CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: GOD? SORRY, SO AM I!

The death of the Half-Fishman Chieftain awakened the Half-Fishman God.

As a key nurtured subject, to die like this...this is a mortal’s provocation against a god, it’s blasphemy!

Their wrath will consume everything!

At this moment, two unique attributes appeared on the Half-Fishman’s panel—

Level: Level 9 (Temporary)

Status: Gift of the Half-Fishman God (All attributes increased by 80%, lasts for 1 hour)

The combat power of these swamp creatures surged dramatically!

Lear’s gaze became as sharp as a hawk’s, staring intently at the Skeleton Altar.

God? No...that is his prey!!

The Half-Fishman, whose strength had greatly increased, felt the divine gaze upon them!

They immediately entered a deeper frenzy.

"Great Half-Fishman God, your glory will shine upon the world!"

"Kill!"

The Half-Fishman, with endless strength within them, charged fiercely toward the Wetland Lizard-men.

"Form up and kill the enemy!"

Haggs, without fear, stood at the front line, igniting a fierce aura of Qi Blood on his body.

The Wetland Lizard-men followed closely, forming a formation; five teams of Wetland Lizard-men shot forward like unsheathed blades, piercing straight into the enemy.

They collided fiercely with the Half-Fishmen!

Thud~

The Steel Saber sliced through bone!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere!

The frenzied Half-Fishmen charged into the steel, blood splattering, yet the pain did not stop them and instead made them even crazier.

The Bone Spear in their hands swung violently.

The air was crackling loudly.

Bang~

A Wetland Lizard-man was hit on the shoulder, the armor denting inward significantly.

Thud~

The Wetland Lizardman Warrior withdrew their saber to strike back, slicing directly into the opponent’s neck.

Blood sprayed instantly.

But the bone-deep attack didn’t bring the Half-Fishman down; instead, roaring, it jumped up, embracing the Wetland Lizardman Warrior, and fiercely bit down with sharp teeth.

Crunch~ The armor was bitten through by the sharp teeth! Penetrating the bones!

The pain instantly enraged the Wetland Lizard-man, whose sharp claws tore into the opponent’s abdomen, causing the Half-Fishman’s entrails to gush out.

Yet before the victorious Lizard-man could savor their triumph, they suddenly felt a sharp pain in the neck.

Something rushed up from their throat, splat~ splat~ blood uncontrollably spurted from their mouth.

From the corner of their eye, they saw a straight bone spear stabbing into their neck, the crazed Half-Fishman grinning grimly, gripping the spear tail tightly.

Gasp~ Gasp~

Wanting to say something, but the Wetland Lizardman Warrior found themselves unable to speak, eyes wide with anger, as they collapsed to the ground with the Half-Fishman clutching them, never to speak again.

Wetland Lizardman Warrior...deceased.

With the divine spirit’s gift, and an 80% boost to all attributes, the Half-Fishmen, numbering twice as many as the Wetland Lizardmen warriors, immediately inflicted significant shock on them.

Though Lear’s Swamp Blessing in hand never ceased, more of his focus was still on the Skeleton Altar.

The brutal melee between both sides was too severe; even fatal wounds like those that pierced hearts and shattered skulls could not be healed by the intense healing skill of Swamp Blessing.

The frenzied Half-Fishman ignored casualties completely.

After a significant increase in attributes, their combat power skyrocketed several folds!

Luckily, Lear was in the rear as a healer, continually applying the Swamp Blessing.

As long as it wasn’t a fatal injury, it could be saved.

Nonetheless, even so, as the killing reached a fever pitch, the Wetland Lizardman warriors still sustained losses exceeding two squads!

Lear’s gaze grew colder.

Your Half-Fishman God still wants to hide in the back?

"Bubble Beast, support with Bubble Bombs!"

"Swamp Boggart, shake their will with your song!"

The brutal slaughter on the battlefield made everyone extremely tense.

With the orders given, the Bubble Beasts immediately blew bubbles, compressing air madly inside.

Then, like remote cannoneers, they controlled the bubbles to fly out.

The bubbles traced long lines across the sky, landing among the enemy ranks.

Boom~

They exploded suddenly.

The powerful shockwave flipped Half-Fishmen and their mounts.

But the Half-Fishmen, with their temporarily boosted levels and soaring attributes, forced their way through.

Covered in blood, they continued to charge and kill.

Mm~ Mm~~~

A melodious song quietly began.

The Half-Fishmen’s determination wavered briefly, some in a daze.

The Wetland Lizard-men seized the opportunity, Steel Sabers slashing out, sending a dozen heads flying.

But in an instant, the other Half-Fishmen regained their senses, roaring and charging.

The song no longer had an effect.

With the enemy prepared, in peak condition, the Swamp Boggart’s enchanting song was suppressed to the extreme.

This is also the shortcoming of these magical beings.

Magic surged through Lear, releasing waves of Magic Energy from within, landing among the front-line troops and strongly supporting the frontline Wetland Lizardman warriors.

This is the swamp, his home ground.

Though his current level wasn’t high, with only a mere 300 points of magic power.

The entire swamp was blessing him, with a magic recovery rate that was almost absurd.

Each Swamp Blessing cast cost 30 points of magic power.

He could cast it only 10 times with his magic power.

But nestled in the swamp, nearly two hundred magic points could be restored every minute.

Like an endless spring, providing the strongest support for the Wetland Lizard-men ahead.

He was the confidence of these warriors.

The remote support of the Bubble Beasts disrupted the Half-Fishmen’s rhythm, gradually allowing the Wetland Lizard-men to control the battlefield.

With the Wetland Lizard-men’s frenzied massacre, the number of Half-Fishmen dwindled.

After the Wetland Lizard-men lost four squads, the number of Half-Fishmen finally dwindled to less than a hundred.

With a numerical advantage, they began to press step by step.

Constant encirclement and annihilation!

The Half-Fishmen seemed to realize they were about to face extinction, launching an even more frantic counterattack.

But before the advantageous Wetland Lizard-men, they were forcibly suppressed.

Their numbers decreased rapidly, until only the last two squads remained.

At this point, the remaining Half-Fishmen in the rear could no longer sit still.

A compelling pressure emanated from the Skeleton Altar above.

The entire sky seemed to darken at that moment.

The shattered bodies and flesh on the ground surged rapidly, gathering in one direction.

In just a few breaths, the flesh merged and formed a terrifying stitching monster over three meters tall.

It had no head, and its arms, legs, and torso were forcibly melded together from broken limbs.

It gave off a sense of eerie and terrifying impact.

Blood continued to seep from the seams of the limbs...

The grotesque, bizarre stitched flesh monster faced Lear.

"Vile mortals, you are courting death!"

The Half-Fishman God was infuriated.

He had been asleep for far too long, long enough to lose most of his power.

It was not easy to awaken and find his followers again.

But in the blink of an eye, these damn bastards had killed them all!

They were the foundation of his revival.

Bastards!!

If it weren’t for the loss of most of his power, he could destroy these damn swamp beings a hundred times, a thousand times, with just a glance!!

Without a head, but the voice brimming with dark anger thundered through the sky.

"Even the great deities, you dare to desecrate?"

"Kneel, bow!"

"Submit, offer your soul!"

Like the screams and howls of thousands, as if the most painful punishment was being applied to the body, that voice penetrated deep into the soul and bloodline.

Divine Power!

The ultimate existence in this world, merely a reprimanding language, seemed like it was going to crush everyone’s soul.

No escape, nowhere to hide!

Lear’s gaze sharpened.

A sacred majesty emanated from him as well, isolating that soul-shaking pressure.

You think you’re a god?!

The broken, stitching, headless, distorted flesh body suddenly looked towards Lear.

Even without a head, it gave him a terrifying feeling of being stared at by two large eyes.

The Half-Fishman God suddenly became excited, and the blood on his body surged wildly.

"You possess the aura of the Swamp God’s Divine Format?"

The voice that echoed around was filled with endless delight.

Like a hungry beggar smelling freshly baked sweet bread covered in honey.

"Lowly human, you think you can touch divine power?!"

"Offer your soul!"

Divine Format, Divine Format!!

If he could obtain the Swamp God’s Divine Format, his power would be greatly restored... and with this in the future, further progress is not impossible.

At this moment, he felt like the Creator God was blessing him!

As soon as he awakened, he encountered such a good fortune!

Hahaha!!

Devour it, devour it!!

Then the Half-Fishman God was puzzled to find that the other party not only did not dodge or retreat but instead rushed towards him.

What was happening?

The Half-Fishman God was stunned for a moment, then became even more excited.

The prey was going to offer itself to him?!

He suddenly drove away the remaining two squads of Half-Fishmen in front to allow the other party to approach him more conveniently.

With each step forward, he could feel that power he craved so desperately growing stronger.

When he was about twenty or thirty meters close, the Half-Fishman God could no longer hold back.

A majestic, terrifying soul orb surged out of the stitched flesh body, rushing directly towards Lear.

The Wetland Lizardman in front instinctively raised a knife to intercept.

But that dark soul orb passed directly through their bodies, their bodies suddenly stiffened, and they lost their life signs.

Touch it and die!

More than two squads were stripped of life.

Too fast, too fast, nobody had time to react before that dark energy had already surged into Lear’s body.

Haggs beside him suddenly felt a chill in his soul, and his whole body trembled.

The soul of the Half-Fishman God had invaded the Sovereign’s body?!!

Contrary to his fearful mood was the Half-Fishman God, who was in extreme excitement.

It was as if he saw the scene of himself mastering the Swamp God’s Divine Format, transforming into a powerful divine power deity.

"Lowly scum, that Divine Format is mine... huh? What is this?!"

The Half-Fishman God, who rushed into Lear’s mind, saw the sacred object floating in the Seed of Magic, and a sense of unease instantly arose.

His heart was incredulous and shocked.

"You, you fused the Divine Format?"

A mere mortal, an ordinary person with a common bloodline, only a level 3.

Can merge a Divine Format into their soul?

He felt disbelief and absurdity.

That was a Divine Format!

A Divine Format with supreme power!

Even if a divine spirit came, it would take a great cost to refine it to make it their own!

How could a mortal possibly erode divine power?!

Lear’s expression now was extremely strange.

He was somewhat worried the other party would escape, but now, it delivered itself...

His greatest strength wasn’t his warriors... but the shattered Swamp Divine Format hidden within the Seed of Magic!

Due to insufficient level and not yet mastering the Authority, his ability to mobilize the power of the Divine Format was quite limited.

But... in his mind, he was a True God!

The dark soul energy immediately tried to flee.

But the next moment, the Seed of Magic spun wildly, emitting endless divine power, enveloping everything!

The vortex suddenly expanded, transforming into a starry black hole that devoured everything.

Deeply pulling the remnants of the Half-Fishman God’s soul and swallowing it within.

"No!!"

"How can a human possibly merge with a Divine Format?!"

"Impossible!! Impossible!!"

The Half-Fishman God went mad.

He’s a mortal? How can he fuse with a Divine Format?!

Why?!

Why!!

He wouldn’t accept it, he refuses to accept!!

Crunch crunch~

The vortex spun, and it actually ground the remnants of the Half-Fishman God’s soul to dust!

God?

Sorry, so am I.