He also brought along all the Mire Wasps.
The target this time — 30 kilometers south, an area covered with tall black grass, where the worshippers of the evil demigod, the Master of Stench and Flies, reside.
If they dare to attack Weilu City, they must be prepared to face the consequences!
He never postpones vengeance overnight.
Lear's gaze was cold and indifferent.
After the army gathered, he thought for a moment and sent someone to summon Bain's granddaughter, the only alchemist in Weilu City, who created a 3-star Alchemy Potion —
Donia.
Upon seeing Lear, this thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl was quite shy.
"Good day, Lord..."
After a timid bow, her hands were twisting the cloth bag she was holding, not daring to look at him directly.
Lear stared at the little girl and spoke slowly.
"Donia, you should know, last night a brutal enemy attacked the territory."
"We lost dozens of warriors because of this, and this grudge must be settled... blood must repay blood."
Donia's small face became serious, ignoring her shyness, and she handed over the cloth bag she held.
"Lord, this is the Black Spot Blood Worm Powder I've made over the past few days, all in here..."
"Due to the limited number of Black-spot Red Blood Worms, I can't make too much at the moment..."
She hurriedly added.
"But I've already started trying to breed Black-spot Red Blood Worms, these worms grow fast, and a large batch will be available by mid-next month."
The breeding speed of the worms is not something ordinary life forms can compare to, with thousands or tens of thousands of eggs laid at once, no worse than fish, and with a much higher survival rate.
Lear took it and nodded in appreciation.
"Donia, you did an excellent job."
"Whatever resources you need, you can directly ask Bain for them, strive to stabilize the production of Black Spot Blood Worm Powder."
The power of the 3-star Alchemy Potion had already been tested on the 13-star Mosquito Queen.
With the cooperation of the Bubble Beast, the effect could be greatly enhanced.
It's always good to have more means prepared for dealing with those worshippers of the Evil God.
The little girl's face turned red with excitement and she nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.
To receive Lear's approval was as glorious to her as receiving a first-place prize award as a child.
Preparations completed, the army set off directly.
Thirty kilometers is not close, but most of this area has already been explored, and the progress was swift.
By noon.
Information was received from the Wetland Lizard-men ahead... they discovered the area covered with tall black grass.
Lear's gaze sharpened, and his inner emotions immediately surged.
He ordered the main force to stay put for the moment, while he, along with Haggs and two squads of Wetland Lizard-men, stealthily approached.
After about ten minutes of walking, passing through sparse woods, the view suddenly opened up.
In front was a vast open ground as far as the eye could see.
The ground was covered with black, slender wild grass, blanketing the entire space.
Upon concentrating, a distinctive evil aura could be felt emanating from the grassy field.
As if the ground was paved with flesh and bones and the black grass was an evil plant nourished by blood.
The air was filled with a noxious stench of blood and sulfur, sickening to the core.
Looking around, the air was silent except for the occasional rustle of grass and leaves in the gentle breeze.
The sounds of insects and frogs seemed to have been completely isolated.
Haggs suddenly appeared to sense something, staring intently at the center of the black grass cluster.
"Sovereign... those bastards are here."
"I can sense it, the repulsive stench of those flies!"
Lear slightly raised an eyebrow.
Looking around, he found nothing suspicious.
Gazing down at the grass, he seemed to be pondering.
Letting his spirit dissipate outward, he mobilized the power of the Swamp Divine Format within him, enveloping himself with the power of a divine spirit, then concealed his figure by the tree trunks, treading silently forward.
In a moment, the view in front of him changed.
The black grassy terrain vanished, replaced by a land soaked in blood and strewn with remnants.
Strange, twisted hairs hovered midair, resembling... the bristles on a fly's legs.
In the central area, thousands of bodies kneeling in a circle, facing inward, stood silently.
What was truly shocking was, above the center of these corpses, a three-meter-long spatial rift stood suspended in the air.
It resembled an Eye of the Demon.
From the rift, Plague Flies crawled out continuously.
On the ground below, their numbers had already exceeded a thousand and were still increasing.
The most crucial part... he saw three Plague Fly Generals as well!!
Lear took a deep breath, his gaze turning sharp and cold.
Fortunately, he acted today, for if he had come a moment later, the enemy forces would have gathered, leading to a battle tonight ten times more atrocious than last night.
Even if the Flesh Butcher completed its transformation, an unbearable price would have to be paid.
He retreated a step back.
The grim scene vanished instantly.
Once more, the view of the lush black grasses emerged.
"Sovereign..."
Haggs seemed at a loss.
Lear didn't explain much, motioning for the accompanying warriors to return immediately.
Back with the main forces, relief washed over him.
After pondering, he relayed the information within to the army, finally turning to Haggs with a serious tone.
"Anyone entering that area would be instantly detected by them."
"So, we don't have many opportunities."
He had only managed to shield himself from detection by utilizing the power of the Divine Format.
But with an army of hundreds, he couldn't protect everyone.
"Once the battle starts, you need to eliminate those three Plague Fly Generals immediately... Can you manage?"
Haggs responded in a deep tone, with an unwavering gaze.
"My lord, the task shall be completed!"
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