This mine vein is a treasure of Weilu City!
After so thought, he gave an order to Haggs, instructing this Wetland Lizard-man Hero to capture so stout and robust beings to beco followers of the Master of Heart Eating.
The number of over three thousand miners was a bit insufficient, and it was ti to nourish the Master of Heart Eating, otherwise, how could they request the next reward?
He also wanted to use the other’s hand to cultivate a few extraordinary or even demigod beings; this fat lamb shouldn’t be squandered.
With the Blood-eating Demon shielding the ancient ruins, the worm army couldn’t cause any substantial impact on ore extraction.
More interestingly, the battlefield corpses were quickly cleared by Lear, who sent in bubble beasts to clean them away.
With Mar in control, even the Blood-eating Demons had nothing to complain about and were glad to have soone clearing the battlefield, facilitating the slaughter of these inferior creatures attempting to obstruct the divine spirit followers from mining.
They were sent by the Master of Heart Eating to follow the Swamp Boggart’s orders, and those mining followers, including the Swamp Boggart, genuinely believed in the Master of Heart Eating; there was no fictitious possibility at all.
There was no notion that sothing was amiss.
Especially soon after, new followers of the Master of Heart Eating were continuously filled in, becoming new labor forces, further strengthening the Blood-eating Demon’s determination to protect the mine vein.
On the other side, after massive worm corpses were transferred out, Lear imdiately had Haggs arrange the promotion to Cold-blooded Cavalry.
With this at grinder providing flesh energy, it greatly eased the territory’s need for flesh.
He was very satisfied.
Due to the strength of the Blood-eating Demon, this line entered a stable stage.
Two days passed, and it was suddenly the 22nd.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry, without a sound, promoted two squadrons, and the 4-star units reached 7 squadrons!
This greatly relaxed Lear.
For this promotion, he hadn’t paid any price, only needed to watch the Blood-eating Demons slaughter, then carried the corpses out.
Too easy.
anwhile, another piece of good news arrived...The Blacksmith Shop successfully refined a 5-star level ore—Magic rcury.
Lear eagerly went to inspect it.
Magic rcury was placed within a glass enclosure.
At a focused glance, it was crystal clear, reflecting glimrs of light, giving people a dreamlike feeling, like the effect of mixing fluorescent powder into molten silver.
It flowed gently within the glass enclosure, set upon a golden base, with gold and silver interweaving, appearing exceedingly special.
The Magic rcury attracted the surrounding magic power to continuously pour in, its energy emanation remarkably evident.
Not rely ore, but more like a form of energy.
"Your Majesty, this Magic rcury was refined from 10,000 kilograms of ore, the complexity of refining is the highest the Blacksmith Shop has handled!"
"It involved over a hundred processes, far from being as simple as refining iron ore..."
Bulin spoke with so pride.
"But for any discovered ore, we have a refining thod!"
"Indeed, Magic rcury can enchain equipnt, enhancing equipnt level...Do you know how to enchant?"
"Your Majesty, I’ve already tried, results will be available tomorrow!"
Bulin’s tone carried pride.
This was the pride of the Fray people.
Lear was quite pleasantly surprised.
"Great, then I’ll wait for the results you’ll present!"
The Fray people, who could pass down their knowledge through bloodlines, possessed an enviable knowledge system for everyone.
This capability was excessively overpowered...
Just then, rumble~
A sudden dull sound interrupted the conversation between Lear and Bulin.
The territory residents simultaneously felt a unique aura surge in their hearts.
So inexplicable unease.
As if being watched by so fierce beast.
Simultaneously, unnoticed space rifts quietly appeared at the edge of the swamp.
Whoosh~
The first crack unveiled an indifferently towering figure with a height of 3 ters, donning pitch-black wings.
Its features were handso, as though ticulously crafted by a master, with movents carrying an aristocratic elegance.
Clothed in pure black robes, it was profoundly mysterious.
Holding a slender bone sword, the unapplied blade seed lacking in lethality, resembling more a noble’s ornant.
After a short pause, its gaze swept around and noticed the swamp.
With intrigue, it fluttered its wings forward, but upon stepping into the swamp, its eyes shifted instantly, retreating at once.
Its expression beca extrely cautious.
After retreating hundreds of ters, it slightly cald down, yet its face still bore a lingering fear.
"What a terrifying aura, such a dreadful existence hidden in the Main Plane...This swamp mustn’t be ventured into."
Mumbling, it pivoted and flew in another direction without the slightest halt.
At this ti, elegant demons continually flew out of the surrounding fractured rifts...
Yet these demons, like the first, dispersed instantly upon appearing, none ventured into the swamp.
Occasionally, one or two would erge, only to retreat at once.
Lear perceived this scene, his expression slightly subtle.
Is this the 18-level Two-winged Demons the last intelligence ntioned?
Why are they so shrewd?
He initially thought to employ the Master of Heart Eating’s Blood-eating Demon army to clash with these Two-winged Demons.
Unexpectedly, the other party was so astute to sense the swamp’s horror...
Contemplating, he extended his perception toward the space rift front.
Yet, he could only feel void, nothing present.
Amidst his pondering, he glanced at the still-erging demons from the rift and shook his head.
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