The future is unstable.
After a long while, he snapped back to reality and took a deep breath.
He thought for a mont, opened the Intelligence System, and looked at the intelligence refreshed on May 20th—
On June 2nd, the Molten Giant Dragon will appear in the area 300 kiloters to the southeast.
It has 12 lungs and can continuously exhale low-temperature Dragon Breath, which can be used as a furnace for the Blacksmith Shop.
This 4-star intelligence was quite interesting, and he had been waiting for ten days.
Molten Giant Dragon, at least Level Extraordinary... he cannot descend right now, so he can only send his subordinates to hunt it.
Currently, the Extraordinary under his control include Betina, Tulos, and Kalanis, along with the Demigod Lord of Blood Flies guarding the entrance to the Divine Kingdom.
Plus, the Divine Life - Flesh Butcher, who has been quietly developing in the Undead Plane.
Kalanis is still in Lorand City, so there’s no need to summon her back for such a trivial matter.
Tulos is in the Crown Tribe, Betina and the Flesh Butcher are both in the Undead Plane. These three Extraordinary can be summoned back imdiately.
The Lord of Blood Flies can be released by opening the Divine Kingdom, but it can only exist outside for half an hour, which is quite a limitation.
As he pondered, his gaze naturally turned towards the passage to the Undead Plane.
He hadn’t been inside for a few months, and he wondered how the Flesh Butcher was developing there?
With a slight thought, his figure flashed, and his vine-like body disappeared from the original spot, appearing in front of the passage to the Undead Plane.
Although he couldn’t control too much of the Swamp’s power, teleporting himself didn’t take much effort.
Once his figure steadied, he stepped into the Undead Plane.
City of Death.
The mont Lear ca out of the hall, he imdiately felt sothing different.
Turning his head, he saw that the once empty city was now crowded with undead.
Everywhere he looked, there were bones scattered about...
And looking at the walls in the distance, he could see defense machines made of bones standing tall.
The severity of it was even greater than that of Weilu City or Katana.
On the city walls, undead warriors clad in pure black armor, holding sharp steel sabers, stood proudly.
The guards numbered in the tens of thousands!
anwhile, in the sky, a massive black dragon exuding an endless aura of death swooped down suddenly, making countless skeletons tremble.
Then it flew back into the sky, freely showcasing its dragon body.
Looking intently, its wingspan exceeded 30 ters, with black scales reflecting a unique shine, filled with a sense of hardness.
The Dragon’s Might it emitted was as turbulent as a landslide or tsunami, pressing heavily on the soul.
Wherever it passed, the void kept twisting, and the light beca blurred.
Dragon of Death!
As Lear stared at the giant dragon, he suddenly noticed a pure black Black Sun hanging high in the sky above its head.
The aura it emitted was chilling even to him.
It seed to be composed of countless corpses, skeletons, and flesh, cold and eerie.
All surrounding light was swallowed up by it.
Compared to that Black Sun, the giant dragon with a wingspan of over 30 ters seed like a tiny tadpole, insignificant and unnoticeable.
He could clearly sense how terrifying the necromantic energy contained within this Black Sun was.
It was like a Divine Spirit in gestation.
This was still the City of Death?
A series of question marks popped up in Lear’s mind.
He had only been away for a few months; what on earth had the Flesh Butcher, Two-headed Giant Chief, and Shadow of the Mist been up to?!
——
anwhile, in Lorand City.
After receiving Lear’s intelligence, Kalanis’s eyes beca extrely serious. She then passed the intelligence through the guards at the door.
Before long, Firina’s mysterious, graceful, and elegant figure stepped out.
The eyes of the surrounding guards imdiately turned fervent, filled with a determined intent to follow.
Even if it ant dying for the figure in front of them, they wouldn’t hesitate for a second.
But after taking one glance, they imdiately lowered their heads, as if looking for one more second would desecrate their goddess.
At the first sight of Kalanis, Firina’s eyes turned solemn.
"Kalanis... is what you said true?"
"This is the intelligence just passed to by our lord."
Kalanis’s tone carried an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
Our lord didn’t pass the intelligence directly to her, huh!
Firina had no ti to dwell on these minor emotions, her tone becoming cold.
"If that’s truly the case... then today, we will strike down those filthy tendrils!"
Hearing this, Kalanis’s gaze also turned serious.
"Princess Firina... I will assist you."
She felt a bit eager internally.
From what she sensed, the number of Divine Spirits extending their hands into Lorand City... wasn’t less than ten!
She truly wanted to feel the power of each of those Divine Spirits.
"Very well, let’s act directly then."
With no further words, she slowly raised the code woven from roses in her hand.
In the next mont, a faint floral scent wafted from the code, radiating a gentle light, spreading out like ripples of water.
Within just a few breaths, it covered the entire Lorand City.
At this mont, an indescribable majestic aura erged from Firina.
Majestic, solemn, sacred, noble, untouchable.
The light from the Rose Canon in her hand grew even more subdued.
"Rose Law, Article Twelve, forbids Divine Spirits from entering mortal territory in any form."
"By law, this force must be eradicated."
A soft yet solemn voice rang in the ears of every resident of Lorand City.
In the minds of over ten million residents, the image of Firina holding the Rose Canon appeared.
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