Agriculture and military are inseparable; they are the two legs on which a territory walks. As long as these two aspects are grasped, a foothold can be established.
Everything else is rely an appendage to these two aspects.
In the evening, good news arrived... over a thousand Goblins were brought back intact by Isa.
They were all handed over to the Ancient Goblin God for settlent.
This ancient existence was exhilarated; fortunately, it had a tal body, otherwise it would have shed tears of joy.
However, looking at the Goblins, timid and frightened, with a foolish deanor, its anger towards the Gods was palpable.
On the other side, Haggs successfully brought back the Wetland Lizard-man.
No need for much explanation; the re presence of this level 14 Wetland Lizard-man Hero before them directly seized command.
This is the crushing of an upper position over a lower position.
It’s worth ntioning that the Wetland Lizard-n numbered as much as 8 squadrons!
Vigorously replenishing its forces.
The losses were completely offset.
Lear wore a smile all night long.
In the midst of busy affairs, ti swiftly passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was December 2nd, deep into the night.
As the clock hand passed 12, stepping into the dawn of the 3rd.
The moon was bright but the stars were sparse.
The heavy rain a couple of days ago left the air with a fresh aroma.
Entering December, the weather hadn’t turned much colder, the temperature dropped just over 20 degrees.
The gaze of the Ice and Snow Goddess could not reach this barren, wild land.
In the moonlight, the whole territory lay silent.
The usually bustling blacksmith shop was now devoid of sound.
Within the territory, no residents were moving, only patrolling warriors remained.
The atmosphere was oppressive and grim, the air laden with suffocating tension.
No one knew how long had passed.
Suddenly.
Crack~
A terrifying light flashed across the sky.
Instantly illuminating the entire swamp.
In the next mont, crack~ like a lightning bolt striking vertically on the ground.
The surrounding space shattered like glass, revealing a gigantic space rift.
In the next mont, innurable ferocious creatures poured forth.
Flies, enlarged versions of flies.
Standing over one and a half ters tall, with four pairs of wings fluttering intensely, they hovered over a ter above the ground.
Nurous thumb-sized flies swirled around them, in countless numbers.
The surrounding air instantly emitted a pungent stench, reminiscent of dead rats and garbage heaps.
These fly creatures had four ghastly human-like arms, which tightly gripped a long-handled bone scimitar.
Dipping as they flew, their appearance was exceptionally fierce.
Their abdon bore a scorpion-like hook, bent towards the ground.
These creatures seed spawned from heaps of trash and decaying corpses.
Just a glance was enough to make one’s scalp tingle, filled with utter disgust and revulsion.
Monsters that once launched a massive attack on the newly established Weilu City — the Plague Flies!
Demigod — the tribe of the Master of Stench and Flies.
Within these creatures, were also mixed with a large volu of, three and a half ters tall, enlarged Plague Flies.
Covered in rotting flesh, the four ghastly arms tightly grasped a giant double-bladed war axe, afla with faint green energy.
Blood-red compound eyes filled with frenzy and brutality.
Level 12 — Plague Fly General!
Ferocious creatures that once drenched the yet-to-transform Hero Two-headed Giant Chief in disgrace.
Looking around, even these level 12 creatures were too nurous to count.
The crack expanded larger and larger, and in just twenty minutes, the Plague Flies pouring out had ford a dreadful ocean.
On the other side of the space crack.
A giant fly over 20 ters long hovered in the void.
From its abdon, a massive opening, torrents of Plague Flies were gushing out.
Master of Stench and Flies, this dreadful demigod now indifferently gazed through the crack towards the high-walled vine city in the swamp.
Its rage surged in waves.
How many tis now?!
In this swamp, how many tis had it faced that lowly human and been humiliated?!
Its eyes, its arms, had all been severed by them!!
The monstrous grudge of a sea of blood... must be avenged!
And this ti, it had made enough preparations!
Not only had it completely mastered that Ancient God Treasure, but also... refined the plane it inhabited into its own body!!
The power it possessed now exceeded the demigod’s limits, even comparable to the Divine Spirit!
It could not even fathom how it could lose this ti?
Even if the opponent luckily acquired so of the Swamp God’s power, so what?!
It was now frighteningly powerful!
Moreover, if it succeeded in killing the opponent... it could perhaps devour the swamp’s power, directly ascend to godhood!
Swamp and flies, are they not the perfect match?
The giant fly, now with only its eye remaining, revealed satisfaction and excitent at the prospect of avenging its great grudge.
It could already imagine how wonderful that scene would be...
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