Chapter 952 - 401: Conquering 15 More Temples, Two Newly Refreshed Pieces of Intelligence
After calming down, intense ambition surged in Lear’s heart.
By occupying all the temples of the Wild Pantheon, the number of temples under his control would reach—45!
Nearing halfway to the hundred temples needed for feedback from the Original Plane.
Controlling 20 temples seemed a distant goal.
But with control over 45, the feeling is completely different.
He took a deep breath and looked at the Dark Night Elf leader standing by.
"Convey my order."
A strong and authoritative voice echoed around.
"Your Majesty."
Isa stood at attention, ready.
"The entire army will rest for 5 hours, and after recovering status, immediately advance to Eagle’s Nest Mountain!"
The war has begun, and there is no room for pause.
Next, we will sever all the tendrils of the Wild Pantheon with overwhelming force, uprooting them completely, leaving no room for respite.
The Heart of the Wild has already fallen, and the space passage has been crushed; the remaining enemy forces are trapped.
Even if the God of the Wild and the Stars can open another space passage, it would be futile; the Wetland Angels’ war sabers remain sharp!
"As you wish!"
Isa’s tone was full of excitement.
This victory achieved with such significant advantage far exceeded her expectations, while once again refreshing her understanding of her master.
Powerful, unfathomably powerful, always with backup plans, always with unknown true trump cards.
Her head lowered, her eyes filled with fanaticism.
Towards strength, the Dark Night Elves have absolute obedience and worship; it’s a hereditary trait engraved in the bloodline of Underworld beings.
Even if Lear had not engraved a mark in her mind, she would still be his most loyal, most humble servant at this moment.
After Isa left, the army began cleaning the battlefield.
Meanwhile, a portion of the Crowned Eagle-horned Beast Knights were dispatched to Katana to bring Bubble Beasts for transporting bodies.
This vast number of corpses is perfect for advancing the Cold-blooded Cavalry.
During the break, Lear mounted the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King and flew into the air.
From above, he looked down at the city now completely under control, feeling a touch of emotion.
A city guarded by hundreds of thousands of troops, yet so easily conquered.
This land that belonged to the Wild Pantheon will from today become a vassal of the Swamp.
A feeling of being in a dream somehow.
Who could have thought, a little over a year ago Weilu City couldn’t even assemble an army of a thousand?
His growth rate surprises even himself.
And now that the snowball has started rolling, the development speed of Weilu City will only accelerate.
The resources gained in a day now were unimaginable to gain in half a year before.
This inertia-formed developmental speed is extremely exaggerated.
Three hours later, a whole squadron of Bubble Beasts arrived from Katana, bringing good news from the troops searching below.
During the search of a northern city, in an estate, a hidden underground layer was discovered—inside were 150,000 Ancient Humans!
Lear was quite surprised.
Previously, he was puzzled why Bear Claw Fortress and the Heart of the Wild only had military troops stationed, with no sign of Ancient Humans.
How could the other side have recruited ultimate soldiers without followers?
Turns out they had been concentrated underground.
Intrigued, he went to take a look, but soon his face darkened when he came out.
The underground layer for the over 100,000 people wasn’t crowded, but the conditions they were subjected to were utterly shameful.
Living conditions involved eating, drinking, and excreting all in one place, with waste everywhere, so foul the eyes could barely stay open.
The Wild Pantheon also assigned over a thousand supervisors to ensure the people inside prayed for 18 hours daily; failure to meet this or a lack of sincere faith brought torture.
At first glance, he saw more than ten thousand corpses stacked together... many more decomposing, flies and mice abound.
The scene of vermin gnawing at corpses while countless knelt praying was visually jarring.
The Wild Pantheon never regarded these Ancient Humans as humans, merely livestock for faith extraction.
Using fear and complete control to force constant faith.
Lear let out a breath.
He had a clearer understanding of the divine spirits; not all were good or orderly, with the evil ones occupying over 60% in this Fantasy World...
Spirits like him, who could offer their followers good living conditions, were extremely rare.
Most sects opt for intense exploitation of their followers.
Not much reason—it’s simply too expensive.
How much manpower and resources are needed to let millions live comfortably, do ordinary lowly plebs deserve it?
The lofty nobility needs to be maintained, and the great divine spirits demand greater reverence, while the poor, if living too well, who will the nobility exploit? To whom will the sects sell their wedges of atonement? Will the impoverished still donate most of their assets for divine protection?
This is the world’s true color; divine spirits have ruled for far too long, long enough to cease to see ordinary people as humans, merely tools for faith.
The ruling class doesn’t consider ordinary people significant; all are merely blood-providing beasts for them.
Lear took a deep breath, quelling the surge of murderous intent within.
His gaze turned sharp.
"Isa, take these people back to Katana immediately... and settle them well."