These are the foundations to confront future upheavals!
Upon leaving the blacksmith shop, Lear pondered for a mont, then imdiately summoned Betina.
As soon as the short-haired Barbarian Chieftain with her wild aura arrived, he spoke at once.
"There is a solitary peak 240 kiloters northwest that stands 200 ters tall. Take the Swamp Boggart and proceed there... at a depth of 100 ters below ground, over 5,000 subterranean cavern dwellers reside."
"The new Bubble Beast has already hatched, and now the territory has ample transport. Take three squads and bring all the people back."
Betina’s eyes lit up.
Five thousand subterranean cavern dwellers?
That’s not a small number. Thinking of the latest City Council order, a complex expression crossed her face.
Taking a deep breath, she said in a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, will the rules of the Main Plane truly collapse in the near future? Will those Gods descend?"
Lear t her gaze, pondered for a mont, and then said slowly.
"That is the worst-case scenario... but no one can rule out the possibility of it happening."
Betina couldn’t help but ask.
"Then, can I also seek to ascend to a higher level...?"
Even the Extraordinary Vampire Tulos received Sovereign’s promise, so why couldn’t she also beco a Divine Spirit?!
Thinking of Kalanis, with that oppressive aura, her heart surged with strong determination.
Just a few days ago, the gap between them was not so large. Now, she felt a chasm lying between them.
Having been strong and proud all her life, how could she tolerate others leaving her behind!
She was an ancient lifeform that had survived from tis immorial. Even the fiercest Divine Wars couldn’t kill her. In her second life, why couldn’t she ascend to a higher level?!
Lear sensed her intense emotions and said with deep aning.
"Of course, you can... but your path won’t be the sa as Tulos’s. It’s a path you must walk yourself."
"However, should you need any help during this process, I will fully support you!"
Betina had been waiting for these words.
"Master, believe , the Barbarians will surely give birth to their own Divine Spirit!"
The Blood Race has no Divine Spirit, so when did Barbarians ever have one?
Without the protection of a Race God, the wandering Barbarians couldn’t develop; even the basic task of city-building was an ongoing struggle.
"I look forward to that day!"
Betina nodded heavily, then without hesitation, she imdiately set off with an army, along with the Swamp Boggart and Bubble Beast, leaving the Swamp.
Lear watched their departing figures with a sense of hopeful anticipation.
Hopefully, this Barbarian can bring him sothing different.
A Barbarian God?
That would indeed be interesting.
Refocusing his thoughts, he turned his attention back to the current objective.
Once these subterranean cavern dwellers arrive, they can be imdiately put to work mining.
In previous discoveries near the Mire Swamp, several veins had been found, but none were large, and without manpower to mine them, they were largely ignored.
Now that the cavern dwellers are coming, they can all be put into use.
Additionally, there’s the Long Thorn Mountain Range. This area clearly contains nurous veins, and once a mine is found, operations can start imdiately.
Ore is the basis of weapon production, all this preparation is aid at the upcoming war.
As long as the reserves are sufficient, he has the confidence to handle any changes.
Thinking along these lines, he opened the intelligence report for another look.
At this mont, the other intelligence reports had been completed. Presently, there were two valuable ones left: one involved the Molten Giant Dragon appearing next month.
The other ntioned that on the 23rd, just the day after tomorrow, there will be a Dinsion Plane appearing 120 km southeast from the Mire Swamp.
It contains a large number of 3 Stars Magic Plants — Green Star Fruits that greatly enhance strength when consud.
Magic Plants that enhance base attributes are incredibly useful.
Contemplating this, Lear called upon Tulos.
Looking at this bald extraordinary being, he found it amusing. After spending much ti together, the fierce-looking appearance had beco sowhat comical to him.
He inford Tulos about the intelligence on Green Star Fruits and then said.
"You go there first. Once the Dinsion Plane appears, imdiately send soone in to investigate, determine the enemies’ strength, and report back at once."
3-star intelligence holds significant value, but sending an extraordinary being should ensure the entrance remains secure.
"As you wish!"
Tulos was about to leave, but Lear stopped him with a wave.
After sizing him up, Lear spoke softly.
"Have you felt any changes these days?"
The plan to cultivate a Divine Spirit was already in motion, and Tulos had officially beco the Swamp Pantheon’s subordinate god in the propaganda.
The Swamp Boggart had even started staging plays about him, and the church erected his statue.
The original vampires had begun accepting the Swamp Boggart’s teachings, gradually altering their perceptions that their Grand Duke and extraordinary vampire Tulos was on the verge of becoming a god!
As their first batch of believers, they would receive eternal blessings.
But this was just the beginning; the vampires’ views still needed ti to change.
Tulos bitterly smiled and said.
"Your Majesty, I have not sensed anything..."
An extraordinary being still has a long way to go to beco a god. Despite the teachings in his na, it’s hard to perceive anything even with believers.
The Power of Faith is of the highest order; without reaching a certain level, it’s challenging to grasp.
Lear nodded, unsurprised.
If it were so easy to beco a god, many geniuses wouldn’t be stuck at demigod or even extraordinary levels forever.
"What you need to do now is try to sense more, especially among the devout believers... attempt to respond to their prayers, converse with them in spirit."
"Another point is, currently the number of believers is still insufficient. When the numbers increase, your perception will change."
"Once you’re able to perceive the prayer of the first believer, it signifies that you’ve officially opened this door."
"It’s the first step to becoming a god!"
Tulos felt overwhelmingly touched.
Your Majesty was essentially spoon-feeding the path to him!
"Your Majesty..."
His voice choked with emotion.
How many gods, when ascending, are fortunate enough to be hand-guided by another god, who even shares so believers with them?
At this mont, Tulos deeply felt the wisdom of his past decision to submit; otherwise, he would have missed out on Your Majesty, this golden opportunity.
Lear waved his hand dismissively.
"There’s no need for words; I’ve provided you maximum support, but whether you succeed depends on you alone."
Once this extraordinary vampire left with feelings of excitent, Lear stretched comfortably.
Having people to handle things was indeed comforting—no need to handle all the trivial matters personally, just issuing orders gets things done.
At this mont, the Guard Officer, King of Naga, hurried over.
"Your Majesty, we’ve captured a group of humans outside the swamp, numbering over a hundred..."
Lear perked up with interest.
The intel about the humans’ arrival was sothing he was already aware of the night before.
But what could he do with just over a hundred humans, so it didn’t catch much of his attention.
Already captured so quickly?
Curious about where these humans ca from...
With curiosity, Lear followed the King of Naga to the square in front of the City Hall.
At this ti, over a hundred humans, whose clothing, although tattered, still hinted at their noble origin, stood trembling in the center, looking fearfully at the cold-blooded cavalry patrolling around them.
Their fierce looks and solid armor, combined with the overwhelming presence, exerted imnse pressure on the captives.
From a distance, Dark Night Hunters silently raised their bows, staring at these outsiders like venomous snakes.
Should any unrest arise, they would be t with ferocious attacks.
Just then, the frightened humans noticed sothing, turning their heads instinctively.
They saw a young man with an extraordinary presence coming towards them with long strides, wearing a blood-red crown and dressed in a black and gold noble robe.
His face was strikingly handso and heroic, as if sculpted by a master artist, morable at first glance.
His eyes were deep and indifferent, bearing the unique aura of soone of high status.
His entire presence exuded an indescribable solemn dignity that made one’s heart tremble, instilling a sense of awe, compelling them to avoid direct eye contact.
As he passed by, all the residents and guards greeted him with raised chests, exuding utmost respect and humility.
Even from afar, the respect and fervor of the surrounding crowd were palpable.
As if... the believers had seen their Divine Spirit.
The crowd beca extrely tense, like defendants awaiting a judge’s sentence.
Then they saw the imposing youth lord walking straight towards them, slowly stopping in front of them.
As his gaze swept over them, they felt a chill envelop their bodies, their legs trembling almost to the point of collapse.
As if a giant dragon were gazing upon them.
Their sneaky glances dropped, filled with terror... who was this fearso lord?
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