Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

The extraordinary bald head reflected light, like a small light bulb, quite eye-catching.

Upon reaching the edge of the city wall, Tulos flapped his wings to approach Lear.

He placed his right hand on his chest and bowed with utmost humility, his tone respectful.

"Sovereign, I have brought all fifteen thousand Blood Race warriors of the Stevens Clan... Please, command us!"

Fifteen thousand?

Lear instinctively glanced at the Vampire army behind him, his perception sweeping through, his expression becoming rather pleased.

The aura of these dark beings was mostly at levels 13 and 14, definitely not weaklings.

They could even be sent out to conduct a medium-to-small-scale battle.

"Well done, Tulos!"

"It’s my honor..."

Just as Lear was about to wave his hand to allow the Vampire army to enter the city, he suddenly thought of something— Weilu City consisted of ordinary residents, and placing a group of Vampires among them might inevitably have an impact.

These evil beings were not to be trifled with, and he did not intend to forcefully enslave them.

After some thought, his gaze turned to the empty ground behind the city wall.

With a slight mental command,

A network of Starry Sky Vine rapidly surged from the ground, rooting and sprouting at an exaggerated speed, weaving together.

In just a few minutes, they formed an elliptical vine archway 20 meters high and over 50 meters long.

The next moment, crack~

The space within the archway shattered open.

A blood-red light reflected in his eyes, and a strong scent of blood wafted out.

The Land of Crimson Rot, entrance to the Divine Kingdom.

Lear nodded in satisfaction, looking at Tulos.

"In the future, the Stevens Blood Race will reside at the entrance to the Swamp Divine Kingdom and guard the Divine Kingdom for me!"

The Land of Crimson Rot was undoubtedly the most suitable place for Vampires.

Not only were they separated from ordinary residents, but this land was rich with abundant blood and flesh energy.

Always available for the Vampires to consume.

"Yes, my Lord!"

Tulos, sensing the heavy scent of blood, was also quite excited.

Guarding the entrance to the Divine Kingdom, what an honor!

But in an instant, as if remembering something, his gaze turned cold and severe.

That damn fly is still around?!

Hmph!

One day, he will have his revenge!

After backing off, he flapped his wings and returned to the army formation.

In a moment, a series of piercing cries echoed.

This army of over ten thousand Vampires crossed the city wall, passed through the archway, and entered the Land of Crimson Rot.

At the same time, with a slight mental command, Lear caused the Land of Crimson Rot to bubble with blood and flesh.

Then the ground began to rise gradually, producing buildings formed of condensed blood and flesh.

Each building stood over a hundred stories high, like a hive, with densely packed rooms.

The dark red buildings were filled with the scent of blood, and inside the blood and flesh energy was thick...

The Vampire army was overjoyed upon seeing this; it was like paradise!

Under the command of the Stevens Clan’s upper echelon, they began to enter the rooms in an orderly fashion.

Fifteen thousand people were settled in an instant.

However, in doing so, the area of the Land of Crimson Rot was unavoidably reduced.

The original function of the Divine Kingdom’s entrance was greatly compressed.

Lear thought for a moment and directly moved to inject the Divine Power into it.

Nourishing the Land of Crimson Rot with the most primal force.

Crack~

After receiving the energy injection, the edges of the Land of Crimson Rot began to extend continually.

From a diameter of less than a kilometer, it expanded to 5,000 meters, a full 5 kilometers!

Occupying a considerable expanse of land.

So, the Vampires’ dwelling place no longer seemed crowded.

Additionally, any dark race enslaved in the future could also be placed on this land.

The Master of Blood Flies, hearing the commotion outside, flapped his wings and flew into the air.

Watching the expansion of the territory, he was overjoyed.

"Praise the Sovereign!"

After the shout, he noticed the buildings hosting the Vampires, his eyes shining.

"So many Vampires?"

"Immediately flap your wings and get closer..."

Lear ignored the demigod, finished everything, and called upon the vengeful Tulos.

"We have discovered an obsidian ore vein, and next we will arrange manpower to mine it."

"You will lead five thousand of the Blood Race to guard it and protect the vein’s safety."

With an extraordinary presence overseeing things, barring any extreme circumstances, we can handle it.

Although the current situation is unpredictable and the Divine Spirits have begun to intervene frequently, the rules of the Main Plane have not collapsed, and the Divine Spirits still can’t set foot there.

The extraordinary remains the top-tier power.

"Your will is above all else!"

Tulos immediately entered into state mode. Compared to dispatching that disgusting fly, the Sovereign’s task was ten thousand times more important.

Lear finished giving instructions and looked at Kalanis.

After a moment’s contemplation, he said solemnly.

"The Blood Race is more suited for believing in the Tyrant... Kalanis, I will have someone enter to preach to make these dark beings become your followers."

Kalanis’s potential is terrifyingly high, and he very much wants to see the birth of a complete Divine Spirit.

Followers are one of the confidences of the Divine Spirit, and the greatest enemy now—the Tyrant Monarch—has not yet fallen.

With a little more strength, Kalanis’s odds against the Tyrant Monarch would be significantly increased.

Kalanis paused for a moment; her eyes softened instantly, filled entirely with Lear’s reflection.

Taking a deep breath, she gently placed her hand on her chest and bowed.

"Master, I will not let you down!"

The Master still considers her...

After straightening up, her gaze turned incredibly determined.

Master, believe me, your warrior will not disappoint you!

Your grace has already been etched into my soul and bloodline.

I will become your sharpest war saber, cutting down any enemy blocking the path ahead or... Divine Spirit!

Lear felt the change in Kalanis’s emotions, and his gaze softened.

Currently, the Swamp Pantheon has three Subordinate Gods... the Spider God, who is condensing the remnants of its soul, with thousands of Spider Boggarts as followers.

The Ancient Goblin God, possessing faith from the entire Goblin race.

Only Kalanis lacks a fixed group of followers; her previous followers were developed within the Faceless Hermitage, including any races, leading to some chaos.

In the future, if it’s possible for her to control two more Authorities—Blood and Vampire—it wouldn’t be bad.

The Vampire race, although having a considerable potential, has never given birth to a Divine Spirit.

With Tulos exerting pressure and the swamp boggart’s strong preaching, it will not take long to change their faith.

Moreover, as long as a Subordinate God gains faith, he, as the Main God of the Swamp Pantheon, can also gain a portion of the Power of Faith.

And this sharing does not decrease the Power of Faith gained by the Subordinate God, but is additional.

Once arrangements are made, the easily completed intelligence has all been accomplished; the rest will take a few more days...

At this moment, a Great Demon quickly flapped its wings and landed in front of Lear.

Before it could stand still, it spoke urgently.

"Sovereign, in the southeast direction, a large number of creatures are pouring from the spatial rift and gathering towards the swamp... they all emit the aura of the Master of Dark Crows!"

Lear’s gaze tightened.

He instinctively glanced at the 4 Stars intelligence refreshed on May 1st—

The army of the Master of Dark Crows has already gathered in the southeast of Mire Swamp, numbering over 300,000.

Influenced by the power of the Master of Dark Crows, this army can ignore the negative effects of the swamp environment, and its leader possesses some of the Master of Dark Crows’ power, able to resist the suppression of the Authority of the Swamp.

The intelligence didn’t specify the exact location of the army’s appearance of the Master of Dark Crow’s army, so he had been keeping an eye on this direction.

Unexpectedly, it emerged from a Dimension Plane.

Its ferocity lies in—being able to resist the Authority of the Swamp!

This made Lear’s home-field advantage disappear completely.

Kalanis, with the Ancient God Bloodline coursing through her veins, possesses a great counter effect on the Master of Dark Crows.

This is also why he cultivates Kalanis and other Subordinate Gods.

Unexpected incidents will always occur, and having more cards up one’s sleeve can provide handling means even if surprises emerge.

If he faced this situation alone, the scenario would be very awkward, and even solving this problem would likely come at an unbearable cost.

"Kalanis... the army of the Master of Dark Crows has already appeared."

"Their leader can withstand the swamp’s suppression... and your power has an immensely strong counter effect on the strength of the Master of Dark Crows."

"Next, the opposing army will inevitably invade the swamp, and your goal is to hunt down their leader, severing the claws of the Master of Dark Crows..."

Kalanis’s gaze sharpened; her eyes were filled with a surge of battle intent.

"No one can cross my war saber!"

Nor can anyone harm you before I fall!

If they were coming for her, it would be nothing, but... wanting to harm the Master, is intolerable!

She hurriedly returned to the swamp precisely for this matter!

In her heart, she had long remembered the name of the Master of Dark Crows, and she would eventually sever the head of this impious Evil God who dared to desecrate the Master!