"You will beco the first Vampire God!"
Tulos trembled, feeling a rush of blood to his heart, his face flushed with excitent.
"My Lord, this is my supre honor!!"
Lear nodded.
"Go now, organize your people... Ascension is a long process, not that simple."
"Yes!!"
Tulos left with the energy of soone on a high, loudly commanding the returning, sowhat chaotic, swamp troops.
Lear watched the vanishing figure, his gaze profound.
Raising a Divine Spirit directly is certainly not simple, and he doesn’t have that many resources on hand.
But the problem is... He did not beco a divine spirit through the normal thod, and the few gods around him mostly didn’t either.
He hasn’t experienced the orthodox path to ascension.
But he has a feeling that witnessing and experiencing this process once would be greatly rewarding.
However, nurturing a Divine Spirit requires ti and resources, undoubtedly astronomical; it’s not simple.
He’s prepared psychologically.
For now, he needs to carry out the preliminary work and invest when resources are available... After all, the vampire won’t run away.
Shaking his head, he put these thoughts aside and turned his attention back to the Half-Elf Griffin Knights.
It took a full 4 hours for him to go through all ten thousand Half-Elves, leaving a mark on their souls.
On the other side, the Vine Fairy was frantically constructing, turning Katana into a paradise of vines.
Countless vine buildings rose.
These vine constructions are the best spiritual plants... Green Grass Granny, who returned from the Newborn Plane with activated Ancient Trees, hurried again to the Original Plane to work.
Giving a Spiritual Point to Starry Sky Vine was much easier than ancient trees and consud less energy.
With 9 Green Grass Grannies fully functioning, they could give Spiritual Points to over a thousand buildings in an hour.
The Half-Elf leader imdiately followed with the promotion of the Half-Elf Griffin Knights.
The operation was quite simple, Spiritual Power surged out, anchoring the Half-Elf and its Griffin mount to spiritual buildings.
Then, chanting an ancient secret spell, in no ti, a faint green light would appear on the Half-Elves and Griffins, resonating with the vine buildings.
When the lights finally rged, they fell into slumber and transformation.
It was estimated that they would awaken in three days, at which ti Level 15 flying soldiers would be born.
This created an assembly line: Green Grass Granny gave Spiritual Points, and the Half-Elf leader promoted the Half-Elves.
The speed was fast, and everyone was efficient.
Later, when Katana’s buildings were not enough, they all returned to Weilu City to start binding the buildings in the Underground City...
Fortunately, during this period, there was a boom in construction, with various buildings sprouting up like mushrooms after rain, supporting the needs of the Half-Elves.
It also showed the increasingly profound foundation of the territory.
By the 16th, all Half-Elves had entered slumber, beginning their transformation.
However, this also brought so consequences—the work of gathering villagers ground to a halt.
Previously, the Half-Elf Griffin Knights were the main force; the winding, rugged mountain paths were too inefficient on foot, taking several days to reach the edges, delaying many matters.
Flying soldiers could tour the Long Thorn Mountain Range several tis a day.
But sharpening the axe does not hinder the cutting of firewood; the situation had temporarily stabilized, and a few days’ delay was insignificant compared to the gains.
Notably, because most of the villagers from the surrounding areas of Katana had already moved here, the population of this new city had already exceeded 100,000!
Lear, embodied in the Dark Night Hunter, stood on the city wall surveying all around, seeing only busy residents.
Like ants moving house, the place was teeming with people.
Watching the busy residents, he felt the faith emanating from them, converging like a sea of mountains.
Just a little concentration would allow him to hear the voices of nurous believers praying.
Fortunately, he delegated the task of responding to believers’ prayers to his fanatics; otherwise, simply listening to these prayers would drive a person mad.
The voices were too nurous and mixed to comprehend.
No wonder other sects’ believers rarely received responses from deities, and a single long-awaited reply would be sung over for years.
But the Swamp Sect was different; believers’ prayers would certainly receive a response.
He had established an entire custor service center...
After calming himself, Lear headed straight to the core area of Katana... the Swamp Temple.
The temple, with outer walls wrapped in clusters of cyan moss, had beco a sacred place in the hearts of all Swamp Sect believers, not to be desecrated.
Because Wetland Angels hovered over the Swamp Temple.
No need for much description; just seeing the Wetland Angels told all.
They were the servants of the great Master of Marshes!
The gods were watching over this city!
As Lear approached, the guards, the Cold-blooded Cavalry, saluted in unison.
Even when embodied in the Dark Night Hunter, the connection in his soul remained long intact, not weakening.
Taking a deep breath, Lear opened the Attribute Panel and glanced at the faith section.
Following the invasion of the Tyrant Monarch, he recruited 5 Wetland Angels, raising the number of ultimate soldiers to 6, nearly exhausting the Power of Faith.
At this mont, after accumulating for half a month, the faith had surged to a staggering 4 million!
And it hadn’t even been ten days!
Every day, over 400,000 Power of Faith was garnered... definitely extraordinary!
But it wasn’t surprising considering most of his followers were ancient humans.
The quality was too high!
Moreover, in this star map, devout believers and fanatics occupied a large proportion—the more devout the faith, the more abundant the Power of Faith provided.
Additionally, the drama evangelism network built with Abyssal Dark Stone a few days ago had been activated, further deepening believers’ faith rapidly.
This is why he confidently promised the Goddess of Misfortune that within a month, the Long Thorn Mountain Range would be impregnable, untouchable!
With so many believers supporting... what enemy invasion should he fear!
Without hesitation, Lear opened the Attribute Panel of the Swamp Temple... selecting—recruit Wetland Angels.
The 4 million Power of Faith, leaving only tens of thousands as a spare, was entirely consud!
Vast energy surged into the Swamp Temple before him, and the next mont, the cyan moss atop the temple began rapidly growing, forming a three-ter-tall humanoid.
Its moss-ford wings folded chestward, with a posture akin to humble prayer.
Around it, a massive amount of Magic Power poured in at the sa ti.
Upon reaching a certain threshold, whoosh~ the moss wings abruptly spread open.
The swelling Magic Power around beca fierce and wild, the whole of Katana felt that extraordinary, vast aura.
Its right hand extended, moss growing swiftly on it, forming a battle saber over three ters long with a pronounced curve in hardly any ti.
A powerful leap, its body surged skyward like an arrow, wings spread, battle saber in hand.
Dominating all directions.
This was repeated 40 tis!
When the surrounding Magic Power cald, many villagers newly arrived in Katana stood in awe, gazing dazedly skyward as if witnessing a myth.
At that mont, 46 Wetland Angels floated in midair, their aura making the villagers’ legs weak.
It was an aura that penetrated the soul and invaded the bloodline, utterly irresistible!
Too strong, too terrifying!!
When they regained their senses, their eyes were filled with fervor.
Despite hearing about Katana’s greatness, seeing was believing, reassuring them.
And these ultimate creatures needed no boasting, their existence surpassed all else.
Even new residents not much exposed to evangelism witnessed their faith rapidly soaring, unstoppable.
Lear gazed at the Wetland Angels in the sky, exhaling a significant sigh of relief internally.
The prior tension and pressure waned considerably with these ultimate soldiers.
At least, Katana would never fall!
Thus, in this developnt campaign of the Original Plane, he achieved guaranteed success!
Even if no further expansion occurred, rely assimilating the Long Thorn Mountain Range would yield bountiful profits.
What remained, he could earn as much as possible, with no loss if nothing gained.
This mindset change clarified his thoughts; whatever changes occured in the Original Plane henceforth, he could handle with ease.
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