In contemplation, a decision was made.
Imdiately mobilize the Power of Authority to infiltrate in all directions.
Once again, the void tore open, and the aura of the Swamp Divine Kingdom drifted out.
The next mont, the power of the swamp began to transform this newborn plane, as it was so immature that a plane consciousness had yet to be ford.
Lear easily took control of it.
At the sa ti, a vast amount of Swamp Power poured into it, repairing the space cracks outside, allowing them to restore.
After cutting off the external passage, he waved his hand to open the fissures leading to the swamp.
In an open space sowhere in Weilu City, the space suddenly twisted, giving the surrounding passersby quite a scare.
They hurriedly dodged aside.
Then, under their amazed gaze, a space passageway, fifty ters long and thirty ters high, appeared in front of them.
Seeing Lear on the other side of the passageway, the residents finally relaxed and quickly moved further away.
A hundred ters away was the entrance to the Half-Elf Plane, where a similar fissure was open.
However, at this mont, the Half-Elf Griffin Knights were cleansing demons in the Long Thorn Mountain Range and gathering villagers, leaving the area deserted.
After completing all of this, Lear felt quite delighted.
The Half-Elf Plane had already taken shape, and there was no way to change it anymore. Even planting food wasn’t very suitable... it could only be used to raise Griffin Beasts, serving as a base for producing military units.
But this newborn, immature plane was different; it was still a baby, and anything was possible.
Once he inscribed the Swamp Power onto the Plane Stone, this would beco another piece of private land belonging to him.
Moreover, it could continue to expand and grow in the future, which felt very satisfying.
After doing all this, Lear waved his hand to summon over two squadrons of Dark Night Elves from the outside, then looked at Granny Green Grass.
"Work together to perform Spiritual Pointing and transform all the ancient trees in this plane into Ancient Treant Guardians."
The activation of the Dark Night Elves paired with Granny Green Grass’s Spiritual Pointing could enable the transformation of the ancient trees.
The combination of the two life forces created a very subtle chemical reaction.
Everyone imdiately responded and began cooperating to awaken the ancient trees.
Over ten thousand ancient trees require quite so ti.
Due to the different species of ancient trees, so were unable to beco Treants. These ancient trees that couldn’t be awakened, Lear commanded to be felled for the production of teor Longbows.
These all had trunks with a tree age of several thousand years and possessed all sorts of Traits suitable for raw materials after Spiritual Pointing.
Not a bit was wasted.
Thus, they worked busily until noon on May 13th.
Over three thousand Treants had already awakened, but more than half had still not been spiritually pointed. At this rate, it would probably take another two days to complete the task.
Seeing this, Lear did not linger and let Granny Green Grass and the others continue working, taking Betina and the Two-winged Demon back to Weilu City.
Today, there was a very important piece of 3 Star intelligence for him—
The followers of the Abyssal Evil God, Desecration Demon King Samael—Desolation Heretics had entered the Wilderness and were spreading desecrated faith. They were expected to pass by the swamp on May 13th and showed great interest in Weilu City, intending to leave the Power of Profanity there.
The other side controlled an Abyssal Dark Stone, possessing unique power that could permanently record the theatrical performances of the Swamp Boggart.
Using the Abyssal Dark Stone as the core and weaving a network with the Power of Faith, a theatrical transmission path could be established. Once believers ca into contact with the Swamp Sect, they could directly watch the performances, thereby deepening their faith.
This was highly interesting.
It could inscribe the theatrical performances of the Swamp Boggart and allow repeated viewing by believers... isn’t this essentially television?
Once controlled, believers could receive his teachings regardless of distance.
Moreover, theatrical pieces, spreading silently, possessed a potent influence.
Watching them multiple tis, even soone with existing beliefs might naturally begin to deviate...
This was pure cultural dominance, akin to a Destructive Magic for ordinary people with empty spiritual lives, utterly irresistible.
Worse yet, it would hugely increase the audience group!
With this thing, the Swamp Sect’s proselytization speed would see an explosive rise!
Its strategic value was imasurable.
But the problem now was that the intelligence did not provide a specific location, and Lear was unaware from whence these Desecration Zealots entered the swamp.
However, since the other side planned to delve into Weilu City and intended to leave Profaned Faith, they were bound to reveal themselves.
He rely needed to wait for them to expose themselves.
Of course, other asures couldn’t be halted; Great Demon, Two-winged Demon, along with Kalanis and Betina, these Supernaturals were dispatched to search for the tracks of the Desecration Demon.
If they could be found in advance, they wouldn’t need to wait for their appearance.
However, what made Lear furrow his brow was that from noon until after eleven at night, there was still no sign of activity.
The territory remained as usual, and the external search teams found nothing amiss.
Just when he thought the Desecration Zealots might have already gone into hiding, a faint, undetectable energy suddenly brushed over Weilu City with the gentle breeze.
Lear’s gaze sharpened and imdiately turned toward the residential area.
At that mont, a resident who had just lain on his bed, preparing to sleep, suddenly trembled.
A silent image erged in his mind... In the endless darkness, a pair of evil eyes, as vast as stars, were staring at him.
"I have descended, beco my follower..."
He tried to struggle and resist, but there was no opportunity; those eyes abruptly shattered, like glass shards flying toward him.
He shuddered and woke up with cold sweat on his forehead.
After wiping it off and taking a deep breath, he looked around at his familiar bedroom, calming down sowhat.
It was just a nightmare, after all.
He lay back down, but this ti, no matter what, he couldn’t fall asleep, and then began recalling everything about the day in his mind.
As he thought about it, he suddenly felt a bit displeased. Why did they have to work so hard every day, when people in the City Hall could just assign them tasks?
Moreover, they only had enough to eat every day, with not even a woman! Originally, he was very content with his current life, but as he continued thinking, he began to feel dissatisfaction and even disgust.
He couldn’t continue like this; at the very least, he should be the one directing others! Why should those despicable things stand above him?!
If it doesn’t work?
Hmph, if it doesn’t work, then who cares if the entire territory is set on fire?
Thinking about it inexplicably generated a kind of pleasure, and the thought of the territory engulfed in flas made him extrely happy.
Destruction, yes, seize any chance to destroy it all!
He didn’t care about the territory; such an unfair place should have been destroyed long ago!
As that breeze drifted by, hundreds to thousands of residents were silently tainted.
At the sa ti, their minds began to rise with evil thoughts—destruction, slaughter, arson, robbery, violence... Almost all malevolent ideas erged at this mont.
Eager to erupt.
Lear’s gaze grew cold as he watched all this.
He could distinctly feel that after that strand of energy swept by, the residents’ faith silently began to deteriorate and even decline... like pure water being contaminated!
If no one noticed, once the contaminate burst, it would bring terrible losses to the territory.
He slowly turned his gaze toward the direction from which the wind had co.
Such clever ans, he hadn’t expected the other side to borrow the power of the wind to leave evil forces of profanity.
Without the intelligence prompt, it might not have been discovered in ti.
But having exposed themselves, thinking they could still remain hidden?
In a flash, he vanished from where he stood.
Outside the Mire Swamp, ten kiloters to the northwest.
The Desecration Zealots hid within a Dinsion Space, these abyssal beings possessing a Single Horn atop their heads, bodies naked, with evil inscriptions carved into them, emitting an aura of corruption.
At the forefront, a creature held a stone exuding dark aura, pitch-black like ink, swallowing all surrounding light like a black hole.
The stone was currently emitting weak strands of evil energy, silently fusing into the wind, drifting toward the swamp.
His gaze was filled with fanaticism.
"Boil over, power of desecration."
"Drag everything into darkness and destruction."
"My Master gazes upon you from the abyss..."
He revelled in the sensation of plunging the entire territory into corruption and descent into the abyss.
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