Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Lear felt somewhat strange.

Why does it feel like the turmoil in which unruly kings arise?

I wonder how Kalanis is doing right now?

After slightly sensing, he was surprised to discover that the warrior with the immortal will had now advanced to middle divine power, and was even just one step away from upper strong divine power?!

Is this reasonably possible?

He had spent so much time on his intelligence system, and after a mere three-month seclusion, the other party had elevated from medium divine power to middle divine power?

Who's the real cheater here...

What a freak.

He refocused, continuing to look at the third point—

Finally, there's good news; with the fusion of the main plane, he can maneuver authority to bring swamps from other dimension planes, integrating them into Mire Swamp.

As the Swamp God, the most powerful status is within the swamp.

The Mire Swamp currently spans a diameter of three to four hundred kilometers, which is an insurmountable forbidden land of death for ordinary people.

But to divine spirits, it's of little consequence.

If the area of Mire Swamp could be expanded to over a thousand kilometers, even two or three thousand kilometers,

then as long as he stays within the swamp, his power can be elevated without limit!

Being the Main God in home territory, he would be unafraid of anyone!

Excellent news.

His mood restored somewhat, he looked at the fourth point—

The swamp has been targeted by several divine pantheons... After the rules are shattered, on August 15, they will act decisively.

Lear narrowed his eyes slightly.

Interesting, do they really think he's an easy target?

Coming right in to want to squeeze him?

Well, let's see if your wrists are strong enough then.

The final point—6 Stars Intelligence.

Lear immediately became serious.

The Original Plane hides the greatest secret of this upheaval... The more temples occupied, the greater the benefits ultimately received.

Those eyes...

He immediately thought of that power.

Taking a deep breath, his gaze became profound.

Once the main plane's rules are shattered, that existence should appear, right?

Who knows to what extent the situation will develop then?

After promoting to Main God, recalling those eyes still sent shivers down his spine.

The opponent's strength almost exceeded the limits of rules.

Who is the concealed super big boss?

Though unaware of their identity, it's definitely a divine abomination; an ancient god-level existence.

He had a feeling that once they appeared, it would create a huge shock!

After returning to his senses, he reviewed everything overall.

Most of this intelligence serves as warnings; each piece pertains to the future.

It requires earnest attention.

Fortunately, there's still nearly a month before the great turmoil fully erupts, but this is the last opportunity for development.

Within this month, at all costs, strengthen Weilu City!!

Lear gave himself a firm internal command.

With his Main God's power as a foundation, along with hundreds of Godslaying Mechanical Puppets, ten thousand Chaos Angels, Holy Angel Battle Sword, several million troops...

If he disregards all costs, even if the enemy is a Main God, he could annihilate them!

No need to speak of reason; strength is the greatest reason!

His look was incredibly sharp.

In contemplation, Lear landed on the ground, heading to the City Hall.

Bain happened to be hurriedly leaving the City Hall and immediately noticed the radiant Lear, as bright as the sun.

First stunned, then overjoyed, he excitedly approached to pay his respects.

"Your Majesty!!"

Lear's promotion to Main God had illuminated the souls of all his followers.

Everyone could feel their faith had risen to a status stronger than the sun and the vast sky of stars.

Willingly and with utmost devotion clutching their chests in a bow.

Lear waved his hand, motioning for him to rise.

But seeing Bain still unable to straighten up, bowed over, he hesitated.

The other had been a civil servant of Weilu City for two years now, tirelessly dealing with all sorts of daily administration.

Unbeknownst to him, the other's hair had turned completely white, like barren winter branches, piled with snow.

And the snow kept falling heavier, weighing down the branches, until someday they could no longer bear it and would snap.

Lear remained silent for a moment.

Life and death cycle, eternally enduring.

He could clearly sense Bain's soul had withered... it would soon reach life's end.

The other had labored excessively over these past two years, burning himself out.

Taking a deep breath, stepping forward two steps, his right hand extended.

Under Bain's bewildered gaze, he slowly stamped his forehead.

A vigorous stream of life energy continuously flowed into his soul.

The thick snow weighing down the branches was gradually brushed away, revealing the dry hardness beneath.

Wrinkles on his face resembled drought-ridden earth post-rain, fissures smoothed over.

After retracting his palm, the hunched body before him slowly straightened.

His visage transformed from old and frail to that of vigorous middle age, just past fifty.

Bain felt his previously vacant body regain strength, tears welled up in his eyes, his voice slightly choked.

"Your Majesty..."

Lear chuckled lightly.

"As my subordinate, how could you give up work so quickly... My divine kingdom is in great shape, I don't need you to handle it yet."

After speaking, seeing the other's excited demeanor, he waved his hand.

"The difficulties faced by the swamp have only just begun."

"Prepare well, seriously brace for battle."

Bain steadied his chest, hoarsely responding with determination.

"I shall follow your orders, your will is supreme!!"

Lear patted his shoulder, and after Bain's emotions calmed somewhat, he led him back into the City Hall, randomly choosing a seat to settle down.