One by one, they fiercely took root on the ground.
Terrifying waves of Magic Power emanated from their bodies.
The branches swayed continuously.
Always ready to cast spells.
When they saw the Ancient Tree Guardians and Dark Night Elves, the ugly faces on their trunks showed a bit of hesitation.
The Treant race is internally peaceful and friendly, even when dark-side Treants encounter light-side Treants, they will not break out into combat.
Under normal circumstances, they would communicate and exchange with each other.
Additionally, the Elves are the most steadfast and friendly allies of the Treants and pose no harm to them.
They did not hold back the magic in their hands.
Seeing this, Isa decisively spoke up.
"Ancient Guardians, we are mbers of Mistdew City, not your enemies. There is no need to worry about us harming you..."
"We ca this ti because the great Swamp God, Your Majesty, foresaw your arrival and specially ca to recruit you."
She gestured to the youthful figure beside her, who wore a blood-red crown and exuded a commanding aura without anger.
The Treant Mage imdiately looked over, and before he could see clearly, he felt an overwhelming, sacred, unfathomable, untouchable, and unspeakable terrifying force envelop his soul.
Instantly, the entire person rolled in endless pressure, as if swept into a turbulent wave.
Each one suddenly shuddered in spirit, succumbing to fear.
Lear sensed the state of the Treant Mage and decisively took action.
The power of the Swamp God surged out from his body, like an imposing, inviolable Divine Power akin to a sharp blade,
penetrating their minds with the most domineering stance in a mont of daze, imprinting traces within their souls...
Only at this mont did the Treant Mage realize sothing was amiss, but he had already lost the space to resist...
As Lear’s knowledge of the swamp deepened and his encroachnt on Shattering Star Plane expanded, his mastery over the Authority was far from what it used to be.
He no longer needed to imprison targets to complete enslavent.
Unless the opponent’s soul was as resilient as levels eighteen or nineteen, even Extraordinary.
Otherwise, it was impossible to resist.
Divine Spirits, beings who control rules, are indeed nearly bug-like existences.
Even Lear was amazed at the power he controlled.
Who knows what terrifying power those famous Main Gods possess?
Sooner or later, he would be like that, too!
Once he cald his emotions, the Treant Mage in front regained his senses, and the wariness and unease in his heart turned into closeness and respect.
"Greetings, great Sovereign..."
Seeing such a thorough transformation, Lear looked at the fifteen Treant Mages, feeling quite pleased.
With this force in hand, Mistdew City welcod another wave of reinforcent!
And such a fierce one at that!
How satisfying.
"Where did you co from? Do you have companions?"
The lead Treant Mage spoke heavily.
"Great Sovereign, we originally lived on a plane full of ancient trees, but three days ago, that plane suddenly collapsed... We were swept here by the spatial turbulence."
"We have no way of sensing where our companions are... Right now, only a few of us are left."
Plane collapse?
Lear raised a brow slightly.
This is uncommon, yet not rare. There are too many outer planes, and one hears about such information every three to five years.
After inquiring for a while, no more useful information was obtained.
These Treants have been sleeping all along, only waking up when the plane collapsed... They know nothing about that plane, not even how they appeared in the Wilderness.
It aligns well with the typical laid-back nature of Treant creatures... very Buddhist.
Once certain nothing more could be learned, Lear didn’t hold back, taking the Treant Mages directly back to the territory.
He arranged them into the city defense formation.
Though the Ancient Tree Guardians were powerful, they didn’t have much anti-air capability, which the Treant Mages complented well.
The security of the territory was once again enhanced.
This put Lear at ease, and now he was quite calm about going out, no longer having to worry about the safety of the territory.
It greatly aided the overall developnt strategy.
Mistdew City’s growth was increasing day by day!
Once these tasks were completed, it was already late at night, and Lear went directly to rest.
On the next day, December 6th, in the early morning.
A crisp breaking sound woke Lear from his slumber.
Startled in his heart, and feeling a vague sense of unease, he imdiately got up to the window, looking out.
At the horizon, in the sky, faint phantom-like images appeared.
It looked like a city was erging, forests undulating, or towering mountains rising, chaotic and hazy.
A mirage?
No, how co there’s a touch of spatial power within?
As the thought arose, the intelligence system in his mind silently refreshed—
[You observe the celestial disturbance, perceive spatial power from Other Planes, and receive an additional piece of intelligence—A plane shattered in the Gods’ battle was originally set to appear in the Main Plane on December 7th, but due to so power interference, its appearance ti is extended to December 14th, drawing more beings to explore.]
After carefully reading through the intelligence, Lear’s eyes showed so surprise.
The descent ti of the Broken Plane was delayed?
A 3 Stars intelligence, valuable indeed.
Moreover, exploring a plane brings benefits far beyond what appears on the surface.
But the delay was favorable, giving him more ti to prepare... With about eight or nine days left, he could strive to convert the remaining Wetland Lizard-n into Cold-blooded Cavalry.
Additionally, those Dark Night Elves could also be transford into Dark Night Hunters.
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