Lear took a deep breath, turned to look at the army beside him, and spoke in a low voice.
"The god worshipped by the merfolk has been revived."
"The enemy we are facing this time is God!"
These words silenced the wetland lizardman warriors.
The gods have revived?!
Even the most ferocious life form has a deep-seated reverence for the gods.
That is the ruler of this world, an unparalleled being who reigns supreme over all living beings.
But in an instant, the warriors returned to normal, their amber eyes fixed firmly on Lear.
They awaited their master's command.
So what if he's a god?!
They dare to draw their swords whenever their master demands it!
The will of the ruler is above all else!
Lear felt a sense of satisfaction at the change in the gaze of the wetland lizardman warrior.
This is due to their race. Even if a cowardly race like the swamp people are loyal to the gods, they will still be afraid and retreat in the face of them.
How much fighting power one can unleash depends on fate.
Lear glanced around, his voice tinged with a hint of madness.
"I have the means to kill the half-fish god, and today I will lead you—to slay the god!"
The calm tone was like a mountain collapsing into the sea, creating towering waves.
The soldiers' eyes instantly burned with fervor, their hearts surging with excitement!
Slaying Gods!
These two words are full of taboos, yet they also carry endless allure.
Even in various myths and legends, slaying a god is regarded as the most heroic feat and the ultimate taboo.
Lear looked at the warriors whose morale had surged and suddenly waved his hand.
"Walk!"
The army immediately set off with him.
Led by two bewildered merfolk, they quickly approached the merfolk's settlement.
The journey of a few kilometers took only half an hour to complete.
The merfolk's settlement is nestled in a patch of tall grass, and outsiders must pass through it to enter.
The army came to a silent halt, and everyone awaited his order.
Although the straight-line distance was only a hundred meters, Lear did not act rashly.
Turning to look at Bubble Beast.
"Bo Bo, use the bubble to ride Hagus up into the air and observe the fish-men in front."
Bobo's eyes immediately lit up.
Doing things for their owners gives these little guys a sense of satisfaction from being needed by their parents.
He immediately patted his chest and agreed.
With her mouth slightly open, she slowly exhaled a bubble.
The bubble grew larger and floated up, eventually engulfing the wetland lizardman hero in front of it.
The next moment, the bubble slowly rose into the air like a hydrogen balloon.
Haggs touched it from left to right and was quite surprised to feel a rubber-like texture.
Looking down at the ground gradually shrinking, his face turned pale again.
It seems that flying too high isn't necessarily a good thing.
After the bubble flew to a height of about ten meters, the view suddenly opened up, and Haggs carefully explored the situation behind the bushes.
A moment later, he waved to Bubble Beast, and the bubble fell again.
Haggs passed through the bubble and came to Lear, his amber eyes filled with seriousness.
"My Lord, those merfolk are performing a ritual around a skeletal altar."
His tone was somewhat subtle.
"Smoke swirled around the altar, and the merfolk had gone into a frenzy."
Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
"A state of frenzy? What do you mean?"
"Every time the merfolk perform a sacrifice, they like to burn mist grass to make themselves lose their minds and go into a frenzy."
"It is said that they can use this to receive guidance from the half-fish god."
Misty Grass?
Lear immediately thought of the stinking giant monster. This thing also seemed suitable for setting up an ambush.
How many people are there?
"More than six hundred people!"
Haggs's tone became fervent.
"My lord, the steel blade in my hand thirsts for blood! Please give the order!!"
No matter who the enemy is, he will become the master's sword, cutting through all obstacles!
Just like the oath he made when the Lord bestowed upon him the power of a hero in Loran!
Lear narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could handle the half-fish god, but the number of wetland lizardmen was too small.
Fifteen squads of half-fishmen fought against six squads of half-fishmen, a difference of several times, and the opposing side also had a level 10 hero in command.
No need.
It's not like we have no other options.
He turned to look at the swamp siren beside him.
Woo~ woo~ woo~
In the grassy area, the half-fish people gathered, their bodies slick and foul-smelling, clamoring wildly around an altar made of bones.
It kept making excited whimpering sounds.
Large bundles of mist grass were set ablaze on the ground all around, and smoke drifted in the wind.
The merfolk would become even more frenzied upon smelling the smoke, remaining in a state of madness.
Because their great father god—the merfolk god—controls the three powers of madness, moisture, and merfolk.
He most enjoys it when believers offer him sacrifices in their frenzy.
What drives them mad is that the sleeping god has returned!
They received a divine oracle during a ritual last month!
The great being personally ordered them to perform a sacrifice every other day.
God will lead the merfolk back to greatness!
Praise be to God the Father!
In the midst of the frenzied ritual, the merfolk on the outer circle vaguely heard melodious singing coming from afar, and a dazed look rose in their eyes.
They seemed to hear God calling them!
We must not let others enjoy God's gifts!
The thought suddenly popped into his mind, and he murmured to himself as he slowly withdrew from the crowd of worshippers who were frantically circling the altar.
They disappeared into the bushes behind them.
The half-fish were still in a frenzy, and the few dozen or so of them did not attract the attention of others.
A melodious and gentle song followed, and the second wave of murlocs quietly withdrew.
It vanished beyond the smoke-shrouded altar.
Time and again, at some point, in the central area, the murloc chieftain who was presiding over the entire event suddenly noticed that his voice seemed to have weakened considerably.
Slightly waking from my reverie, I turned around and suddenly realized that almost half the crowd had disappeared.
My mind suddenly jolted awake.
Where are they?!
Where are our people?!
How the hell did half of it just disappear without a trace?!
The half-fish, still in a frenzy, ignored his shouts and continued circling the altar, wailing and howling.
The murloc chieftain was furious. These idiots!
Suddenly, a melodious song drifted into his ears. A hint of bewilderment flashed in the eyes of the half-merfolk chieftain, and he subconsciously moved away from the altar and walked outside.
But just as he reached the edge, preparing to step into the bushes...
A sense of terror rose within me.
I woke up suddenly.
Turning around, they found themselves far from the altar, and the scattered members of their tribe became even clearer.
I was horrified!
"Enemy attack!"
A hysterical roar erupted.
The next second, an even more terrifying sense of danger surged into my heart.
Suddenly, the silt on the ground bulged up and then emerged at his feet. He had sharp eyes and saw bubbles expanding.
His pupils contracted sharply.
Before I could even react, I saw the expanding bubbles burst open with a snap.
The half-fish chieftain was terrified.
A surge of immense magical energy suddenly erupted.
Bang! The terrifying shockwave engulfed the surrounding area.
Soil was hurled hundreds of meters high, splashing everywhere, and even creating a huge crater seven or eight meters deep in the original spot.
But what was chilling was that after the thick dust and mud settled, the half-fish chieftain was still alive.
Large patches of blood seeped from his body, which was covered in mud and sewage.
Half of his face was blown apart, making him look incredibly miserable.
Before they could react, a heavily armored warrior with a steel knife in his hand, a ferocious look in his eyes, and a hideous lizard head appeared in their blurred vision.
The opponent's sword sliced through the sky like lightning.
"No!"
In a panic, the half-fish chieftain raised his sacrificial bone staff, which was already broken in half, to try to defend himself, but the fragile bone staff shattered the moment it touched the steel blade.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, a chill ran down his neck, and a sharp pain shot through him.
The world spun around him, and finally, with his face pressed against the ground, he looked at the world from the side. His last sight was of heavily armored lizardman warriors parting the grass.
Pfft~
A huge head flew into the air, and blood splattered several meters high.
Only the mangled, headless corpse remained, lying across the muddy ground.
The level 10 half-murloc chieftain didn't even have a chance to react from beginning to end.
He was executed on the spot.
Fixed point blasting!
The half-fishmen, still in a frenzy, were suddenly jolted awake. Turning to look at the wetland lizardman warriors pouring out of the grass, they immediately went berserk!
These damned bastards, they're blaspheming!
Damn it, damn it!!
"kill!"
The merman roared and charged forward!
But at that moment, the severed head of the half-fish chieftain's mangled corpse suddenly swelled up, like a balloon inflated to its limit.
Bang~
It suddenly shattered.
Blood floated up everywhere.
What was horrifying was that the blood seemed to be guided by something, floating in mid-air and suddenly surging towards the direction of the merman.
It was all poured into the half-fish's body.
The level 5 murloc's aura surged at an astonishing speed, instantly soaring to level 9!
Lear, who was directing from the rear, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
The gaze turned to the bone altar behind the merfolk.
He sensed a familiar presence.
Gods!!
The half-fish god has appeared.
A hint of almost manic excitement rose in his eyes.