Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Before long, the Half-Elf hippogriff cavalry searching the Long Thorn Mountain Range for the remaining demons began to return one after another.

At this moment, the Half-Elf leader was in high spirits, directing the Half-Elves to land and stabilize, preparing for the transformation with excitement and fervor.

But before this, they had to return to the swamp.

Once they entered the Mire Swamp, Lear would directly activate the power of authority, imprinting a mark within their souls.

Directly taking control of this army.

Not leaving even a trace of a hidden danger.

After the Half-Elves returned, he also conveniently extracted the vampires from among them.

Under the intensity of the purging, demons had almost been eradicated, and now the Half-Elves in the Long Thorn Mountain Range were more involved in mobilizing villagers to Katana.

Vampires in such situations couldn’t be too effective, rather their appearance and aura could easily provoke hostility.

Taking advantage of the lull as the army returned, Lear thought for a moment and summoned Kalanis.

His gaze fixated on this warrior holding the Authority of Tyranny, with war intent as sharp as a blade, and an unshakable will.

“I want to bestow the vampires upon you, to have them become your followers… though you already have a considerable number of believers in Lorand City, you still lack a stable and strong foundation.”

“The Vampire race is powerful enough, and they have never produced a Divine Spirit, making them suitable for you.”

“Moreover, we have breeding grounds to fully support these lives.”

“How do you consider this?”

Kalanis looked at Lear’s serious gaze, and her eyes instantly softened.

Even now, he is still considering things for her.

Thinking of all the past experiences, her heart almost melted.

She took a deep breath and solemnly said.

“Sir, I follow your arrangements.”

Lear shook his head.

“This depends on your will. Though vampires are not weak, if you do not favor them, there’s no need to include them under your command.”

Kalanis then became serious, and after pondering for a long while, she softly spoke.

“Sir, the path I walk is different…. to me, followers are optional.”

“I cultivate followers only to control the Faceless Hermitage and understand the operation of its power.”

“This way, I can deal with the Tyrant Monarch more confidently.”

“If asked to proselytize, I think I would find it difficult.”

If Lear asked her to proceed, she would do it resolutely, whether it suited her or not, but given a choice, this path was not one she wished to take.

Lear understood her thoughts and nodded slowly.

“Indeed, you have your path, and you are not like ordinary people.”

She was the one who plundered the authority from the Tyrant Monarch, an Evil God, when she was merely at level ten or so.

How could she be like an ordinary person?!

“Since this is the case, let’s set the vampires aside for now…”

Speaking thus, his gaze became serious.

“I have already made an agreement with the Goddess of Misfortune, to enter the Abyss on the 18th and hunt the Tyrant Monarch.”

“There are still two days, prepare well for them, when the time comes, you will be the main force!”

Kalanis nodded slowly.

Her gaze was unbelievably determined, iron-willed and immovable.

“Sir, I have prepared for a long time… as long as I can see that Evil God, I will deprive it of its authority!”

“A lowly demon unable to withstand the will of tyranny, how can it wield the power of rules?”

Her tone carried absolute confidence.

And the past had proven the credibility of this confidence.

Lear nodded.

“Alright, then rest well these few days…”

Also carrying a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He still had a way to go in repairing his Divine Format; though it had recovered 80% now, the difficulty increased substantially towards full restoration.

If Kalanis could grasp the authority first and ascend to a complete Divine Spirit, then Weilu City would have enough strong backing amidst the upcoming turmoil.

The presence of a Divine Spirit carries strategic value, not unlike a small country controlling a nuclear bomb.

However, upon attaining godhood, one would be repelled by the rules of the Main Plane… this is also a problem, but regardless, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Once passed, it may never come again.

The Goddess of Misfortune may not be willing to lend a hand next time.

Not long after Kalanis left, the vampire army completely retreated from the Original Plane.

Seeing this, Lear didn’t hesitate to assign the Swamp Banshee to commence evangelizing.

Even though Kalanis won’t take them, this power shouldn’t go to waste, should it?

When the vampire army returned, it startled the Extraordinary-Tulos of the vampires, who approached Lear with a bit of bewilderment.

After saluting, he hesitated to ask.

“Your Majesty… what is this?”

Lear, looking at the bald man, suddenly thought of something and teased.

“Tulos, do you wish to become the Vampire God?”

Upon hearing these words, Tulos trembled, his eyes lit up with dazzling brightness, and he stammered.

“You, you’re joking, aren’t you?”

Becoming the Vampire God; this is simply his ultimate dream!

Vampires have never produced a Divine Spirit, nor had anyone to protect them, a pain unspeakable.

Being Extraordinary, naturally, he wishes to be the first, to engrave his name in the history of vampires!

But godhood is not so easily attained?!

He has spent so much effort and is still wandering on the path of the Extraordinary, not even having sighted the Demigod stage; godhood… is utterly ephemeral.

Lear looked at this extraordinarily cautious man and said softly.

“Naturally, it is not a jest; you just need to answer, yes or no.”

Tulos took a deep breath, placed his right hand on his chest, and with a hoarse voice, in the most solemn tone, said.

“My Lord, I am willing!”

“Good! Next, the Swamp Banshee will spread your faith, and you, Tulos, shall become the new Subordinate God of my Swamp Sect; your name will be recorded in churches, revered and praised by countless people.”