.
But without taking advantage of the situation before it completely collapses, to seize greater benefits and grow as much as possible, how can one cope with upcoming changes?
Risk and opportunity coexist.
A breeze from the Wilderness brought a slight chill.
The lights in Weilu City still shone, but the air carried a hint of tension, with many residents feeling inexplicably uneasy, as if something is about to happen.
Seeing the valiant guards patrolling around, they finally put their inner worries to rest.
No matter what happens, they firmly believe that the great Sovereign will surely protect their safety!
This is a belief forged by countless victories, unshakeable.
Lear could feel this clearly, and a sense of calm settled over him.
Thinking this over, he flew from the swamp’s edge to a thousand meters high, overlooking the vast land below.
The moonlight poured like water, making the night not so dark. Everything on the Wilderness, though losing the vibrant colors of daytime, had a different kind of beauty under the moonlight.
Time ticked by, second by second.
When the moon rose to its peak, time quietly stepped into November 30th.
At that moment, in the distance towards the Wilderness, the sky suddenly darkened!
Rumble——!!!
A deep reverberation like a thousand thunders exploding traveled clearly across the vastness to every creature’s ear.
A vague sense of fear arose, and the beasts on the Wilderness scampered frantically from their nests.
Serpents, insects, rodents, and ants scurried densely, covering the ground.
The Wilderness was instantly thrown into chaos.
In the next moment, a shocking massive blood-red fissure, like a grotesque wound, tore open at the horizon!
The firmament shattered.
Behind the fissure lies a boundless, churning bloody ocean of foul-smelling waves.
Thick blood surged like lava, and countless twisted, blood-formed monsters roiled and bellowed within, exuding a nauseating aura of tyranny and destruction.
"Hahaha, is this the Main Plane?"