Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 557: Chapter 242: Establishing the Pantheon, Master of the Swamp Pantheon!

This is a process that requires patience, and it may take three to five months to see results.

He calmed down and was no longer anxious.

Once the direction for cultivation is found, it becomes manageable.

The issue of time, let time resolve it.

He had plenty of time.

Taking a deep breath, he immediately set forth on the path of transformation for these thousands of Two-headed Ogres…

A surge of power quietly flowed into the bodies of the Two-headed Ogres.

Instantly, each one felt a subtle change in their bloodline.

This change was minor, but it excited the Two-headed Ogres.

Everyone sensed that this was the power bestowed upon them by the great, eternal Sovereign!!

Immediately, each one began to pray more devoutly…

Lear sensed the surge of the Power of Faith with a satisfied smile and withdrew his gaze, shifting his attention away from the Two-headed Ogres.

He looked towards the Night Shadow Clan, situated cornered and still continuously sacrificing and praying.

These Spider Boggarts had established their territory within the Divine Kingdom, working in tandem with the Two-headed Ogres to cultivate fields.

At the same time, they constantly offered prayers and sacrifices to their faith.

Lear did not descend but let his sight penetrate space, looking at the altar surrounded by twelve spider statues in the center.

A ghostly blue flame was dancing slowly atop it.

A vague, colossal spider phantom was quietly suspended in the air at this moment.

A feeling of sacred inviolability arose spontaneously.

Even as a mere soul remnant, a Divine Spirit still evokes tremors in people.

The last time, he had imprinted a mark within its remnant soul, and now he could distinctly sense that the Spider God had become much more solid than before.

However, a long way to go remained for its recovery.

Could it be taken as a Subordinate God, like cultivating the Swamp Divine Race?

Lear’s thoughts turned as he channeled the Divine Power into the remnant soul.

The previously frail soul began to condense rapidly, visibly solidifying.

Soon, he felt the power of the Divine Kingdom coalesce into a unique mark deep within its soul.

Upon contacting this mark, countless complex voices instantly echoed in his mind.

“Great Lord, we beseech You to resurrect and guide us forward!”

“Immortal Spider God, Your most devout followers pray to You…”

“My God…”

Those were the prayers of the Spider Boggarts!

With their prayers, strands of Power of Faith flowed into the remnant soul.

At the same time, Lear sensed some of the Power of Faith the remnant soul gained was channeled into his mind!

As the Main God, he could share the Power of Faith of Subordinate Gods…

Lear felt that faint Power of Faith, his mood turning wonderful.

Hahaha, so that’s how it’s played… he liked it.

However, he voluntarily stopped sharing that faint Power of Faith in an instant.

First, solidify the remnant soul of the Spider God.

When it grows stronger, the benefits will be greater.

Moreover, unlike only Weilu City him and the Ancient Goblin God sealed by the Gods,

The Spider God was the Race God of the Spider Race.

Although part of its Power of Authority was seized by Spider Queen Rose, and there was also another goddess named Dark Maiden within the Spider Race who shared part of the spider’s authority,

As long as it awakens, its followers would number at least hundreds of thousands or even a million!

The Spider Race was distributed across various planes, even in the Abyss where they existed in great numbers, forming a vast race.

The numbers were plentiful.

Having received his first Subordinate God, Lear felt quite delightful.

Accommodating a Subordinate God wasn’t difficult, as long as the other party didn’t resist, it could be completed easily.

Of course, a remnant soul devoid of consciousness couldn’t resist.

The first had already been received, next would be the second…

His thoughts turned and his figure flickered, appearing directly in Weilu City.

Gazing at the tall vine-constructed buildings ahead, he stepped inside.

The Alchemy Workshop was extremely busy due to the participation of thousands of Goblins.

At this moment, the Ancient Goblin God was controlling the metal-smelting body, overseeing and guiding the Goblins in producing Activated Armor.

Seeing Lear’s arrival, he immediately put down his work and stepped forward.

As he approached two steps, his gaze immediately shifted.

After hesitantly observing for a few moments, he finally took a deep breath.

“Greetings to you, Lord Lear…”

Lear noticed the change in the other’s attitude, neither concealing nor obscuring, he met his eyes and said solemnly.

“I have reforged the Divine Kingdom, Azaro, are you willing to become a Subordinate God of my Swamp Pantheon?!”

The Ancient Goblin God’s body trembled, his eyes growing extremely complex.

No one knew what was going through the mind of this ancient existence that once led the Goblins to glory.

Much time passed before the Ancient Goblin God slowly exhaled.

With a hoarse voice like one who had not drunk water for half a month in the desert, he spoke.

“I am willing to serve you, my Lord.”

His right hand slowly held his chest, his proudly raised head bowed low.

At this moment, the Ancient Goblin God felt a sense of lament.

Their era had ultimately passed.

The Goblins had long faded into history.

Now, it was a new era.

If the Goblin race sought to regain glory, becoming a member of Weilu City was an inevitable choice.

Without even having their soul-contained mechanical limbs in his possession, he had no second path to take…

Lear nodded slowly, stepping forward to place a hand on the other’s head.

He directly channeled the power of the Divine Kingdom, imprinting a mark in his soul.

The second Subordinate God of the Swamp Pantheon was born.

In the future, a portion of Goblin belief would belong to him.