It gave a spine-chilling visual impact.
Such a life, without ntioning combat strength, simply appearing in front of ordinary people would cause imnse fear.
"Do you have a na?"
"Radina... my true na obtained at birth."
Lear nodded.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the attribute panel.
But found himself speechless, as it still showed that transformation was underway... no specific attributes.
"You have not completed your transformation?"
"My lord, the eyeball you bestowed contains another unique power, I need about a day to consu it."
The Flesh Butcher’s words were fluid and normal, like communicating with a regular person.
Lear sensed this and directly asked.
"Did you gain knowledge inheritance?"
"Sovereign... I possess a vast mory of the Half-Fishman."
Only then did Lear understand.
The entity was ford from the flesh of Half-Fishn, coupled with the nature of Divine Life beings, which cannot be judged by ordinary reasoning.
"Do you still require flesh?"
Radina shook its bare neck.
"Digesting this eyeball is more important to ..."
His voice carried a hint of excitent as he spoke.
"The lingering aura of the Demigod in the eyeball is extrely unique... I might be able to use this to devour its power."
Lear’s eyes lit up.
Is this possible?
A demigod, after all, is a demigod; since the entity was born from divinity, it seems understandable.
Without saying much else, Lear gestured for the entity to properly digest.
Yet, he reminded him not to be overzealous, to devour the power of the Master of Stench and Flies if possible, but not to force it if it’s beyond reach.
Getting the adversary cornered and desperate would not be good.
The Flesh Butcher imdiately complied, then rested again under the Swamp Treant, falling back into slumber.
This ti, its awakening seed near.
Lear was in high spirits.
Haggs completed his transformation, the Divine Life has awoken, many good things transpired today.
In the end, the Master of Stench and Flies was like sending him a wave of heads.
If they had awakened sooner, the ferocious Plague Fly General would have just been standing by to be slaughtered.
The aura of the Flesh Butcher was more powerful and fierce than Haggs.
After all, this is Divine Life; its starting point at birth is a finish line that ordinary life could hardly ever reach in a lifeti.
After digesting the spoils of war, this sudden outbreak seed to finally close its curtain.
The losses were considerable, but the bounty was equally abundant.
It was a small gain.
Lear did not tarry further and returned to his tent to rest.
The next day, morning, a ray of sunlight spilled onto the horizon, painting the clouds in vibrant colors.
The crowd early gathered in front of the City Hall.
At this ti, dozens of vine-woven coffins were silently placed on the ground.
The crowd was silent.
The hero’s funeral... this was the second ti.
Compared to the previous ti, the residents were more touched this ti.
They witnessed the scene filled with bodies and the tragic state of fallen Wetland Lizardman Warriors.
Many of the corpses were even helped by them in internt.
The sacrificed heroes fought and died for them.
Participating personally allows them to more intuitively grasp the heavy significance of that phrase.
These sacrifices stood on the frontline against the enemy’s charge.
Without these warriors, last night would have been a massive escape.
The ones dead now, would be them!
Lear quietly ca to the fore of the crowd, glanced around, and spoke with a calm yet solemn tone.
"People of Weilu City, you should all know, last night, the enemies attacked the territory..."
"Those filthy, disgusting monsters wanted to destroy our territory, seize our food, gnaw on our flesh!"
His tone grew more fervent as he spoke.
"But our warriors, joined forces to annihilate them!"
"Defended the territory and won the final victory!"
"Yet at the sa ti... we paid a heavy price."
"Do you see the coffins before you? Each one is a hero that sacrificed last night defending the territory, protecting each and every one of us!"
"Rember these heroes, who fought and died for us!"
"They will never be forgotten, nor will they be disregarded."
"The Tomb of the Heroic Spirits will be their resting place, and the Heroic Spirit Hall will surely have their nas and songs of their legends."
"They are role models for all of us!"
"There is no peace or quiet, danger is omnipresent; it is our warriors who bear all of this for us!"
"All glory belongs to them, dying for greatness, dying for shine!"
"Raise the spirit!"
With the highly stirring words, everyone felt a fire burning within their chest.
The cohesion of the territory was soaring.
The Wetland Lizardman Warriors imdiately lifted the coffins of their comrades, moving towards the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits.
Lear supported the coffin, while the Swamp Boggart scattered white flowers at the front, humming a mournful yet hopeful tune.
The atmosphere was solemn and dignified.
The crowd, who had never experienced this feeling, finally understood why it’s often said that sacrificing for the territory brings honor.
The Lord supports the coffin.
All the residents escort the spirit... What an honor is that?
After the burial, Lear personally shoveled the first spade of earth.
Then a collective mont of silence for three minutes.
After everything was complete, as the crowd dispersed, the emotions within their hearts lingered for a long ti.
Barbarians were especially spirited at this mont.
Last ti, they were rely spectators, but this ti was different—they also participated in the bloody battle last night.
And two comrades sacrificed themselves on the frontline against the enemy!
What kept them restless today is... the two dead barbarians also received the sa treatnt and honor!
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