"Last night, the Kelder Ratn attacked the fortification to the west. Fortunately, the Vine Fairies controlled the vines and killed all those ratn."
"But this doesn’t signify safety... Those underground beings have already started making moves on the surface; the crisis grows more severe."
"As you ntioned before, the Mouse Queen killed the giant dragon of the Dark Mountains... The truly powerful entities have not yet acted; we must remain on high alert."
"In addition, near the entrance to the Underworld, the Dark Night Elves have woven giant spider webs in the vicinity."
"Anyone trying to enter will undoubtedly face obstruction from these webs... The webs are extrely sticky and are laced with a highly poisonous neurotoxin capable of rendering one defenseless quickly."
"Furthermore, these webs are immune to fire, making them particularly troubleso."
"We need to prepare in advance, because if the Holy Song Clan establishes a foothold on the surface... they will certainly use the surface resources to grow rapidly."
"Moreover, near the Dragon Witch Demon Castle—Black Death City, there is strong necromancy, preventing the Crimson Wasps from approaching and gathering more intelligence at this ti."
"Since their influence has extended hundreds of miles away, they must be preparing for an invasion; we also need to be cautious."
The one reporting this information to Lear is not Bain, but the Level 15 King of Naga.
This being, transford into a half-undeath, currently commands thirty-two squads of Dark Naga, responsible for guarding the territory’s safety.
While under the Tyrant Monarch’s command, they led the Naga Tribe, gaining extensive experience in this area.
After noticing their capabilities, Lear assigned them to handle military intelligence.
To allow them to make full use of their talents.
Haggs often had to accompany him in battles abroad, and the Great Demon was too brutal, while Isa was in command of the Dark Night Elves and couldn’t stay in the territory for long.
The Flesh Butcher was even less suited, as this divine life with no head preferred being on the front lines, tearing through enemy defenses with the most violent ans.
With no suitable candidates among his current experts, his eyes fell on the King of Naga.
This Level 15 hero had the brains, experience, and ti—a perfect fit.
After pondering for a mont, Lear spoke softly.
"Deploy 1,000 Deserted Tomb Guards to station at the fortification to the west, rotating the guard every other day. Send any monsters killed back to Weilu City to train Cold-blooded Cavalry."
"Report imdiately if there’s a massive ratn attack."
"Also, mobilize additional Vine Fairies to assist in the construction of the fortification, wasting no ti, as this will beco the main battlefield to co."
"Regarding the entrance to the Underworld... maintain close surveillance, and report any disturbances imdiately."
"Since the Holy Song Clan has kept a defensive posture, there’s room for maneuver there, as they are clearly concerned."
"About the undead... Tomorrow, I will personally visit Black Death City. I want to see just how strong the Dragon Witch Demon is."
Feeling uneasy about the undead, Lear sensed that sothing bad might happen.
He disliked passively waiting; only by holding the initiative could he better handle the crisis.
"Yes, Sovereign!"
The King of Naga nodded heavily.
Since being transford into a half-undeath, its sole purpose was to execute the Sovereign’s will.
As this fierce entity departed, Lear’s eyes shifted slightly.
The Tyrant Monarch still has many Naga under his command... There’s an opportunity to bring more back to bolster the territory’s defenses.
With this thought, his thoughts wandered.
He wondered how things were in Lorand City now. How many seats has Kalanis occupied in the Faceless Hermitage?
Given her impressive performance in the arena, she might control the entire Faceless Hermitage faster than he expected.
He was unsure about the progress of the slave acquisition by the Dragon Fang Trading Company and whether he could obtain the desired amount on his next visit.
And the Beastn!
Have those brutal beings already launched an attack on Lorand City?
Based on their behavior in the arena, this war is bound to be extrely brutal and intense.
And... the Northern Flower that repelled the Beastman God and shattered the arena—how is it now?
The trip back was rushed, leaving many things undone.
At that mont, an aged voice broke through his thoughts.
"Father God, greetings to you."
Turning his head, a few Reed-hair grandmothers, their faces wrinkled, bodies hunched, appeared before him.
Lear recovered from his thoughts and said softly.
"Good day, do you have sothing for ?"
The Reed-hair grandmothers rarely sought him out, usually focused on completing the tasks he assigned.
The leading grandmother spoke up, her tone passionate and spirited.
"Father God, we sense you are regaining your forr strength and reclaiming the swamp’s glory."
"As your servants, we beseech you to grant us greater power and unlock the swamp seal within our souls."
Gift them power?
Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
Having not long wielded authority, he was still in the exploration phase, unclear about utilizing his abilities fully.
This was why the system suggested he observe the Spider God reforging its soul.
"You have seals within you?"
"Yes, Father God. The swamp is shrinking, and our power is waning. Our original strength is no longer usable; this is not a seal from external forces, but a shackle of our own bloodline."
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