The great Lord has revealed his identity as the Swamp God!
From now on, they are the people of the god, and the land they inhabit is the god’s territory.
They have the supre ruler!
This is an honor, an unparalleled glory!
Praise the swamp, praise Your Majesty!
At that mont, the goblins at the front suddenly knelt down in unison.
They knelt devoutly towards City Hall, hands clasped, and began to pray...
The crowd, witnessing this scene, was also moved, and began to kneel in succession.
Steady, fanatic, and exultant prayers rang out densely.
This environnt and atmosphere deeply touched those residents whose faith was not strong, prompting them to join in more devoutly.
Lear felt the surge of the Power of Faith within him and took a deep breath.
The Power of Faith is the aggregation of countless beings’ thoughts, representing a fragnt of this world’s faint will.
Authority is the world’s rules.
The world’s will mobilizes the world’s rules; this is the underlying logic of the use of authority.
The Power of Faith is a force that only gods can control, unique and terrifying.
After calming himself, Lear gestured for soone to summon the Swamp Boggart and Bain.
A mont later, several people arrived one after another.
His gaze first landed on the Mud Swamp Hero, who was as fervent as the other residents now.
"Bain, arrange for the Vine Fairy to begin building the Swamp Church, providing enough space for the faithful to pray."
"From now on, every evening from 7 to 8 is the collective prayer ti; residents without work arrangents are free to go to the church."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and fixed his gaze on the Swamp Boggart.
"Mar, you’ll serve as the Archbishop of the Swamp Sect, responsible for preaching. Mani and Mana, you two will serve as White-robed Bishops, assisting Mar in preaching."
Mar was the Swamp Boggart who broke the Level limit by devouring the Power of Resentnt of the Kelder Ratman a few days ago, advancing to Level 14.
The other two are still Level 12, and one is already busy as the Ancient Goblin God’s teaching assistant, with little extra energy.
Since the Swamp Sect has now been revealed to everyone through this opportunity,
it’s only logical to push forward the sect’s matters comprehensively.
Although the sect’s systems are not yet perfect, Weilu City is a closed territory.
Even if there are issues, they can be handled and corrected in ti, without affecting others.
"Your will is above all!"
The Swamp Boggart respectfully placed a hand over her chest.
With these instructions given, Lear wasted no ti, having Bain proceed to arrange various tasks.
With the war over, not only does the church need to be built, but the territory also needs to return to its normal operations.
Fortunately, this ti the duration was short and did not cause significant impact.
Soon, the administrative system set up by Bain began functioning.
After the Vine Fairy opened the gate sealed by the Starry Sky Vine,
residents, leaving their prayer state, started heading out after breakfast, embarking on a new day’s work.
Although last night they didn’t sleep well, the life forms of the Fantasy World are generally robust, and a few nights of staying up have little effect.
The farmland and fishing grounds relocated before the war were relocated back by Lear.
But to deal with the undead, he made the swamp a trap, drastically changing the terrain.
In the end, Lear simply built several wide and straightforward roads, connecting these work areas.
In this way, residents’ work beca much more convenient.
The entire territory began to rejuvenate.
Watching the busy residents, Lear restrained the Land of Crimson Rot, restoring the surroundings to normal scenery.
This area, with its dense aura of death, is not suitable for normal life to reside in long-term.
He relocated this unique treasure near the pig farm.
At the sa ti, he turned his gaze to the imprisoned Dragon Lich.
At the mont, the other still existed in the form of a Corpse Dragon.
However, the high-spirited aura on its body was waning and soon would revert to its original form.
Lear pondered for a mont, feeling a bit at his wit’s end.
It’s simple to kill the other, but the Lich has a Life Box; without knowing where the Life Box is, acting rashly would be like releasing a tiger back to the mountain.
Keeping it imprisoned is not a solution either... the other can still abandon the soul here and use the Life Box to resurrect.
This is why Liches are hard to deal with.
While thinking, the Intelligence System suddenly popped up with new information.
[You commanded the army to fend off the attack of hundreds of thousands of undead and personally suppressed a Level 19 Dragon Lich, obtaining additional intelligence—a Dragon Lich’s Life Box is hidden in the Undead Plane. By using authority to invade its soul, you can sense the location of the Life Box after the Dragon Lich’s death, allowing the Flesh Butcher to open a space portal to find the Life Box.]
Lear’s expression turned quite extraordinary upon seeing the sudden intelligence.
It was like getting a pillow when you’re drowsy; his Intelligence System was truly reliable.
He took a deep breath, his eyes shifting slightly.
Rumble~
The ground trembled, and the earth surged with blood-colored soil, like water bubbling upward.
In a matter of breaths, the enormous Corpse Dragon was brought out from the earth’s surface.
Limbs, wings, tail, and mouth were all shackled with restraints ford of flesh and soil.
The Dragon Lich awoke in an instant, imdiately rebelling, desperately struggling.
But suppressed under the Land of Crimson Rot, no matter how it exerted itself, it could not move.
It couldn’t even open its mouth to curse.
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