Shortly after the demon army appeared, two other swamp banshees also gained transformation.
Its potential was directly promoted to 4 stars, and its level jumped three times in a row, reaching level 15!
It is no exaggeration to say that in just a few hours, the Swamp Banshee has completed a journey that may never be completed in her lifetime.
This is the god, the existence that controls the power of rules!
Even if countless people know that believing in the evil god is seeking the skin of a tiger, they are still happy because the evil god is really willing to grant power.
Lear looked at this scene and felt very happy.
He also didn't expect that the Swamp Banshee could do this.
At this moment, another surprise struck. The aura of the great devil exploded and rose again.
The level of concentration perception has been raised from level 17 to level 18!
Upgraded two levels in a row!
If it were cultivated with flesh and blood, I don't know how much it would consume. Now I have been promoted to comfort in such a short time.
The evil god is just awesome, unlike the light gods who are picky and fussy.
At this moment, a low and hoarse voice, as if someone had been thirsty for more than ten days, penetrated the Eye of the Abyss.
"Go and spread my brilliance on the main plane! Let those humans surrender before me!"
That weird tone made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
The Lord of the Food Heart, a deity with weak divine power, the Lord of the 57th plane of the bottomless abyss.
Authority, heart-eating, sacrifice, killing, blood.
Lear's eyes narrowed slightly.
After feeling the ambition in this evil god's tone, his expression became a little weird.
In the heart-eating Lord's feelings, all the troops firmly believed in him.
This powerful army will definitely be able to expand its territory and enslave a large number of believers for him.
But the real situation is that I'm sorry, the Eye of the Abyss you opened is in my Kingdom of God.
Your army will also be commanded by me. It will be a hearty battle.
Hahahahaha.
After the Lord of Eater's Heart finished speaking, the Eye of the Abyss became a bit dimmer, and the dark power that emerged returned to its previous state.
Obviously, transmitting so many high-level troops at one time would cause considerable losses to the evil god.
Not to mention using divine power to promote the Swamp Banshee and several big demons.
To mobilize power across planes, the amount of divine power required is not a small amount.
But the Lord of the Eater's Heart has made up his mind this time to obtain the stepping stone for promotion from the main plane.
For an evil god who occupies an entire plane, this investment is nothing at all.
Even if necessary, he would not hesitate to sacrifice the plane he occupied.
In the bottomless abyss, one's own strength is the eternal foundation.
By becoming a weak divine power, he would have the confidence to occupy more territory.
The weak divine power was still too insignificant in the abyss, so that he did not dare to easily leave the lair that he had operated for millions of years.
After finally catching an opportunity, no matter how big the chips are, you can suppress it.
After the scarlet carrion land began to swallow the power of the abyss again, the field returned to calm.
After Lear no longer noticed the aura of the Lord of Food Hearts, his thoughts moved slightly.
A faint scarlet mist rose all around, shrouding the entire demon army.
Isolated from their perception and sight.
Although these demon legions temporarily obey the orders of the Swamp Banshee, their allegiance is still to the Lord of the Eater.
If it is known that the Swamp Banshee is not a loyal person, she will rebel without hesitation.
The soul of this demon army has already been imprinted with the mark of the Lord of the Eater's Heart.
No one can bend their will.
But that's not important. Lear doesn't want to conquer the other party. As long as this power can be commanded, that's enough.
Isn't there a Broken Plane with a large number of level 18 creatures about to appear?
As a loyal warrior of the Lord of the Eater's Heart, isn't it normal to fight bloody battles with the enemy for the glory of God?
As for death, that was not something he considered.
With this good start, Lear is very interested in the fat sheep, the Lord of the Eater's Heart.
You have to think about how to collect it.
The other party's main goal is to gain faith in the main plane, which is easy.
If you capture a group of outside creatures and let the Swamp Banshee preach to them, won't this faith come about?
Is it fair to get tens of thousands of believers to pay tribute in exchange for a chance to be promoted to the extraordinary?
In Lear's eyes, the Lord of Eater's Heart has become a great treasure at this time.
Explode gold coins to your heart’s content!
Without the input of divine power, it is not that simple for the big devil to break through the bottleneck and advance to level 19.
It is not realistic to just swallow ordinary dark energy.
Lear watched the field become quiet and did not let them linger.
The same is true for the Swamp Banshees. Emotions are the core of their advancement. After the Heart-Eating Lord no longer wants to seduce them, the emotions provided fade away.
He immediately took them back to the territory.
Those demonic legions temporarily stayed in the Land of Scarlet Carrion to await their deployment. .
It was already late at night when we returned to the territory. After a night's rest, Lear called Bain the next morning.
He explained in a solemn tone.
"Immediately arrange it and let Grandma Green Grass plant the green dragon that she obtained before. Don't delay."
"In addition, I got news that on the evening of the 18th, there will be a supernatural being sneaking in. There may be some noise at that time, but there is no need to panic."
"A week from now on the 22nd, a dimensional plane will open a channel near the swamp. There will be a large number of level 18 creatures in it - the double-winged demon. The territory needs to be carefully guarded."
"In addition, on the 23rd, there will be dozens of angels under the Lord of the Dawn approaching the swamp. Be sure to restrain the residents and do not leave the territory that day."
Bain was shocked by this series of news.
Chaofan wants to dive into the swamp?
Will there be a space channel near the territory in the dimensional plane, and will there be tens of thousands of level 18 creatures?
The last piece of information is even more exaggerated. The Angel Legion of the Lord of the Dawn will approach the swamp! !
Something big is going to happen.
Bain's heart was trembling.
No matter which one it was, his scalp was numb.
He took a deep breath and said solemnly.
"Your Majesty, what happened?"
Lear said slowly.
"The situation may change much faster than we expected, and the future becomes blurry"
As the collapse of the underground world approaches, tension and restlessness fill the air.
Now, no one knows what will happen in the future.
Bain took a deep breath.
"I know!"
"The farmland we cultivate has begun to be harvested in batches. From now on, two to three thousand acres can be harvested every week. The food harvested is enough to support the development of the territory."
"In addition, I have arranged for the vine fairy to build a very large grain storage warehouse, which is expected to extend to 200 meters underground."
"By then, all this food will be stored."
Bain immediately grasped the crux of the problem.
Changes in the external situation are uncontrollable and cannot be changed by one's own will. All one can do is to prepare in advance.
Among them, food is the key.
The territory can lack everything, except food.
After speaking, he paused for a moment, organized his words, and then continued.
"Your Majesty, we should also store some fresh water. The situation is unpredictable now, and it is inevitable that the water source will dry up one day."
The swamp he once lived in was forced to flee because of the drying up of water veins, and finally became a slave.
There is no such problem now, but what about the future? No one can say for sure.
When Lear heard this, his eyes moved slightly.
This is something to consider.
In this fantasy world, the birth of water sources usually comes from the accumulation of strong water elements in a certain place.
These water elements condense into water droplets, which then gradually begin to attract more water elements until they become a vein of water.
The water flows around, accommodates tributaries, and gradually converges into a large river or an underground river.
Although there is no shortage of water in the swamp, it is not that simple to store it on a large scale. The best way is to directly obtain a water vein and place it in the Kingdom of God.
Let it continuously produce clean water.
In this way, even if the situation outside changes drastically in the future, Weilu City will still have enough water resources to support it.
However, it is not easy to obtain water veins. It is not just a matter of moving the water back.
"I'll just figure it out."
"You have arranged all the work in the territory. The more complicated the situation becomes, the more stability is needed."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"By the way, how are the barbarians settled?"
"Houses have been allocated, and starting from today, people will be arranged for missionary work."
"At the same time, we will also let them participate in various tasks in the territory."
"Okay, the two-headed ogres will be gradually separated from the production system in the future, and you will focus on arranging barbarians to replace them."
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"Yes"
"Is there anything else to report?"
"Nepenthes can already produce sugar on a large scale! But there is still a backlog and there is no place to process it for the time being"
Speaking of this, Bain was a little helpless.
The original plan was to use the syrup of the pitcher plant to go to Loland City in exchange for resources, but now that the war started, the trade channel was directly cut off.
The original trading partners, the Yeying clan and the barbarians, have all been annexed by Weilu City.
There is no one left, so these good things are kept in hand.
Lear said slowly.
"There's no rush, just store the sugar for now. After the food shortage, these are precious strategic materials."
There is no good or bad quality to things like sugar. It doesn't seem to make any difference whether it is present or not.
But when food is scarce, this is a rare item.
Intelligence has pointed out that the climate will change drastically in the future and food production will be reduced on a large scale.
What you are saving now is not sugar, but the lives of countless people in the future.
Bain responded immediately.
Afterwards, the two exchanged some more government affairs. After nothing happened, Bain went down to make arrangements.
The number of people in the territory is now increasing and cannot be separated from people, although various departments of the city hall have already filled a lot of manpower.
But there are still some shortcomings, and Bain, the chief administrative officer, has to spend more energy on his work.
Amid the busyness, night fell quickly.
Mal, who has not performed on stage for a long time, this level 16 swamp banshee took a rare opportunity today to bring two other level 15 companions to perform a new drama "The Glory of the Swamp".
The content is not complicated at all. It describes the changes in life from the perspective of the residents of Weilu City. Although it is not explicit, every aspect promotes the greatness of the Swamp God.
After they were promoted, the performance was more than several times better than before, and even Lear was fascinated by it.
The ordinary audience was even more intoxicated, and those barbarians almost went to heaven.
Completely immersed in the theatrical performance.
When the performance ended, many people seemed to have a fire burning in their chests and silently followed the residents to the church.
After this drama, thousands of barbarians all became light believers.
Without exception.
This made the barbarian chief Bettina look at her with a complicated expression.
She had a feeling that even if no foreign enemies came to attack, the barbarian territory might naturally become part of Weilu City.
Faith wins.
The Swamp Banshee's bewitching ability, after gaining the power of the Heart-Eating Lord, became extremely exaggerated. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as perverted.
Reusing the other party to teach is indeed the right choice.
Lear was in a good mood.
The next day, the 16th.
There is a key project to do today——
When he got up early in the morning, Lear went out personally, taking a squadron of cold-blooded cavalry with him, and left the swamp in the morning.
Sixty kilometers northeast, a small group of exiled swamp banshees leading thousands of guards will pass through here.
This is the goal of this trip.
And traveling with him were three swamp banshees.
Lear attaches great importance to this arrest operation and does not want any mistakes to occur.
Once these swamp banshees are obtained, the power in their hands will become very abundant.
Whether it is used to impart knowledge, perform special dramas, preach, or even cooperate with the army to fight, it can be arranged.
Unlike now, the three swamp banshees are needed in all aspects, and they have to work in shifts 24 hours a day to be busy.
Fortunately, these magical creatures feed on emotions and don't need much rest, otherwise they would be exhausted.
After arriving at the designated area, Lear saw that it was still early, waved his hand, and the aura surged out, directly covering the entire army.
The next moment, everyone's figures suddenly disappeared as if they were erased by an eraser.
Looking down from the sky, there is only dry land and wild grass in this area, plus the rustling of the grass in the breeze.
Time passed by little by little, and at noon, the sky covered by thick clouds became a little brighter and no longer so depressing.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance.
The sound gradually got closer, and the earth trembled imperceptibly.
Soon, a group of more than ten racially mixed troops riding unicorn horses appeared in the wilderness.
Look at it intently.
Barbarians, gnolls, quilboars, tiger-headed men, all common races in the wilderness can be seen in it.
Many races would fight each other even when they meet, but now they are getting together in perfect harmony.
It looks a little weird.
At the same time, a soft singing sound was lingering over the army.
Let these mixed armies maintain high morale at all times.
This somewhat strange army was suddenly crossing a piece of low grass in front of them.
Rumble~
There was a riot on the ground, and the stones on the surface bounced up violently.
The Jackal leader who was leading the front was a little horrified to find that a group of lizard man cavalry wearing heavy armor and with a brutal and crazy aura suddenly appeared on the ground where there were only weeds.
"Enemy attack!!"
As soon as the warning cry sounded, the heavy cavalry was seen rushing towards them with extremely terrifying momentum, like a mountain collapsing.
The earth seems to be trampled and collapsed!
The rumbling and trembling sound made the unicorn under the seat tremble and retreat.
As soon as the front had time to form a formation, the lizardman cavalry had already rushed forward.
The leader of the jackals at the front raised the iron knife with a conspicuous gap in his hand to resist in fear.
But before he waved, he saw a storm rushing past, and even people and horses were smashed into pieces.
It exploded into a bloody mess.
The scene became extremely exaggerated.
The lizardman heavy cavalry seemed to be galloping on the flat ground, and the mixed army of thousands of people failed to hinder it from the beginning to the end.
Like walking on flat ground.
A fragment of limbs exploded.
The strong smell of blood covered the entire sky.
When the cold-blooded cavalry at the front stopped, the legion had disappeared without a trace, leaving only dozens of wild boars standing alone in the middle of the sea of blood.
At this time, the song was still lingering, barely keeping the wild boars from collapsing and fleeing
Lear appeared silently above the wild boar men, looking down.
I saw more than twenty human girl-like figures in the middle, looking around in panic.
His eyes immediately lit up.
More than twenty people? ! This guy is going to get rich! !
Three swamp banshees will make him fly, and these twenty or so will definitely make him fly! ! (End of chapter)