The transformative power stemming from that final step was felt most deeply by the resident followers.
The other end of the faith connection had transford from a small fla into a blazing sun.
The impact it brought was unparalleled.
Lear’s gaze was subtle as he watched the fervently praying followers in the square.
The aftereffects of this event would likely persist for a long ti.
While pondering, he summoned Isa.
Soon, the leader of the Dark Night Elves arrived with long strides, and upon seeing him, her gaze beca even more fervent than that of the followers.
She knelt on one knee, the proud elf bowing with the most humble and devout posture.
"Welco, great and immortal Sovereign, the eternal light of the swamp!"
Lear nodded slowly.
"Rise, there is no need for such formality."
"Guard Katana well, your deeds will not be forgotten."
Isa bowed her head even lower.
"I do not dare to claim credit. Serving you is our highest honor!"
Lear smiled but didn’t say more.
Although this leader of the Dark Night Elves joined the territory a bit later, her performance in several major battles was quite admirable.
Once the matters in the Original Plane are settled, he could consider raising her level.
Now that he possessed the power to directly enhance his subordinates, albeit at a significant cost.
But she was worth it.
While contemplating, he glanced again at the dense crowd praying in front, exhaling deeply.
Not lingering, he turned and walked towards the Swamp Temple.
Stepping past the Cold-blooded Cavalry guards, he entered the temple.
At this mont, the crude god statue, whose figure was unclear, underwent a wondrous transformation, with layers of moss constructing a vague human face contour.
Upon closer inspection, one could see a semblance of Lear’s divine aura.
Lear chuckled.
He cald his mind, imrsing his spirit into the vast Power of Faith within his mind, directly channeling this energy towards the statue...
The next mont, the moss on the temple’s exterior began to rapidly grow, forming into a moss angel with folded wings and hands clasped in prayer before its chest...
Whoosh~
Upon forming, the wings suddenly spread open, carrying a powerful aura like a storm, soaring straight into the sky.
The praying residents below were imdiately awakened by this scene, a chorus of exclamations rising.
Eyes were filled with fervor.
The great Sovereign was summoning his servants to guard the Holy City!
The villagers who had not yet beco followers and were forcibly relocated also felt deeply affected upon witnessing this scene.
Summoning angels, this was a scene only found in mythological legends!
A great deity was performing a miracle!
With their minds awestruck, many people directly beca shallow followers...
Following that, under the watchful eyes of over two hundred thousand people, one Wetland Angel after another was born from the temple above.
In the sky above, the original 46 Wetland Angels rapidly increased, eventually soaring to 100!
An entire squadron!
These ultimate beings emanating a terrifying aura hovered above the Swamp Temple, their moss-woven wings flapping slowly, each motion so powerful and vigorous.
The airflow could be felt rushing from a thousand ters away.
No words were needed; rely looking upon them conveyed an extre sense of oppression.
No one could imagine the destruction such beings could wreak if they took action!
At this mont, the entire population of Katana watched the scene, the impact on their hearts akin to a deep-sea bomb explosion.
Many people’s faces flushed with excitent, already envisioning telling their grandchildren about this myth-like experience in their old age.
They had witnessed divine spirits personally summoning angels!
The faith of the followers deepened, and non-followers gradually beca new shallow followers... In Katana, the population of 270,000 now had 230,000 followers in no ti.
These are Ancient Humans, possessing ten tis the Power of Faith compared to ordinary humans outside!
After Lear halted his actions, he felt an even more imnse surge of the Power of Faith, his mood becoming extrely delightful.
Looking at the panel, there were still 1.5 million of the Power of Faith left, so he refrained from using more, saving so for ergencies.
With Weilu City’s army guarding Katana, plus an entire squadron of Wetland Angels, there was virtually no need to worry about safety.
Moreover, after occupying ten temples, the Wetland Angels’ range of activities increased from 1000 ters to 2000 ters.
Though still constrained by the temple, the strategic value had greatly increased.
They could at least enter the city to fight, no longer restricted to the small area of the temple.
This greatly enhanced the territory’s security.
After the recruitnt was completed, Lear did not linger long in Katana, calling upon the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King once again. He mounted the majestic steed and left the territory directly.
There were still two temples ahead that had yet to be claid.
Just a mont ago, the process was interrupted.
Riding on the swiftly galloping Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King, he reached the destination in no ti.
Dismounting, the Royal Griffin Knights guarding the temple’s safety imdiately saluted him with a hand over their chests.
Lear said little, waving them away to leave first.
Once the area was cleared, he directly mobilized the energy within himself, conjuring a black-red Flower of Misfortune in the void.
The next mont.
The void ahead blurred, an elegantly dangerous indistinct figure erging and halting directly in front of Lear.
The indistinct figure revealed no features, only a pair of deep eyes visible beneath the mist.
"Sir Lear... I didn’t expect you to take the final step so swiftly."
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