Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 833: Chapter 350: Half a Month Later, the Situation Develops—The Dark Night Elf God Suddenly Visits (Part 2)

The city walls were raised from the original 50 meters to 60 meters.

The width reached 40 meters, almost allowing cavalry to charge!

Outside the city walls, the cacti completely wrapped around, their menacing appearance making anyone feel prickly just by looking at them.

Meanwhile, to accommodate the residents and protect them from the impacts of war, the Vine Fairy began constructing a city underground in Katana, emulating Weilu City.

The most advantageous point is that... underground is three-dimensional, with each level being constructed ten meters high, continuously expanding deeper.

This way, limited space can be greatly expanded.

And interestingly enough... with the completion of Katana’s construction, all 300,000 villagers became followers of the Swamp Sect.

Though a large portion doesn’t have a strong belief, there are no non-believers found in this city anymore.

As a result, the power of the Swamp Temple gradually spread until it enveloped the entire city.

The land began to moisten, and clear water sprang up from underground.

This city built within the mountains gradually transformed into a Swamp City.

This amazed the believers, and simultaneously, the city defense troops felt a strong sense of security.

As long as they are in the swamp, their combat power can be maximized.

July 8th.

The Goddess of Misfortune suddenly appeared in Weilu City.

Lear immediately came out to greet her.

The two had an in-depth discussion in the City Hall’s meeting room.

This time, the Goddess of Misfortune had great success in contacting the gods of the Creation Lineage.

No one can tolerate being treated as prey by outsiders, that mastermind needs to be eradicated!

After their consultation, they devised a plan.

Overall, it still adhered to the previous framework—deceptive maneuvers.

They would take advantage of the enemy’s intent to hunt the Goddess of Misfortune, planning an ambush.

This time, 12 divine spirits will participate.

Among them, there are 4 main gods as powerful as the Goddess of Misfortune!

The rest... all possess powerful divine power.

This made Lear’s eyelids twitch.

No wonder the mastermind wants to wipe them out; this force is indeed strong enough to make people tremble.

"Do you need my cooperation?"

The Goddess of Misfortune’s eyes shone brightly.

"No need, we’ve already made preparations in secret... you just need to act as if you know nothing, and wait for the Wild Pantheon’s army to attack Katana."

"At that time, I will come to support you!"

"But the premise is, Katana must withstand the enemy’s attack for at least three days!"

Lear nodded in agreement.

Three days’ time, if the city he built meticulously couldn’t even hold for three days... then there’s no point in playing anymore, might as well just forget it early.

"Given the current progress, perhaps later this month, the Wild Pantheon won’t be able to restrain themselves and will launch an attack!"

"And before that, the Long Thorn Mountain Range will still face threats from other divine armies."

"You probably already know that the news about capturing another’s temple and perceiving its authority has spread, right?"

"There will always be those who can’t resist taking action..."

The Goddess of Misfortune’s face bore a hint of mockery.

"Even I will be targeted by those fools."

The opportunity to seize another’s authority is too rare.

But a character like the Goddess of Misfortune, even if someone uses the rules to seize a portion of her authority, she could easily fight back and reclaim it.

Besides, obtaining the Authority of Misfortune doesn’t guarantee its use.

Not everyone has a will as terrifying as Kalanis, who can suppress the authorities of Tyrant and Slaughter!

Examples of being backfired by authority are countless.

After the conversation, the Goddess of Misfortune didn’t stay long and disappeared into a stream of light.

A lot more preparation is needed to ambush that mastermind.

On July 10th, the intelligence was updated, and just like previous updates, the value was still limited, except for the fifth point that produced a piece of 3-star intelligence—

Three days later, the main plane’s rules will change for the second time, and by then, creatures of Level 18 will emerge from the Bottomless Abyss, Nine Layers of Hell, and the Undead Plane.

After reading the intelligence, Lear’s gaze turned very serious.

The rules of the main plane loosened again!!

Last time, it was creatures of Level 15, and this time the level jumped directly to 18!

Although it’s just a difference of 3 levels, the combat power difference is like heaven and earth!

If a massive army of Level 18 demons assaults Weilu City, even he would have to take it seriously.

Currently, in his hands, there are only the two companies of Two-winged Demons at Level 18!

The alarm bells within his heart rang again.

This must be taken seriously, carelessness is absolutely not an option!

He immediately informed Bain of this intelligence, urging him to prepare in advance.

Upon hearing this, the Mud Swamp Hero turned serious and went down to make arrangements.

The enemies are getting stronger, and this is certainly not a good omen.

Could it be that next, demons beyond the extraordinary will appear?!

By then, how brutal will the war be?!

To prevent mishaps, Lear directly redeployed the Two-winged Demons from the Crown Tribe back.

At the same time, he called back the Two-headed Giant Chief Aite and the Barbarian Chief Betina.

Having these two powerful heroes stationed in the swamp to prevent any uncontrollable events from unfolding.

July 12th.

After more than half a month of missionary work, the Swamp Sect successfully broke through 5 million believers.

The effect of the Abyssal Dark Stone played an almost irreplaceable role in this.

A continuous tide-like flow of the Power of Faith surged in.

What excites Lear is that the belief level of former shallow believers began to increase significantly, and out of these 5 million believers, over two-thirds became devout believers.

The daily Power of Faith he gained increased to 1.8 million, which was staggering.

Now, only less than two months are needed to accumulate enough divinity to advance to weak divine power.

Of course, that’s with no consumption... but in reality, the daily consumption of the Power of Faith reaches a scale of millions.

The cost of developing new followers requires too much Power of Faith.

But with such extraordinary results, Lear continues to increase the manpower of the Sacerdotal Faith Department, encouraging them to intensify the missionary efforts.

And on the night of the 12th, someone Lear didn’t expect arrived in the swamp.

The other appeared directly in front of the City Hall.

Riding an Elf Dragon, donned in a cloak made of the Tree of Life leaves, wearing a pure white robe, hair neatly tied behind, head held high, with emerald green eyes deep as stars.

The surrounding air became still.

The Cold-blooded Cavalry guarding nearby had beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Hands tightly gripping their weapons, bodies tense like a highly compressed spring.

The gaze, fierce yet carrying an indescribable heaviness, seemed to bear a massive stone weighing thousands of pounds.

Upon seeing the other, Lear was a bit surprised as well.

"Lord Axel, welcome."

Why did the God of the Dark Night Elf suddenly visit?

The other came riding only an Elf Dragon, and there wasn’t any malicious aura.

Although outwardly calm, Lear could feel an extremely chaotic soul aura from him.

As if he had just gone through a life-and-death battle.

The God of the Dark Night Elf took a deep breath and got straight to the point.

"Lord Lear, may I beg you something..."

This attitude, so humble?

Lear’s eyes slightly narrowed.

"Lord Axel, your power is much stronger than mine, yet you still seek my help?"

The God of the Dark Night Elf’s face showed a trace of bitterness.

"Sir, I’m at my wit’s end."

Lear’s gaze grew more concentrated.

"What do you mean?"

"Rose has gone mad! She plans to devour all the divine spirits of the Zor Pantheon!"

"I just escaped from her hands... but there’s no escaping it!"

"That damned bastard has already sown webs into my soul."

"Though I can escape briefly now, eventually, she’ll find me!"

"If I fall, could I implore you to take care of the main city of the Dark Night Elves?"

Lear was a bit perplexed by this.

Oh my, is the God of Intrigue really this crazy?

He’s heard mythic tales of Rose treating her pantheon’s divine spirits as sustenance, but those were stories from the mouths of minstrels, and their truthfulness was questionable.

Didn’t expect this time she’d go big, aiming to devour the entire pantheon’s divine spirits.

Defy heaven!

Other than those two words, he couldn’t find accurate adjectives.

"But why choose me? Aren’t you afraid I’d take direct action against your city?"

Lear leisurely looked at the God of the Dark Night Elf.

What the other party said was entirely hearsay, and its authenticity couldn’t be verified; the two lacked enough rapport and trust.