Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

The sewer network of Lorand City was designed and constructed by dwarves, extremely complex and intricately connected.

Lear had already sent Shadow of the Mist to explore the specific passage a few days in advance.

Now, all that was left was to wait for the drop of the Blood of Madness.

Time ticked by little by little.

Suddenly, rumble~ A loud noise came from a distance.

Subsequently, the patroling Griffin Legion in the sky was suddenly alerted, converging in one direction, swiftly diving down.

Lear's gaze slightly sharpened.

The attack had begun!

Originally thought it would be a long wait, but within just a few minutes, a thick fog surged up from the sewer entrance.

It rolled before him, forming a tray.

Presenting him with a glass bottle, containing half a bottle of fresh blood.

The blood occasionally coalesced into blurry shapes, pulsing and hitting the glass wall.

As if it was a living form.

It looked quite peculiar and eerie.

Lear immediately became interested, reaching out to take the glass bottle.

The tray then directly turned into mist, re-condensing into a cloak behind him.

Sensing the presence of a living person, the blood inside the bottle became more active.

The frequency of hitting the bottle wall rapidly increased, you could feel the madness and ferocity of the blood.

Like a confined carnivorous beast.

Focusing intently, its Attribute Panel appeared in his mind.

Blood of Madness

Level: Special

Traits: Blood permeated with disease, death, resentment, and madness, containing extremely terrifying power.

Evaluation: Blood obtained by sacrificing a hundred thousand lives.

After viewing the attributes, Lear instinctively lifted the glass bottle in his hand, slightly surprised at the blood swirling inside.

Such a small amount, yet it was acquired through the sacrifice of a hundred thousand people.

But what exactly is it used for?

The Attribute Panel doesn't provide, Introduce...

In contemplation, spiritual power dispersed, delving into the crystal bottle.

However, before touching the blood, a sudden uproar of curses, wails, curses, and resentment sounded in his mind.

The intense emotions, like a dam collapse, forming a torrent crashing in.

Nearly swallowing him up.

Lear quickly withdrew his mind, feeling startled and uncertain.

Such intense spiritual impact.

Even without using Authority, it's difficult for him to resist.

This thing, although eerie, definitely is a good Treasure, I'll ponder over how to use its effect later.

At worst, let the Flesh Butcher devour it, this Divine Life already craves blood and flesh.

While analyzing the Blood of Madness, soon, a piece of news arrived.

The second son of the top noble from the Royal Capital—the Duke of Lion—was attacked on the street.

Although the other party did not sustain serious injuries with the Guard Legion arriving in time, a valuable Treasure was lost.

As a result, the Duke of Lion's second son spent a fortune at the Mercenary Guild for information on the attacker.

Furthermore, he offered a reward ten times the amount for the Treasure lost in the attack.

The picture depicted a glass bottle with writhing blood inside.

When Lear heard the news, he quietly gave the attacker a thumbs up.

These plutocrats from the Royal Capital deserve to be milked.

This also counts as redistributing wealth to a small lord like him pioneering the Wilderness.

This unexpected event made the already tense atmosphere become more frantic.

Lorand City seemed like a suppressed powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

This also led to patrolling soldiers being increased by tenfold.

Even poor districts like the Ninth District were included in the patrol range, causing long-time residents to exclaim disbelief.

And in this atmosphere, another day passed.

On November 9th, the Bloody Arena in the sky had fully emerged.

Raising your head, you could see the gigantic structure standing in the void.

The terrifying sculptures of partly human, partly beast figures were vividly lifelike, as if ready to come to life at any moment.

Causing countless passersby to marvel.

Tourists who came for its fame were even exclaiming that witnessing such a divine sign made their trip worthwhile.

In the Mercenary Guild, groups began to form en masse, agreeing to venture in together.

Few dared to participate in death battles, but everyone was tempted by the victory battles.

As for being chosen for the death battles... what if? What if the Goddess of Fortune was standing by their side?

Their inner gamble led them like moths to a flame.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for the 10th to arrive.

And that night at midnight, Lear, who hadn't yet slept, received intelligence once again refreshing, but this time it left him slightly disappointed.

4 pieces of 1-star intelligence, 1 piece of 2-star intelligence... the refresh value was pathetically low.

Mostly information like a noble from the Griffin Empire sending people to participate in battles, how many arenas the battle ground consisted of... such information held little value.

The only 2-star intelligence merely informed him that on the morning of the 10th, at 11:00, the Bloody Arena would officially begin.

Compared to the four 3-star pieces of intelligence refreshed on the 5th, this was simply incomparable.

Having experienced such, Lear's disappointment only lasted a moment before he collected himself and quickly fell into a deep sleep after lying down.

The next day, November 10th, Lorand City distinctly became more noisy.

As dawn broke, there were already numerous people walking the streets.

Those who had agreed to team up kept the closest distance at all times, even waiting at the door when going to the restroom.

At the White Crow Commerce Association, formidable and ferocious figures stood behind Lear.

7 Level 15 Great Demons,

A Level 15 King of Naga, and the ferocious ace—a Level 15 Flesh Butcher.

All a total of 9 Level 15 Heroes.

Adding in himself, exactly 10 people.