Spatial Trap

A Black Carriage sped through the wetlands, its wheels barely touching the ground most of the time. Its presence had been suppressed to the lowest possible level, making it impossible to track.

Inside the Crow Carriage.

After removing his mask and returning to his original form, Count Wright spat out some undigested plant vines, a few mushrooms, and a large pile of dead tadpole larvae from within his body.

"These shrub-like aberrations, along with the fungi scattered throughout the damp environment... they may seem to be part of the wetlands, but in truth, they have nothing to do with the toads.

"The feeling of these wetlands is completely different from the toad territories I visited in the past. It turns out that several factions have gathered here, concealing themselves in different areas of the wetlands through various means.

"And what we have seen so far is not the full picture. There may be even more aberrant factions hidden in the swamp."

As everyone sank into thought upon learning this information, Han Dong wore a delighted expression... as though he had won the lottery.

"Wonderful!"

"What do you mean... Nicholas, what are you planning now?" For some reason, Abel had a very bad feeling.

"Nothing... Don't worry, Abel. I won't confront so many factions head-on right away. Let's return to our base first."

As the Crow Carriage took an entirely different route back to the Expeditionary Force's encampment, it happened to pass through an important area.

"That is... the Toad Idol?"

Although they had obtained quite a bit of information during the ambush, it was still not enough.

Since they had happened to pass by this important "Wetland Node," they naturally had to get out and investigate.

The elderly Count Wright asked, "My lord, shall I accompany you?"

However, Han Dong