Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 541 - 237: Birth of the Dragon of Death, Promotion Secret Technique

Chapter 541: Chapter 237: Birth of the Dragon of Death, Promotion Secret Technique

With the command of the Flesh Butcher, the Black Knights on the city wall and the Death Knights behind the wall immediately gathered at the only square inside the city.

Before long, they formed a dense black mass.

Lear saw this and waved his hand to let the Shadow of the Mist cover the City of Death.

The fog enveloped the surroundings to prevent any aura from leaking out.

As the numbers reached a certain scale, one could clearly sense the Power of Death starting to surge all around, even gradually forming an Energy Tide.

It gave Lear quite an eerie feeling.

The Flesh Butcher stood in the central area, the surrounding Power of Death slowly pouring into its body.

This divine creature is the most powerful undead here, naturally enjoying the richest Death Energy.

The Undead Plane has always circulated according to this rule.

Those powerful undead hardly need to do anything; as long as they have enough subordinates, they can continuously grow stronger.

This also fosters an obsession among the undead with conquering lands and ruling more subordinates.

Massive wars often erupt.

Even undead Divine Spirits would go to war because of this...

Under Lear’s indication, the Flesh Butcher began directing the surging Power of Death around to pour into the petrified Dragon Egg placed in the center of the square.

At this moment, the Power of Death found an outlet and started flooding in.

It was as exaggerated as a mountain reservoir opening its gates.

Seeing this, the Flesh Butcher immediately left the area and watched from afar.

The Power of Death driven by thousands of High Tier undead was incredibly fierce, satisfying the needs of the Dragon Egg.

And as the consumption intensified, the surrounding Power of Death began to thin, drawing in more vast Death Energy from further away.

A vortex of energy gradually formed in the square.

All the force inside was swallowed by the Dragon Egg.

Moreover, as time passed, like dominoes falling, it triggered a chain reaction.

The Energy Tide grew increasingly turbulent and frenzied, eventually exceeding the Dragon Egg’s capacity to consume, beginning to overflow.

Upon detecting this, the Shadow of the Mist readily accepted it.

It began devouring eagerly...

The two units complemented each other, and their aura began to rapidly elevate.

Seeing this, Lear narrowed his eyes.

He thought of the passive effect of the Land of Crimson Rot—

It can attract undead beings to him.

The Desolate Tomb came on its own.

He wondered what kind of chemical reaction would occur if this unique treasure were placed on the Undead Plane?

However, unfortunately, the Land of Crimson Rot currently has to suppress the Master of Stench and Flies, this demigod, and cannot be moved.

Furthermore, the force limit on the Undead Plane is somewhat high, easily attracting the attention of certain fierce creatures.

The Dragon Egg’s consumption gradually stabilized after a frenzy.

The surrounding Power of Death, like tides in the sea, surged wave after wave.

Continuous and endless.

There’s no worry about energy shortage.

Even the Power of Death was so thick it caused great discomfort to the Ancient Tree Guardians stationed on the city walls.

If they weren’t rooted in the earth, continuously devouring power to mend themselves, it wouldn’t be long before the tides eroded them into dead trees.

Every High Tier Plane has its unique survival environment, and it’s hard for non-native races to survive within.

The harsh ecological environment alone can cause despair.

The Undead Plane, Bottomless Abyss, Nine Layers of Hell—all are like this...

The transformation of the Dragon Egg lasted until the morning of the 2nd.

During this period, Lear quietly infused his Spiritual Power into it, imprinting the Soul Mark on the still-emerging hatchling.

The entire day... Lear couldn’t estimate how much Power of Death was consumed.

He only knew that the overwhelming Death Energy formed tide after tide, granting the Shadow of the Mist massive benefits, its Level already nearing 19.

Only a step away from the next breakthrough.

When the energy frenzy stirred up by the Power of Death gradually calmed, the petrified Dragon Egg at the center of the square had completely changed.

A faint blue energy clung to it, like a tail flame igniting.

The shell became as black as ink, smooth as a mirror.

By focusing the mind, one could sense an icy fear emanating from inside, like glimpsing a desolate tomb buried with bodies in the wilderness—terrifying and eerie.

At that moment, crack~

A crisp sound broke out.

On the egg, black as ink and smooth, a crack suddenly appeared.

In that instant, an indescribable coercion spread out, rippling like circles of water after a stone’s throw.

The soul flames burning in the hollow eyes of the nearby undead creatures flickered like candles in the wind.

Crack~

Crack~

Cracks widened, bulging portions emerged on the Dragon Egg.

More appeared, growing denser.

When the cracks reached a certain limit, bang~

The Dragon Egg shattered outright.

Fragments scattered around, and slowly, from within crawled a hatchling emanating a potent death aura, with two small wings, entirely black.

Its appearance resembled an oversized lizard fitted with two wings, its body somewhat slender.

Dragon scales, clearly defined, grew on its surface, catching the light despite just cracking the shell, appearing very solid.

After hatching, the pressure surrounding drastically intensified, burdening one’s heart as if a massive stone were placed on it.

Though small, the hatchling’s bloodline is among the most elite in this world, carrying inherent majesty!

The black hatchling dazed for a while, then turned its head to survey its surroundings, lowering its head to consume all the eggshells around.