Moreover, the energy absorbed by the Starry Sky Vine was so abundant that they were directly elevated to Level 15 at full level.
Just overnight, the long-range power in hand increased significantly.
Watching this, Lear felt both excited and a bit wistful. If cultivating the Cold-blooded Cavalry were this convenient, it would be wonderful.
Now, he still has to slowly accumulate flesh and blood...
By noon on the 4th, the newly promoted Dark Night Elves were assigned to the Alchemy-Activated Armor.
In hand, they held the Armor-Breaking Longbow, with their backs filled with Thorny Arrows.
In just one day, they went from using old muskets to new cannons.
This also made this batch of troops exceptionally loyal to Lear.
Isa then began to reorganize the Dark Night Hunters, mixing new and veteran soldiers together to maintain combat effectiveness.
By the ti her tasks were done, it was already afternoon. Just as Lear was about to inspect things, he suddenly sensed terrifying energy fluctuations erging from outside the swamp.
He imdiately soared into the air, adjusting his view to look.
With full perception, every detail around was laid bare.
The void outside the swamp was like a lake hit by a giant stone, raising wave upon wave of turmoil.
When so spaces couldn’t withstand the writhing turmoil, they were suddenly torn apart.
The aura of the Other Plane gushed out from within.
Lear’s expression grew solemn.
He directly mobilized the swamp’s power to stabilize the space above, preventing such unrest.
The waves in the space beca more and more intense, and the number of cracks was also increasing.
It was evident that the speed of the Main Plane’s rules in repairing these spatial cracks had drastically decreased.
In the past, spatial cracks could be nded in re monts, but now it had co to a standstill.
The changes in rules beca increasingly evident.
Lear took a deep breath and ordered a state of alert...
——
Lorand City.
This city, which was a battlefield half a month ago, had now returned to peace.
Standing on the city wall and looking around, the sight was no longer of devastation but of roses blooming everywhere.
Patch after patch, cluster after cluster.
They were so dense, they seed to cover the entire Lorand City.
Green leaves and colorful flowers complented each other, gently swaying in the breeze, creating an exquisite beauty.
A stunning figure, dressed in a pure white noble evening gown, was standing atop the city wall at this mont.
The face seed carved by a Divine Spirit, without a blemish, skin as delicate as snow, rosy and flawless.
Her eyes were deep and black, like a starry sky sparkling within, embodying endless beauty.
Her long hair floated gently behind her, as if soaked in water, filled with mystery and majesty.
Standing atop the city wall, she was a breathtaking sight, with the surrounding roses seeming to cheer for her.
The soldiers in the back straightened their postures with pride, yet no one dared to look at that figure, as if one more glance would be sacrilege.
She was their goddess, their ruler, their leader!
"Lady Firina..."
A soft and calm voice interrupted this beautiful scene.
A warrior donned with a Faceless mask, holding a sharp War Saber, appeared quietly, chest held high, with an indomitable aura.
The surrounding soldiers, upon seeing this, showed even more respect in their eyes.
Firina turned her head to look at the newcor, sowhat curious.
"Miss Kalanis, is there sothing you need?"
"I need to return to Weilu City... to et the lord."
Kalanis calmly gazed at this stunning beauty for whom the lord willingly lent the divine-slaying weapon.
Firina’s eyes revealed a hint of brilliance. After a while, she spoke with a bit of longing.
"I really wish I could go with you to see Lear’s territory... what a pity."
"There will be opportunities in the future."
Kalanis naturally knew that the Rose Empress, who led Lorand City to victory, was indispensable here.
Especially when the situation was still unclear.
"Lady Firina, do you have any ssages you’d like to deliver?"
Firina smiled gently.
"Then, please convey to Lord Lear that he should co back to visit an old friend when he has ti."
"Also, I need to use his weapon a bit longer..."
"When he returns next ti, I’ll have a surprise for him."
Looking at her joyful expression, Kalanis felt a touch of inexplicable sadness but quickly adjusted, nodding slowly.
"I’ll convey it..."
With that, without saying more, she turned and left.
Firina, waiting for her figure to disappear, turned back to look outside the city, her gaze deep.
She remained silent for a long ti.
Lord Lear, I have already slain the god.
I wonder, how far has your territory developed by now?
She recalled in her mind the scene of their first eting, her mouth curling slightly.
The boy who ca out of the slums... has grown to an extraordinary height.
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