Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Katana is currently in steady development, so there’s nothing to worry about.

After some thought, he decided to go personally.

During this period, he had been staying in the swamp, and his perception of changes in the Wilderness was somewhat lacking. It was time to go out and take a look.

With a decision made, he wasted no time, called for the Great Demon, and then rode the Mechanical Flying Dragon, leaving the swamp directly.

The cold wind howled in the sky, with the swamp exuding a unique power that made this wetland noticeably warmer than the outside.

Even if heavy snow fell, it couldn’t form solid ice, and quickly melted after the snow stopped.

Under high-speed flight, it didn’t take long to fly out of the swamp, appearing above the Wilderness.

Upon entering the Wilderness, one could immediately feel the temperature drop sharply.

The swamp temperature was still around five or six degrees, while the Wilderness plunged directly to minus five or six degrees.

The difference was a full ten degrees.

Looking into the distance, the vibrant Wilderness was now completely covered in frost.

Even the wild grass had a thick layer of ice crystals on it.

Some shrubs were still pressed down by thick snow, the sight sparkling and all-white.

Lear gazed at it for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly.

He felt... the aura of the Wilderness had weakened.

The God of the Wilderness seemed to be suppressed by this extreme cold weather.

This was indeed a good opportunity to hurry back and expand Mire Swamp.

The current 140-kilometer diameter was still not enough.

Without a word along the way, the Mechanical Flying Dragon flapped its wings for quick flight.

Seven Level 18 Great Demon guards surrounded him.

There was no need to worry about enemy attacks. The weather was too cold, and the area was devoid of life.

After flying forward for thirty to forty kilometers, life was finally detected—a group of rodent-men hiding in holes under the frost, squeaking as they gnawed on tree roots.

There were two to three hundred of them.

However, Lear couldn’t be bothered, glanced once, and passed by.

The second life detection was a space rift, from which bat-like creatures emerged.

But as soon as they appeared outside, they were immediately chilled by the cold weather, flapping their wings frantically to escape, seemingly seeking a warmer place.

The extreme weather pressed pause on the Wilderness activities.

After leaving the swamp for a hundred kilometers, more life was encountered, but most were leading miserable lives.

Surviving with great difficulty.

Traveling 400 kilometers in such an environment was certainly arduous; ordinary people might take ten days to half a month to arrive.

But flying creatures didn’t mind. The Mechanical Flying Dragon’s wings flapped powerfully, reaching the destination in just two hours.

Lear looked around at the icy surroundings, a bit troubled.

Without specific information about the entrance, he could only search for it.

With a wave of his hand, he let the Great Demons spread out to search.

The Level 18 Great Demons were hero units, with a sense of space far beyond ordinary imagination.

Their bodies blurred and scattered in all directions.

But even so, it took more than an hour before getting a certain signal.

A Great Demon excitedly returned.

"Sovereign, we found the entrance."

The cold had worn down much of Lear’s patience, but it was quickly restored as he nodded with some anticipation, letting the Great Demon lead the way.

They traveled three to four kilometers forward, landing on a low hill.

At this time, the other Great Demons had all gathered here.

Lear sensed slightly, clearly feeling the space around was somewhat abnormal, continuously fluctuating as if ripples were formed by stones thrown into a lake.

But only by getting close could it be felt; from a distance, it was hard to detect.

Mind shifted slightly.

A surging force erupted, directly channeled into the void ahead.

Crack~

Like glass under unbearable pressure, the space directly shattered, bursting into shards.

A gap more than twenty meters wide exploded open ahead.

Immediately, a warm current surged from it, like a spring breeze, dispelling the surrounding cold.

Lear sensed slightly, finding no resistance from the plane, and his mind settled down.

Recently, although many space rifts appeared, most were one-way channels, causing Plane Will to resist if main plane beings entered them.

They would be directly repelled, making exploration impossible.

Only a few could be entered.

With a wave of his hand, the Great Demons immediately entered one by one.

After receiving a safety signal from the Great Demons ahead, Lear didn’t hesitate, directly riding the Mechanical Flying Dragon in.

The entrance was left guarded by two Great Demons, just in case.

The Dimension Plane environments were somewhat similar, with the sky always murky, unlike the bright main plane.

As a result, vegetation varied widely but mostly consisted of shade-tolerant plants.

This Half-Elf inhabited plane was currently growing large expanses of berry plants, no higher than ankle-deep.

The leaves were green, dotted with small, red, thumb-sized fruits.

The breeze stirred the fruits among the verdant leaves, filling the air with the sweet aroma of fruit pulp.

But looking into the distance, much of the vegetation had begun to wither yellow.

A decaying aura of death permeated it.

Life was fading.

This plane seemed to have encountered a problem as well.

At that moment, a low horn sound wu wu~ suddenly pulled Lear back to his senses.

Turning to the sound’s origin, he discovered a kilometer away on a dirt slope, a Half-Elf holding a horn, blowing to the sky.

The Half-Elf wore clothing stitched from leaves, holding a long spear sharpened from stone.

It looked full of primitive vibes.