Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 294: Chapter 144: Your God Is Dead

The Spider Goddess is not renowned in the Main Plane; rarely heard, and her whereabouts unknown.

The Spider God, however, is quite commonly mentioned, often heard from the mouths of the Spider Race.

Rose needs no introduction, appearing in nearly all myths involving catastrophes, conspiracies, and destruction.

Encompassing the very essence of evil and darkness.

No one expected Spider Queen Rose to kill the Spider God… but it aligns with her image.

As for the elusive Spider Goddess, she likely fell at her hands long ago.

In the future, the Spider Race may only have one god to worship—the pure Abyssal Evil God, Spider Queen Rose.

However, this revelation leaves uncertainty about whether the priest can accept it… How can he simply say, your god is dead?

With added contemplation, following the Spider Priest, they approached the ten towering trees and entered the area covered by webs.

In just an instant upon reaching the largest tree, Lear’s view expanded.

A rocky fortress shrouded in thick webs appeared before him.

Rising over 50 meters, solid and grand.

The wide gate parted on both sides, with spider reliefs etched vibrant on the stone doors, seemingly ready to come to life.

Following the Spider Priest, with curiosity, they passed through the gate into the fortress.

A colossal spider sculpture hangs from the ceiling.

Occupying one-third of the entire fortress’s area.

Its enormous form delivers a gripping visual impact.

The first sight upon entering was the spider sculpture’s head gazing at them.

Lear’s eyelid twitched slightly, calming his emotions before surveying his surroundings.

The fortress had no windows, its walls pitch black, devoid of even a hint of light.

It felt like a burial chamber underground, providing a distinctly unusual sensation.

Lear found this wonderfully peculiar, indeed the architecture of other races boasted singular charm.

At that moment, the Spider Priest seemed to recall something, his expression somber, inviting Lear to the fortress center.

A tall wooden chair stood in the clearing, surrounded by emptiness, with the entire interior void of furniture or decoration.

Only a single chair.

Rendering a somewhat strange feeling.

The Spider Priest awkwardly explained.

“Your Majesty, this was hastily crafted, please pardon us… I rarely need them in my daily routine.”

Lear nodded and did not sit down, resting one hand on the chair’s back, gazing curiously at this Level 14 priest.

Upon entering the fortress, other Spider Banshees had already left, leaving the vast space to their group alone with the priest.

“Lord Fei’Er, is there anything else?”

His demeanor clearly suggests this isn’t simple.

Feeling Lear’s scrutinizing gaze, the Spider Priest took a deep breath and spoke heavily.

“Your Majesty, I can’t hide it, there is something I wish to solicit your help with…”

“Speak.”

“It’s… Last month during divination, I found our god had stopped responding.”

“I can no longer sense the divine aura…”

“Your Majesty, you possess miraculous strength, can you tell me… if our god still… exists…”

The Spider Priest’s voice grew fainter, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

To doubt the existence of a god is inherently sacrilegious.

Yet his divination was no longer tapped into divine power… It was not always thus.

The Great Spider God would eliminate adverse effects of divination with its power.

Such was the grand deity’s blessing to its most devout believers.

Now, his divinations consumed immense Power of Life.

Still, his devotion remained unshaken!

His repeated divinations yielded dire results.

He could not help but consider the worst possible outcome.

The Spider God had encountered disaster!

As a Divination Master, he would not merely fall silent due to the deity’s plight, blindly resorting only to prayer.

If he could aid his deity in its crisis, he would stop at nothing, even at the cost of his life!

Now, given the opportunity to question this paramount being from the swamp, he couldn’t let it slip by.

Lear’s gaze showed mild surprise.

Not expecting the question about the Spider God to arise so soon after information had been obtained.

Was it coincidence, or… Did this arise from the opponent’s divination result?

His Hero Skills have something remarkable indeed.

But, unfortunately, using up one’s life force is too costly.

Judging by his appearance, he can only use it a few more times…

After pondering briefly, Lear spoke slowly.

“Lord Fei’Er, not long ago, the Spider God lost the battle against Spider Queen Rose.”

“The Spider Queen seized the authority and killed the Spider God.”

“At present, it only drifts in the void as a single remnant soul…”

The Spider Priest shuddered, turning exceptionally pale.

His eyes lost their gleam, his mouth moved several times but failed to make a sound.

He appeared petrified.

His face reflected terror and disbelief, so vividly.

After much time, he spoke hoarsely.

“Your Majesty… Thank you for informing us…”

“I have prepared a thick gift for you; we will bring it to you shortly…”

The Spider Priest moved like a soulless puppet, wearing a blank expression, losing his previous spirit.

At that moment, he seemed to age twenty years, weary and feeble.

Preparing to turn away…

Lear’s eyes focused slightly, speaking softly.

“Lord Fei’Er, would you consider reviving the Spider God?”

“Re… revive?”

His eyes regained some luster, albeit uncertain.

“Is it really possible?”

The revival of a divine spirit from death, visible only in myths, realistically… How many fallen gods have reappeared?

Besides, it was the terrifying Spider Queen Rose who slew the Spider God!

That presence holding authority over conspiracies, how could she allow the Spider God the possibility of revival?!

“Naturally possible, although the Spider God has perished, its remnant soul hasn’t been destroyed.”

“If you can conduct rites day and night, you may recall the remnant soul…”

“Yet even if that soul reawakens, it will not be the former Spider God, but a new life.”

Observing a divine remnant soul’s revival, such opportunity is rare.

Typically, finding a fragmentary, non-sentient divine remnant soul remains elusive.

Even if by chance one is discovered, by and large, they possess complete consciousness like the Half-Fishman God.

Once revived, predicting what unfolds is difficult.

Gods represent ultimate life balance authority, even a remnant soul can’t be underestimated.

A new life?

The Spider Priest whispered the phrase, then his eyes brightened again.

His gaze became resolute.

“Our god guides us through despair, lighting the path forward.”

“The Night Shadow Clan shall never forsake our god when most in need!”

“We’ll engage in renewed ritual, to bring back our god’s soul, allowing divine rebirth!”

With those words, vitality surged within him, fighting spirit reigniting.

Lear’s eyes hinted at profound depth.

“Good, I admire those who remember their roots… I shall aid you regularly.”

“The Spider God shall undoubtedly gain rebirth.”

He was curious about the remnant soul’s revival process.

The revival of a deceased entity from fragmented souls inherently carries a legendary mystique.

Sensing sincerity in Lear’s tone, the Spider Priest’s gaze softened.

In his perspective, before him stood a wondrous existence with unfathomable might.

A power measuring alongside the Spider God.

Moreover, information about the Spider God’s remnant soul came from him.

If Lear intended action, he’d be powerless to stop, lacking the means to do so.

The six terrifying Great Demons behind him could shred their tribe.

And yet, Lear remained so genuine; this spoke volumes already.

Beyond that… his exhaustive life force spending in divination hasn’t foretold changes in the swamp’s benevolence.

He placed his right hand on his chest, lowering his head deeply.

“Your Majesty, the Night Shadow Clan appreciates your mercy… Our domain contains various reserves; should you need, you may take them.”

“Such is our testament to friendship.”