Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

No chance was given for proselytizing.

The Swamp Boggart had tried countless methods, but still couldn’t communicate with the other side.

A direct attack would activate the Temple’s defense mechanism, transforming the villagers into Guardian Angels.

A dilemma indeed.

Upon receiving the report, Lear didn’t think much of it and focused his gaze on the five Temples already under his control.

For those not yet under control, they would be tackled with concentrated efforts when time allowed… there will always be a way.

Leave the unsolvable problems for last, deal with them then. For now, enjoy the meat on the table.

With eager anticipation, Lear mounted the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King and headed straight for the first Temple.

Controlling ten Temples grants additional power.

Seven are already controlled, only three more to claim that power.

Lear’s gaze was profound.

The Divine Format’s condensation had reached 80%, just one step away from the final mark.

The previous seven Temples yielded substantial gains, perhaps the five this time could allow him to cross that threshold…

Yet his heart was somewhat conflicted.

Breaking through the final bottleneck would inevitably mean leaving the Main Plane… not exactly good news for Weilu City.

The good news is, he already has his own Divine Kingdom, fully inhabitable.

No need to venture into the Chaotic Void, facing unknown threats.

His control over the Swamp wouldn’t weaken either.

With the chaotic situation now, who knows what comes next? Taking that step quickly wouldn’t be entirely bad.

Moreover, enough force was left behind to guard his territory; no need to overly worry about safety… Kalanis, Betina, Tulos, the Lord of Blood Flies, plus the Flesh Butcher from the Undead Plane, Two-headed Ogre Chieftain, Shadow of the Mist, and others.

All the power he had accumulated.

For this very day.

Calming his mind, he urged the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King to speed up.

Shortly after, he arrived at the first village with a Temple.

The villagers had moved to Katana, leaving only two Squadrons of Crowned Eagle Horned Beast Knights guarding the place.

Upon seeing Lear arrive, the Half-Elves immediately saluted respectfully.

Lear didn’t exchange pleasantries with them, merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then turned his gaze towards the Immortal Temple.

The Temple still appeared so ordinary, so unremarkable.

Inside, the statues were so blurry you couldn’t make out their faces, enveloped in silence.

A thought flickered.

A tremendous surge of Power of Faith gushed forth, directly infusing the Temple.

A hundred thousand Power of Faith was depleted, converting the Immortal Temple into a Swamp Temple.

The moss outside the walls, the vines on the rooftops, the dampness all around, were filled with the unique power of the Swamp.

At the moment of complete transformation, a vast, magnificent power surged from within.

It enveloped Lear directly.

Before he could react, he suddenly and clearly sensed the world’s rules, now uniquely exposed before him.

Like a girl in winter shedding her thick clothes, revealing her graceful form without concealment.

The rules, the underlying logic of the world’s function.

The Swamp is part of it, as are birth, life, and decay, all components of this underlying logic.

This time the rules were clearer and brighter than before.

Lear took a deep breath, settling his mind to carefully perceive.

Meanwhile, the Swamp Divine Format in his mind began to grow rapidly, the missing parts visibly completing.

In just a dozen minutes, that power gradually dissipated, and the bare Force of Rules donned its thick attire once again.

Lear was left wanting more.

When he tried to perceive again, the rules were no longer as clear.

Shaking his head, he collected his thoughts.

He immediately felt the surge of powerful energy within him, greatly amplified.

With a slight perception, it was evident that the Swamp Divine Format was emitting a profound glow in his mind.

90%!

This Temple transformation directly repaired 10% of the Divine Format.

Lear felt a certain sensibility in his heart.

He had experienced much during this time, even descended the Abyss to slay gods, perceived numerous things; this appearance of the rules was why there was such a huge gain.

Drawing a deep breath, he gazed at the Swamp Temple before him, feeling a strong sense of awareness.

Today might be the day he finishes repairing the Divine Format, becoming a true Swamp God.

Your God has returned.