CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: DIVINE LIFE

At the moment the soul of the Half-Fishman God shattered, a vast surge of energy erupted in all directions like a tsunami.

If it were a mortal, even a Grand Mage above Level 15, their mind would be torn apart by the tyrannical energy.

The remnants of a deity’s soul, even harboring a mere trace of power, are undeniably extraordinary!

But the Swamp Divine Format exuded supreme pressure, devouring all the energy.

Isolation~

Lear actually felt a sense of fullness.

In the next moment, that energy began to merge into his limbs and veins.

The strength within him increased at an exaggerated speed.

The surrounding magic power was like being swallowed by a black hole, rushing madly into his body.

It formed a tide of magic power.

His muscles, flesh, and bones were becoming resilient.

In this rapid enhancement, Lear could feel the entire swamp cheering for him in delight.

His level rose from Level 3, to Level 4, Level 5...

At the instant he reached a certain threshold, he suddenly turned his head towards a specific direction...his heart pounding rapidly.

He could feel...something he intensely craved was calling to him.

Authority!!

The long-slumbering Authority of the Swamp was about to awaken...

Sigh~

But before he could sense it more clearly, the energy provided by the remnants of the Half-Fishman God dissipated completely, and that feeling abruptly ceased.

The surrounding magic power gradually returned to calm.

Lear was still somewhat dazed at this moment.

He vaguely sensed that the Authority of the Swamp seemed to be sealed...that the power of the seal had significantly weakened, and once the seal completely shattered, the authority would emerge.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fluctuations in his heart.

He needed to plan ahead.

Calming down, he immediately felt the lava-like surging power within his body.

With his right hand extended, his five fingers slowly clenched into a fist.

The surging magic power instantly condensed.

With a thought, the magic power compressed wildly, forming a stream that flowed like a small creek in his palm.

Lear’s eyes were filled with delight.

His control over magic power had increased more than tenfold compared to before!

Previously, it was impossible to manipulate magic power so effortlessly!

Glancing at the attribute panel, his level had skyrocketed from Level 3 to Level 7, entering the ranks of a Middle Tier Mage!

The magic power on the panel also increased from 300 to 1500!

It multiplied fivefold!

His potential, which had been long stagnant, also rose from 2 Stars to 3 Stars...

Devouring Growth!

Transforming the Half-Fishman God into nourishment to nurture himself.

This was a grand metamorphosis.

The Level 7 Middle Tier Mage may not seem high, but this level is one that most ordinary mages with average talent can only reach after a lifetime of effort.

He could already join the Magic Legion as a main force mage, coordinating with High Tier Mages to cast War Magic on the battlefield!

When walking outside, he would be respectfully addressed as Master Mage.

If he advanced to Level 10 and became a High Tier Mage, he would be among the elite of the Empire, receiving respect wherever he went.

Lear took a deep breath.

If it had been the intact soul of the deity, he likely could have directly stepped into the realm of immortality.

Once he came back to his senses, he realized that although the remnants of the Half-Fishman God’s soul had been extinguished, there were still traces of unique power that, regardless of how the Divine Format pressured, always lingered outside.

Eventually, the Swamp Divine Format slowly returned to calm, leaving only those few thin strands of special energy floating.

Without external pressure, they quietly fused into a larger stream of energy.

Lear curiously sensed it.

The Intelligence System quietly presented a golden attribute panel.

Divinity

[Level]: 6 Stars (Full, Golden)

[Traits]: Traits nurtured by a deity, possessing indelible unique power, and are the fundamental reason divinities can achieve immortality.

Evaluation: An extremely rare item.

Lear’s breath caught.

Though he had already learned this through the Intelligence System, actually witnessing the Divinity was still an indescribable shock.

This time, he only intended to conquer a Half-Fishman territory.

The difficulty level of the monster gathering place was only one or two stars on the surface, yet it unexpectedly produced a 6-Star treasure!!

Anything associated with divinities is never ordinary.

Hahahahahahah...

Half-Fishmen, you are my true friends!

In high spirits, Lear attempted to touch the strand of Divinity and immediately felt repelled.

The Divinity of the Half-Fishmen did not mesh with his...

Meanwhile, new instructions appeared in the Intelligence System.

[From the remnants of the Half-Fishman God’s soul you vanquished, you extracted the opponent’s divinity, and gained an additional piece of intelligence — the stitched corpse created by the last divine power of the Half-Fishman God: Flesh Butcher, still contains the opponent’s soul breath within. You can infuse the divinity into it, allowing it to undergo transformation. In this process, it requires constant nourishment with flesh, and if sufficient flesh is provided, it may give birth to a unique — Divine Life.]

Lear suddenly turned his head towards that terrifying thing three meters tall, headless, with its body composed of fragmented limbs, blood flowing.

His very breath trembled.

Flesh Butcher?!

Divine Life?!

This is a creature that only exists in mythology!!

Now, he can cultivate one?!

Slaughtering gods, this is truly slaughtering gods!!

This is only a remnant soul; what could happen if it were a complete divine spirit?

At the height of his emotions, the bodies of the Half-Fishmen that had not yet been strangled suddenly trembled, followed by blood flowing from their five senses.

The surging life aura suddenly extinguished.

Thud~ thud~

One by one, the corpses fell to the ground.

The divine blessing just now clearly wasn’t the power of the Half-Fishman God.

The power of the opponent’s ascension was burning their own life.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was left with only the three-meter-high Flesh Butcher, like a small giant.

With excitement in his eyes, Lear took a deep breath and approached in big strides.

Approaching the figure, the bloody smell of the stitched monster frantically invaded his nostrils.

His expression did not change, his right hand reached out, pressing on the chest where blood flowed, flesh melded.

He commanded the Half-Fishman God’s residual divinity in his mind to infuse into its shell.

The next moment, a surging and majestic pressure erupted instantly.

It swept the earth like a tsunami.

The hearts of the surrounding Wetland Lizardman Warriors pounded wildly, gripping their war sabers tightly, watching the massive, sinister, stitched aberrant devoutly!

After the divinity entered the body, the stitched, broken body rapidly transformed from a state of imminent collapse and decay.

The scattered blood retracted, the flesh squirmed piece by piece.

Beginning to move close to each other, fitting together, tightening.

Gradually fusing into a truly evil life form.

It appeared as if it had crawled out from the depths of hell, the abyss, or the necropolis.

When the body had fully fused, the headless stitched monster slowly fell... thud~ as it hit the ground, shaking everyone.

The fierce aura subsided at that very moment.

The surrounding tense Wetland Lizardman Warriors were dumbfounded, somewhat confused about the situation.

What is this?!

Only Lear knew what was happening with the Flesh Butcher.

What the opponent had devoured was the divinity, the unique power of a god!

In the Noel Main Plane, it’s an unmatched treasure!

Once the Flesh Butcher transforms into a divine life, it will be a perfect trump card in his hand.

This god-slaying, maximizes the gains!

Profiting beyond measure!

However, this process requires him to continuously nurture it with corpses, feed it up.

But who wouldn’t want to nurture a divine life full of endless possibilities?

"Bobo, use bubbles to bring the Flesh Butcher back to the territory."

"This body has been enslaved by me; in the future, it will become your companion and fight for Weilu City!"

This statement made the Bubble Beasts, frightened by the Half-Fishman God, curious enough to look over.

Yet, they couldn’t see any difference.

Bobo responded and quickly stepped forward to blow bubbles, encasing the Flesh Butcher inside.

Only then did Haggs come to his senses, stepped forward in big strides.

"Master, that Half-Fishman God..."

He only saw the Half-Fishman God’s soul entering Lear’s body, more than that, he didn’t know...

At this moment still worried... after all, it is a god.

Lear spoke softly.

"The remnant soul of the Half-Fishman God has been obliterated by me."

Haggs’ heart trembled.

The God... was really killed?

The master... slaughtered a God?

He took several deep breaths but couldn’t suppress the shock within him.

At that moment, the Swamp Boggart at the back felt as if listening to a myth.

Everything happened too fast, so fast that they only felt the towering divine might surging, then it was over.

Even now, they still hadn’t quite reacted... just like that, the Half-Fishman God was gone?

Gazing at the gallant and extraordinary figure yet feeling even more awe, they instinctively bowed their heads, not daring to look directly...

Thus, this hunt-the-god battle quietly came to an end.

If the outside world knew, it would surely stir up a storm.

But this earth-shattering wave, at this moment, silently dissipated in the swamp.

Lear calmed his mood, ordered the Wetland Lizardmen to disperse and search, and also gather the bodies of the fallen warriors.

Moments later, the searching warriors brought forward two strange humanoid beings entirely covered in feathers from the bushes at the back.

"Sovereign, we found two Deltha people..."

Two unconscious swamp-life forms were thrown onto the grass.

Deltha people?

Lear curiously looked over.