Final Lord

Chapter 198 Surrender
"Ancestors above..." The dying Nyx dug his pincers into the mud, his cloudy compound eyes reflecting the harpy's hair that reached her ankles. His tattered breathing holes couldn't even fully inhale the harpy's overly pure fragrance, and his calcified carapace emitted a mournful cry of imminent shattering amidst the elemental vibrations.

The twelve pairs of elytra on his shell vibrated uncontrollably at a high frequency, and his extraordinary perception allowed him to experience the terror of these harpies more deeply than his own people.

The mere act of her lowering her gaze caused the serrated totem on her carapace to crumble into dust.

When those vertical pupils, swirling with irises, swept over, the shell armor's prized stinger retracted into its arm on its own.

They are all extraordinary!

Where did this ethnic group come from?

The armored creature trembled, utterly devoid of any thought of resistance. If there were only one or two extraordinary beings, he might have had some courage to fight back. But three hundred extraordinary beings… even if all the members of his race self-destructed their miasma, they would only be blown away by the whirlwind created by their flapping wings.

Hera stared at Knicks and said softly, "You're going to die."

The Knicks were taken aback for a moment, and so were the Shell. What kind of opening was this?

"Why won't you answer me? Do you want to die?" Hera tilted her head in confusion.

“No! I don’t want to.” Knicks seemed to realize something and struggled to sit up. “My esteemed transcendent, I do not want to die.”

"Hmm, very good." Hera nodded in satisfaction, then said, "Bring your people to submit to my master, and we can heal you and your people."

"Submit...submit? We, the Miasma Clan, have never submitted to any other race."

pat!

Knicks was still in a daze when the shell suddenly shuddered and covered his mouth with a claw.

"We submit! We surrender! We will do whatever you need us to do."

"Waaah!" Knicks shook his head in confusion.

"Shut up, I am the clan leader now. You just abdicated." The shell armor tightly covered Nix's mouth, preventing him from making a sound.

Only someone who had reached the Transcendent level knew how powerful these harpies were. The strongest Ironwall Swamp Crocodile in the swamp crocodile pack was only at Transcendent Level 1, but these harpies were all at least at Transcendent Level 2!
Any single harpy could wipe out their entire race. And there were a full three hundred of them!
"Good that they've submitted." Hera nodded in satisfaction and said to the ground, "Brother Blind Cat, they've submitted. Heal them now."

hum!
A healing ripple emerged from beneath the swamp, reviving the lives of all the dying Miasma Clan members.

The power of magic is irrational. A mere fatal wound—Blind Cat only needed three Healing Ripple spells to completely restore their health.

The entire Miasma Clan was shocked by this sight.

“This… sir,” the shell-clad warrior asked cautiously, “to you, we, the Miasma Clan, could be wiped out with a flick of our wrists, yet you have given us a chance to live. What do you require of us in return?”

"I don't know either. The Master will be here soon, so you can ask him yourselves. Remember to be respectful."

"Master?"

“Our leader.” Hera had barely finished speaking when the sound of wheels rolling suddenly echoed from outside the swamp.

Gululu...

Shell Armor quickly looked over and saw a carriage slowly approaching, surrounded by a large group of cavemen.

The carriage wheels and the horses' hooves were clearly in contact with the mud, yet they seemed to float on it without sinking in. Even in muddy puddles, the carriage moved as if on flat ground.

"Magic! This must be some amazing magic again!" The shell armor trembled slightly. The legend he had only heard from the elders of his tribe was now vividly before his eyes. The wheels rolled over the last patch of mud, and the carriage hovered precisely in the pale blue halo. The wings of the three hundred harpies suddenly vibrated in unison, and the emerald light spots above the swamp wove into a stepped band of light.

The golden fragments of light that poured out as the car door opened were reflected in the irises of the miasma warrior's compound eyes.

The blind cat, located underground, quickly cast a spell. The poisonous vines deep within the swamp collectively curled into a ball, and the entire stagnant pool stopped churning as if smoothed out by an invisible hand. The runic chains flowing on the carriage wheels suddenly disintegrated, transforming into three hundred and sixty-five points of light that floated in a ring.

The visually stunning scene caused the Miasma Clan to tremble, and no one dared to question Shell Armor's decision anymore.

The cavemen guards stomped their feet in unison, and layers of ice froze the muddy swamp, making it crackle and pop, covering the entire swamp with a layer of ice.

Hera said softly, "The lord is quite particular about cleanliness; we mustn't let the mud soil his boots."

The carapace shuddered.

You're so clean... so you froze the swamp?
The carriage door slowly opened, and Wang Bufu stepped out, landing on the ice.

He looked at the Miasma Clan with a gentle expression and said, "I heard your conversation just now. There's no need to belittle yourself; strength doesn't determine everything. I will treat even the weakest of my subjects equally."

Submit to me, and I will lead you to a more prosperous future.

Humanity!

Knicks' pupils contracted. He might have had reservations about submitting to other races, but submitting to humans was no problem at all.

Humans are the largest group in this area, comprising three nations and countless powerful individuals.

"This human is so young and already has so many extraordinary subordinates. He must be the offspring of a noble family from some country. He came to the desolate wetlands to reclaim wasteland and make a name for himself."

If they follow him, when he goes back to inherit the family business, he can take the Miasma Clan with him, and they can escape this godforsaken place and enjoy a better life in human territory!

Even being a slave in a human city is better than being a tribal chief here!
Before the shell could react, Knicks slid down and knelt in front of Wang Bufu.

"My lord! We, the Miasma Clan, are willing to follow you closely!"

【425名瘴壳人（普通1阶）、1名瘴壳卫兵（普通2阶）和1名甲壳图腾战士（超凡1阶）仰慕您，想要加入您的队伍，是否同意？】

"agree!"

Occupation: Miasma Person

Normal level 1

Racial Talents:

Miasma Absorption: Immune to miasma in the swamp, can absorb miasma to restore health and enhance strength.

Attributes:
Life: 25/25
Attack: 8
Defense: 10
Speed: 4
Professional skills:

Miasma Breath: Deals 120% of attack damage to a single target and inflicts the "Blind" effect (reduces hit rate by 30% for 20 seconds).

Miasma Barrier: Reduces health to 1, unleashing a large amount of miasma to form a barrier. Each point of health converts into 1 stack of miasma. Each stack of miasma absorbs 5 points of damage. Units attacking the Miasma Barrier will suffer an equal amount of reflected damage.

(End of this chapter)