Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Lear nodded and said nothing more.

The future is indeed in their own hands. If Tulos’s performance truly satisfies him, it might be possible to allocate resources to cultivate him into a god.

With the intelligence system as a trump card, combined with the foundation he has now laid, the rise of Weilu City is unstoppable.

The same can be said for Betina. Moreover, this Barbarian Chief, in his view, has even greater potential than Tulos.

But the path for the other party is even more challenging.

After calming his emotions, Lear looked at Kalanis.

“Do you feel the rejection of the plane’s rules now?”

Kalanis frowned slightly.

“Sovereign, it never ceases… I feel as if I’ve entered water, with pressure coming from all directions…”

“Moreover, I have a feeling that as my Divine Format gradually perfects, this repelling force will continue to strengthen until I can no longer resist.”

The world’s rules suppress divine spirits to protect the main plane.

Especially life on the main plane; once the gods go to war, the survival rate of life on the main plane is completely unknown.

The existence of the main plane’s rules ensures the battles of gods occur outside, and even if the sky is broken, there is a constant birth of life on the main plane.

But this rule, which greatly benefits life on the main plane, is not as delightful for divine spirits.

Especially newly ascended divine spirits…

Kalanis looked in another direction while speaking.

After contemplating for a moment, she continued.

“Master, I feel that there are still things in Lorand City I need… perhaps it can help me advance further.”

“But by then, I certainly won’t be able to stay on the main plane…”

To advance further is to truly become a divine spirit!

But she hesitated.

Once forced to leave, she could no longer assist Weilu City.

She had just grown strong, yet had not done anything for her lord.

This left her caught in a dilemma.

Lear’s eyes moved slightly.

“This is your opportunity; naturally, you shouldn’t miss it.”

Having a divine spirit leave the main plane first to build their power outside, and later when he consolidates his Divine Format, he will also have his own team.

This is also very good.

Now, as long as he stays within the swamp, no one can threaten Weilu City, and there aren’t many areas where he needs Kalanis’s help.

But after leaving the main plane, those ancient beings who have survived for hundreds of thousands of years are the true sovereigns.

Kalanis looked at Lear, feeling soft inside.

She knew her master was always thinking of her.

With clenched teeth.

“Master, I understand!”

Since that’s the case, why not take a trip?

Even if she becomes a divine spirit, it’s just taking a lead in carving out new territory for her lord!

“When should I leave?”

“If possible, now…”

“Alright, then come back early.”

“By the way, in Weilu City’s garden, there are many collected roses; take them back to Firina.”

“Yes, master… do you have any other instructions?”

“Go back and see if you can purchase more Wetland Lizard-man, Dark Night Elf, and Half-Elf slaves… the territory still needs to enhance its strength.”

“As you wish!”

After a brief conversation, the decisive Kalanis didn’t linger.

She went to the garden to take all the roses, then bid farewell to Betina and Tulos, war companions she had not known for long.

With her War Saber inlaid with her Divine Format, she walked through the air and left the swamp straightaway…

Watching her disappearing figure, Lear had a feeling that the next time she returned, she might bring him a significant surprise.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it, letting the stimulated Betina and Tulos leave independently, and then returned to the City Hall, heading to the largest office.

At this time, the civil servants of Weilu City were still busy handling governmental affairs, with Bain, the Mud Swamp Hero, sitting at the most spacious desk, writing zealously.

The piles of documents on the desk were like small mountains, allowing only a glimpse of his face through the gaps.

Handling the affairs of tens of thousands in Weilu City is no small task, not to mention the additional work from the over ten thousand from the Original Plane… there was suddenly much more to do.

As Bain raised his head, he happened to see Lear entering the room. He was first startled, then immediately stood up excitedly.

“Your Majesty!”

The civil servants who were busy in the room suddenly went still, then reacted to look towards the door. After confirming it was Lear, each of them excitedly stood up to salute.

“Good day, my lord…”

“Greetings to you, the great and immortal master!”

“Your devout followers extend their highest regards to you, Your Majesty…”

The words were passionate and fervent.

Lear waved his hand, excusing everyone from formalities, and sat down alone on the sofa in the office.

Bain quickly came over and called someone to make tea.

Around ten civil servants immediately stood before him like schoolchildren, their gazes intense enough to ignite wood, eager to kneel and clean his shoes.

Currently, Weilu City is filled with the most devout followers of the Swamp Sect.

Being able to work in the City Hall requires not just ability, but more importantly, faith in the Swamp Sect and loyalty to the great sovereign.

Lear glanced at everyone, and slowly said.

“We need to accelerate our development.”

Upon hearing these words, the crowd’s demeanor immediately turned serious.

Bain said solemnly.

“Your Majesty, please give the order…”

“Next, the logistics supply needs to be completed more swiftly. We need to ensure the supply of food, weapons, armor, arrows, and other strategic treasures, and even during wartime, we must have adequate production capacity.”

“Meanwhile, allocate resources to the Blacksmith Shop to research higher-tier weapons and equipment.”

“The territory will enter a wartime state with 24-hour rotations; everyone must maintain the highest vigilance.”

“Utilize all of the Ancient Humans from the Original Plane to engage in weapon production!”

“Build weapons factories in the Long Thorn Mountain Range. I need you to mass-produce equipment in the shortest possible time!”

“Additionally, find mining sites in the Long Thorn Mountain Range for excavation, and send people to search for cave dwellers. Once found, immediately enslave them to mine the ore.”

“Store as much steel as possible!”

“This is a strategic resource!”

In the battle against the Abyss, although Lear did not take action, the complete annihilation of the demons on the entire plane left a profound impact on him.

The image of hundreds of thousands of Ultimate Soldiers clad in pitch-black armor, wielding sharp War Sabers sweeping through the Demon Legion, left an indelible mark in his memory.

If his enemies also possessed such an army, how could Weilu City sustain itself?!

The pressure weighed on his mind.

More crucially, he sensed more clearly that the world rules were changing.

The words of caution from the Ancient Goblin God—that the main plane rules might completely collapse, allowing gods to descend without limitation—were not idle talk.

When that time comes, it will surely enter a prolonged period of chaos, and the kind of stable developmental environment that exists now will be hard to come by.

While the situation is still safe, accumulate as many resources as possible; the more reserves now, the greater the chance of survival when the time comes.

He must ensure Weilu City has enough strength to withstand this catastrophe.

“Also, relocate a portion of the pig farm to the Original Plane, and increase production to five million heads per month.”

“The manpower issue will be solved by me.”

“Begin cultivating Magic Plants in the newly formed plane, utilizing every inch of land as much as possible.”

“I can think of this much for now. If you have any ideas to accelerate territorial development, feel free to share…”

In chaotic times, drastic measures must be taken; there isn’t much time for slow development.

Any bit of strength gained counts; no one can predict when the main plane rules might fracture.

Even if the rules change only partially, allowing life forms below Demigod level from Dimension Planes to enter, it would still cause an indescribable impact on the main plane.

An absolute catastrophe.

In such a massive upheaval, Weilu City is unlikely to remain unscathed.

Moreover, the warning from the Goddess of Misfortune—that competition in the Original Plane will intensify—requires him to invest more resources.

Those hundreds of thousands of Ancient Humans are not assets to be easily discarded.

Externally, this would require millions of followers to fill the gap. Setting aside how to acquire such a populace, even if they did, how would they be fed?

In the somewhat chaotic thoughts, the civil servants in the City Hall began to express their ideas and opinions.

Lear discussed with them in the City Hall until late into the night.

Gradually, he began to sort out his thoughts.

Until the system displayed a new prompt, pulling him back to reality.

[Intelligence System has cooled down, ready to refresh intelligence. Would you like to refresh?]

Focusing intensely, he noticed that the date had already moved to May 20th.