Final Lord

Chapter 197 The Miasma Clan

Every tribe has geniuses beyond imagination, and the Miasma Tribe deep in the desolate wetlands is no exception.

"Shell Armor" is the genius of the Miasma Clan. Among the Miasma Clan, whose general strength is only at the ordinary level 1, he is the only one who is extraordinary, breaking the Miasma Clan's historical record.

There are still 35 minutes until the sun completely sinks into the mud, and we are about to reach the dangerous moment when the swamp's miasma is at its thinnest.

The carapace perched atop the bubble nest, its six pairs of breathing pores on its chest slowly opening and closing. Its calcified carapace refracted delicate iridescent light in the setting sun, and its compound eyes scanned the oily swamp bubbles. It noticed some highly poisonous vines trembling uneasily—a sign that something was hiding inside.

"Hurry, time is running out!" Nix, the chieftain of the Miasma Clan, growled from below the bubble nest, his chelicerae clamping down on trembling larvae and stuffing them into the gaps in his carapace.

Shell Armor glanced at his chieftain. He knew what the old man with bluish-green shells feared—the Swamp Crocodile! A ferocious beast that preyed on their Miasma Clan, their natural enemy.

The chieftain is organizing the evacuation of his people and cubs, while Shell Armor, the strongest warrior of the Miasma Clan, will lead the warriors of the clan to hold off the swamp crocodiles and buy time for the clan's evacuation.

The first ripple appeared in the stagnant pool in the northwest corner. The venomous barbs at the tip of the carapace instantly pierced the mud, and a serrated totem immediately appeared on the ground. The carapace on its back opened and closed rhythmically, making a loud noise, and the serrated totem also emitted a buzzing sound that resonated with the carapace, the sound spreading throughout the swamp.

"Twelve adult crocodiles, and a group of baby crocodiles on the left!" Shell Armor shouted to his people. Suddenly, the shell on his back moved, and he leaped up!

boom!
Suddenly, the swamp follicle burst open, and a five-meter-long iron-scaled swamp crocodile burst through the mud, its gaping maw lunging straight at its shell!
"Oh no, danger!" The shell-clad tribe members gasped. The shell-clad were extraordinary, but the Ironscale Swamp Crocodile was also extraordinary!

Just then, the shell's wings suddenly opened, and it changed direction in mid-air in a very illogical way, spitting out a stream of filamentous mucus that shot straight into the eyes of the Ironscale Swamp Crocodile.

The shell armor actually used itself as bait to lure out the leader of the swamp crocodile group, and then used its extraordinary skills to launch a sneak attack!

The Ironscale Swamp Crocodile quickly closed its eyes, but the mucus was extremely corrosive and soon corroded both of its eyelids, with the last eyelid also in considerable danger.

But the Ironwood Swamp Crocodile completely ignored its injured eye. After landing, it immediately wagged its tail and pounced on the bubble nest!
"Oh no! We've fallen into a trap!" Shell Armor thought in alarm. He had used himself as bait to lure out the enemy's strongest fighter. But the Ironscale Swamp Crocodiles' target wasn't him at all; it was their Miasma Clan's homeland!

Once the bubble nest is destroyed, all Tier 1 tribesmen and larvae will fall into the swamp's muddy waters, where they will be devoured by the swamp crocodiles.

"Miasma Fortress!" At the critical moment, Chief Nix stepped forward. He shouted and stood with twenty-seven tribesmen, their entire armor plates opening.

Indigo-blue poisonous mist spewed from the twenty-seven carapaces, forming a viscous spiral barrier.

The Ironscale Swamp Crocodile crashed into the miasma and was immediately bounced back by the miasma fortress.

"Hurry! Take them to the Bone Mound!"

Knicks turned and spewed miasma towards the bubble nest. The bubble nest swelled into a giant, transparent sphere within the poisonous mist, then floated up lightly, escaping danger.

Then, Nix tore at his own unhardened carapace with his tender claws, the venomous barbs on his hands slicing open his wrists, and flung the numbing miasma towards the crocodile swarm. The iron-scaled swamp crocodiles' scales peeled away in the miasma, revealing bright red muscle fibers.
The shell-like creature turned and charged forward, its sharp, venomous barbs piercing the heart of the Ironscale Swamp Crocodile.

"Chieftain!!!" The shell-clad figure's expression was ferocious. Miasma was part of the Miasma Clan's body, equivalent to their blood. Miasma fortresses allowed them to expel all the miasma, forming a protective fog wall. However, clansmen who used miasma fortresses, like humans who had expelled all their blood, would quickly die.

"Forget about the lair! Kill them all!!" The armored carapace roared furiously, its eyes bloodshot. The dark totem reappeared on the muddy ground beneath its feet.

All the Miasma Clan members had bloodshot eyes as they fought the Swamp Crocodiles. The miasma barrier, which was originally intended as a powerful attack, was now being used as an initiating skill. Whenever a Miasma Clan member grabbed a Swamp Crocodile, several members would surround it and self-destruct.

The average level of the swamp crocodiles is ordinary Tier 3, much higher than that of the Miasma Clan. Yet they were utterly routed by the Miasma Clan's suicidal attacks.

Just as the last swamp crocodile stopped convulsing among the poisonous vines, the miasma and slime in the bubble nest began to solidify and descend again.

Nix lay on the ground, watching with relief as the bubble nest fell. He knew his sacrifice had been worthwhile. The clan had once again survived a crisis that threatened extinction.

With the extraordinary Ironscale Swamp Crocodile dead, the Swamp Crocodile Clan will not bother us for a long time.

"Chieftain!" Shell Armor rushed to Nix's side, weeping as he helped Nix up.

“Shell Armor,” Nix said weakly, “from now on, our clan is in your hands.”

"Clan leader!!"

“Actually, this position should have been given to you a long time ago.” Knicks smiled guiltily. “You are a talented kid. You shouldn’t be stuck in this desolate wetland like us. You could have gone out into the world. It’s your tribe that’s holding you back.”

"Chieftain! Stop talking! It was the tribe that raised me. I will not go anywhere else. I will lead the tribe to prosperity, kill all those swamp crocodiles, and avenge you!" Shell Armor cried out hoarsely.

"That's good, then I can die in peace." Nix raised his head and said weakly, "Ah, how beautiful, I think I see green light filling the sky. Is it my ancestors coming to take me away?"

"Huh? That's not right, Chieftain. I saw it too." The shell-clad creature looked up, shocked, and said, "What, what was that?"

Just as Nix's dying pupils were about to dilate, the sky was suddenly torn open by some mysterious force. Countless emerald-colored spots of light fell like stars, turning the lead-gray swamp a clear, azure blue. The miasma warriors, whose compound eyes had not yet been wiped clean of blood, were suddenly struck by the magnificent figures swirling in the sky.

The buzzing of three hundred wings vibrating simultaneously drowned out the swamp's wailing, and the harpies with their lapis lazuli-like bodies stretched out their streamlined forms and slowly descended.

Their long, feather-covered tails trailed beautifully through the miasma, and the combined aura of three hundred extraordinary beings created a tangible pressure that terrified even the poisonous vines, causing them to curl up into withered clumps.

The lead harpy descended from the sky, her magnificent body, woven from 36,000 gradient feathers, making even the filthy swamp appear dazzling.

(End of this chapter)