Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Lear gazed at that force for a long time, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

It took a full ten minutes for that terrifying aura to dissipate into nothingness.

Afterward, it could no longer be sensed, as if it had never existed.

But the entire Original Plane was startled; the gods occupying the temple watched that direction uncertainly.

Questions simultaneously arose in their minds... Who was that?

That aura far surpassed the strength of an ordinary Divine Spirit!

Even the Main God was nothing compared to it.

Racking their brains, they couldn’t pinpoint a corresponding target.

This news, like a storm, spread among the gods in an extremely short amount of time.

Yet no one could determine the origin of that aura.

Lear observed for a long time and, confirming that the presence would not manifest again, took a deep breath.

If it is meant to be, it will be; now, even gods once slain have been resurrected, nothing seems surprising anymore.

He redirected his attention back to the changes in the Original Plane.

Once the spatial rules were fully stabilized, he didn’t hesitate and immediately deployed the Level 18 Cold-blooded Cavalry, Eternal Night Judge, and Eternal Night Eagle Horned Beast Knight.

In a very short time, the city defense of Katana improved significantly.

Coupled with the Wetland Angels floating in the void, it gave a tremendous sense of security.

The previously stationed Level 15 troops orderly withdrew and entered the Swamp Divine Kingdom to await advancement.

Seeing everything proceed in an orderly fashion calmed Lear’s heart.

Suddenly recalling something, he turned to look at the resolute-faced leader of the Dark Night Elves.

Although a mid-journey addition to Weilu City, the surrounding storms experienced were no less than others.

His gaze sharpened.

"Isa, for your many merits defending Katana, I am bestowing upon you the promised... Now, kneel."

The proud leader of the Dark Night Elves trembled but hesitated not a second, bowing that unyielding head, kneeling on one knee.

Her tone was sincere and humble.

"Your Majesty, I dare not claim the credit... For the glory of Your Majesty, the Dark Night Elves will sacrifice both life and soul without regret!"

"Where your will leads, our arrows shall point!"

Lear stepped forward twice, extending his right hand to gently touch the top of her head.

"In the name of the Swamp God, I grant you power, for a brave warrior is worthy of greater strength!"

The next moment, the Power of Faith ignited and surged.

It infused directly into her soul.

A Level 15 Hero was a symbol of power before, but before an Upper Strong Divine Power deity, it wasn’t much more powerful than an ant.

Continuous power nourished her soul, and in a moment, Isa’s aura dramatically increased.

This life that fled from the Underworld finally broke through from Level 15 to Level 16!

It took a crucial step.

Then continued to rise until it slowly stopped at the peak of Level 18.

When Isa opened her eyes again, feeling the surging power, her heart surged with emotion.

Her expression was extremely excited.

Once more, she saluted with utmost respect.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your gift."

Lear gave her a deep look.

"Keep up the good work, once matters on the Original Plane are settled... there will be even richer rewards."

She was worthy of the grant he conferred.

After some encouragement, Isa left, elated.

Perhaps due to that ferocious power’s appearance, the anticipated impact on Weilu City didn’t occur as Lear assumed.

The Long Thorn Mountain Range was peaceful.

He stayed until the morning of the 10th, seeing no enemies appear, he didn’t linger, and, deep in thought, returned to Weilu City.

This event was clearly just the beginning...

How the situation will develop is unknown, but preparations must be made in advance.

Time quietly passed.

The atmosphere in the Original Plane became increasingly heavy and oppressive.

This aura even permeated to the Main Plane, everyone sensing something would happen, but none knew when, or how.

Lear silently prepared his forces; regardless of what happens, being powerful is the eternal truth.

Amidst the tense and busy atmosphere, the 12th arrived.

The Ancient Goblin God finally stepped out of his work area, his face weary but excitement gleamed brightly in his eyes as he approached Lear.

"Your Majesty... The Godslaying Mechanical Puppet is complete."

Lear, who was in City Hall discussing governance with Bain, suddenly stood up, his eyes aglow.

He had long anticipated this treasure, and finally, it was his!

Since the foundation of Weilu City, upon discovering the Goblin Ruins, he had known of this fierce existence.

To finally obtain it now felt incredibly fulfilling.

The effort had truly paid off.

He immediately excitedly followed along.

Bain followed, equally thrilled.

Entering the Alchemy Workshop, passing through the hall, they reached the spacious courtyard in the back.

Focused, at this moment, 10 giant mechanical puppets, each 20 meters high, stood upon the ground.

The dark-colored metallic shell was etched with countless goblin runes, offering a powerful visual impact.

Fierce, domineering.

Lear, watching this scene, felt extraordinarily exhilarated.

"10 puppets?!"

Turning his head towards the Ancient Goblin God, he felt an unexpected excitement.

The Ancient Goblin God stood tall, his tone exhilarating.

"Your Majesty, yes... I have manufactured 10 puppets in the first batch!"

"In the warehouse, there are 30 more awaiting final assembly; with the flesh of the Abyss Duke, they can be completed immediately!"

Hahaha... Is it really this exhilarating?

Lear’s face broke into a radiant smile.

This is just fantastic, dozens upon dozens being produced?!