In the depths of the Land of Crimson Rot, the flesh of the Abyss Duke is still suppressed, offering boundless allure to high-tier undead.
The still-slumbering Crimson Queen Bee also needs ti to complete its tamorphosis.
After not much ti, the Desolate Tomb, having completed its transformation, dispatched the Deserted Tomb Guard, passing through the spatial passage, entering the Undead Plane.
Becoming a powerful reinforcent for the Flesh Butcher.
Expedition to the Other Plane.
This kind of legend only heard from minstrels, Lear had now personally realized.
A peculiar feeling of reality interwoven with fantasy.
Although the Flesh Butcher has no head, this divine life’s intelligence far surpasses ordinary people.
It’s just that it has always been proud and silent, not fond of speaking.
Lear, who personally nurtured it, had a high level of trust in the Flesh Butcher.
He felt at ease entrusting this important action to it.
Thus, Weilu City, quietly and imperceptibly, opened a new battlefield—the Undead Plane.
Lear nad this action the Call to Expedition.
This is the beginning of everything, and the horn sounded first.
At the sa ti, he ordered the City Hall to provide backup support for this action.
However, on the Undead Plane, logistics support seems unnecessary.
The Deserted Tomb Guard, even when dead, can be resurrected... the skeleton army recruited there, when dead, it’s even better, letting the Land of Crimson Rot devour souls as well.
Having just finished arranging the complex matters here, Lear was preparing to rest when he received news that quite pleasantly surprised him.
The aged Mud Swamp People hero Bain ca running quickly, panting with excitent before he even stood still in front of Lear.
"Your Majesty!! Good news!!"
"Lord Aite has returned with the ogre army from the Shattering Star Plane!!"
Lear’s spirits were imdiately lifted.
Has the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain, who went to complete his destined task, returned?!
This life, reconstructed by the Ancient Goblin God and possessing octopus-like chanical limbs, had previously activated a revenge destiny task and went alone to the half-plane where ogres dwell—the Shattering Star Plane.
To complete his revenge.
In a flash, nearly a month had passed.
Now, he has finally returned.
I wonder how much improvent that hero, whose potential has risen to 5 stars, gained from this journey?
Filled with intense anticipation, he couldn’t stay within his domain any longer and imdiately set off with Bain straight away to the spatial rift over ten kiloters away from the territory, leading to the Shattering Star Plane.
Upon his arrival, a large number of people had already gathered outside.
Gazing from mid-air, a spatial rift over thirty ters wide tore open the earth’s surface.
Erging from it were ogre warriors, sturdy like bulls, each with two heads.
Hundreds had already gathered by now.
And the key figure—Two-headed Giant Chief-Aite, with chanical limbs supporting him seven or eight ters above the ground, was particularly conspicuous.
Moving a little closer, Lear’s emotions grew even more excited.
The Two-headed Giant Chief not only brought back a large number of ogre warriors but also one after another hefty Three-tailed Pigs!
Judging by their numbers, there were over a thousand.
This scene showered Lear with delight.
The ogre warriors were fine; they were just level 8 or 9 lives, of little significance to the current Weilu City.
But the Three-tailed Pigs were different, they are a crucial aspect of his strategic plan.
They are the vital pillar for future territorial developnt, expanding the legion, and enhancing strength.
This batch of Three-tailed Pigs will accelerate the pig farm’s formation tenfold, twentyfold!
In the future, acquiring these Wetland Lizard-man units would an no more painstakingly searching for flesh to convert.
Just pull a batch of pigs from the farm to slaughter, and it would fulfill the requirents for advancent.
Land of Crimson Rot, Crimson Queen Bee, Desolate Tomb, Flesh Butcher... all these entities’ craving for flesh, as long as the pig farm scales up, will not be an issue.
Indeed, the end of farming is pig raising...
Lear landed in a cheerful mood on the ground.
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