After a series of experints, Lear gained an intuitive understanding of the big-mouthed Scavenger Beasts.
These over two hundred sowhat foolish creatures were definitely a treasure.
This High Tier fertilizer was truly different.
His mood couldn’t help but improve.
He imdiately inford Bain about the relevant information, instructing him to elevate the importance of the big-mouthed Scavenger Beasts to the highest priority.
They would focus on cultivating them in the future.
Interestingly, these creatures seed to never be full, continuously eating.
This characteristic allowed for a stable yield.
He planned to conduct further research to see if there was any food that could improve their excretion efficiency; simply feeding them grass was obviously not enough nutrition.
The more they ate, the more they could produce.
Upon receiving the news, Bain imdiately organized a 30-person team dedicated to caring for the big-mouthed Scavenger Beasts.
They were all slaves of the large-eared people acquired from the Night Shadow Clan.
These naturally honest and straightforward beings, much like the feather-covered Deltha, were very suited for hard labor.
With the addition of the big-mouthed Scavenger Beasts, the importance of the pig farm rose significantly again.
The Land of Crimson Rot stood here, and its role beca increasingly significant.
Looking at the 20 Venus Flytraps that had grown considerably, Lear contentedly returned to the Land of Crimson Rot.
After inspecting the big-mouthed Scavenger Beasts, he thought for a mont and continued having the Vine Fairy improve their pen.
First was the height of the breeding pen, which needed to be raised to at least two ters high.
In the future, food would be given above, and the produced feces would fall to the ground.
At that ti, they could simply collect them from below.
The Vine Fairy quickly raised the breeding pen to two ters, supported entirely by vines, remaining absolutely stable despite the trampling of the big-mouthed Scavenger Beasts.
However, during this process, Lear made additional improvents.
The bottom was transford into a giant conical vine receptacle.
The highest point was at the central area of the breeding pen, gradually sloping outwards.
This way, as soon as the big-mouthed Scavenger Beasts excreted, their feces could slide down the cone gradually and fall outside.
In the future, it would only be necessary to collect the feces from outside.
Later, Granny Green would endow the vines with spirituality, ensuring that even if the feces got stuck halfway, the vines could clean themselves.
This way, feces collection would be fully automated, requiring virtually no effort.
Truly an automatic fertilizer production machine.
Lear was in high spirits.
He did not linger here, leaving the managent to the large-eared people.
He turned to the Land of Crimson Rot.
In high spirits, he gazed at the two sealed creatures—a Level 16 Flying Dragon and a Level 14 Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King.
It was ti to take action on these two pieces of pri at.
His gaze sharpened.
The flesh underground began to writhe, and the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King was dragged from the ground.
At once, this Level 14 creature, imprisoned for quite a while, glared angrily at Lear.
Its pitch-black eyes flared, nostrils flaring, with a palpable sense of suppressed rage.
If possible, it would likely trample Lear underfoot in the most violent manner possible.
Looking at the majestic Deer King, Lear was deeply moved.
This was definitely a perfect mount!
From the first ti he saw it, it was extrely weak and didn’t dare to spare it a second glance.
Unexpectedly, within just a few months, it had beco a prisoner, at his rcy.
Without hesitation.
With a thought, the Divine Format within him exuded a fierce pressure, invading the opponent’s body in the most direct and frenzied manner.
The Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King felt an indescribable, sacred inviolable pressure coming at it.
Its body trembled, an indescribable terror rising in its heart.
The human before it seed to grow to hundreds of ters, exerting an oppressive gaze as imposing as a collapsing mountain.
Like a Divine Spirit traversing ti, fierce and frenzied.
It wanted to struggle and resist.
But it was anchored in place, unable to flee or hide.
Roar~
A deep growl issued from its throat, eyes bloodshot.
Teeth clenched, it imdiately gathered all its strength to resist the oppression.
But under the Divine Power, all resistance seed futile.
Its soul creaked, ground into dust under the terrifying pressure, on the brink of collapse.
Having mastered Authority, Lear’s overwhelming Divine Power now surpassed its previous might manifold!!
No matter how the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King resisted, under that all-consuming pressure, its consciousness grew increasingly faint.
Its will to resist continuously waned.
Finally, as though pierced by sothing, it let out a mournful sound and closed its eyes.
Then, its soul felt a rush of fulfillnt.
A unique energy imprinted onto its mind.
The next mont, the intense resentnt it had for the human before it vanished silently.
Instead, a sense of closeness and admiration arose.
Reopening its eyes, its hostility was completely gone.
Lear perceived this and smiled happily.
With a wave of his hand.
The Land of Flesh and Blood imprisoning the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King released, granting the Level 14 creature freedom once more.
It slowly raised its head, uttering a leisurely call toward the sky.
Contrary to its appearance, its deer call was as crisp and sonorous as a bird’s song.
Then, this almost 4-ter tall creature, with its curved and sturdy antlers, stepped forward in great strides and fell to its knees before Lear.
Its posture was exceedingly humble.
Seeing this, an inspiration suddenly struck Lear.
He placed a hand on its antlers.
"In the na of the Swamp God, I grant you power."
Within him, the Swamp Divine Format quietly activated.
The supre Authority mobilized the power of the entire Mire Swamp.
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