Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 502 - 222: Subordinate God?! Establishing a Divine Pantheon! (Part 2)
Just when Lear took over the battle and easily dealt with the Minotaur legion, he knew that the Night Shadow Clan could no longer maintain this status.
Only by gaining protection from a strong figure could they continue to survive.
Even the method of condensing the remnants of the Spider God’s soul was informed by the other party. He could not imagine what kind of power it possessed.
Lear glanced at the firm attitude of the Spider Priest and couldn’t help but smile.
This guy could sacrifice life to divine fortune and misfortune, so he must have known something.
At that moment, a mass of black mist suddenly flew into the altar hall, directly towards his back, and condensed into a cloak.
The Spider Boggart present couldn’t help but envy when they saw this scene.
Evidently, the black mist, which dominated the direction of the battle, was caused by this mist...
Just a cloak reversed the situation on the battlefield; this lord truly possesses unfathomable power!
Lear’s mood also improved greatly at this moment.
He could sense that after this large-scale devouring, the energy stored within the Shadow of the Mist had become extremely abundant.
Another such experience and direct advancement might not be difficult.
Previously in Lorand City, with the help of intelligence, the Shadow of the Mist had upgraded to Level 16. The flesh energy from thousands of Minotaurs made it only one step away from Level 17.
This unit is of strategic level importance; the recent battle has clearly proven its function.
The higher the level, the greater its role naturally; more importantly... the Shadow of the Mist has no level limit.
As long as flesh energy is abundant, theoretically, even becoming a Divine Spirit is possible.
Lear no longer wasted words and instructed the Spider Priest to make arrangements.
Not long after, the entire Night Shadow Clan was mobilized.
They began rummaging through their collections, bringing out all their accumulated possessions.
They were busy until evening to get everything sorted.
During this gap, Lear delved deeply into the remnants of the Spider God’s soul.
Although only a hint of power had been condensed, he could use it to explore the source of Divine Spirits.
Ironically, because it was still very weak, it was easier for his research to be fruitful.
After several hours, he gained significant insights.
Coupled with the original memories from the Spider Race, mutual verification provided new understanding of the existence that controls rules like gods.
He also had deeper comprehension of the Authority of the Swamp.
This was something difficult to experience behind closed doors before.
No wonder the intelligence system had suggested that observing the condensation of remnants would be beneficial; it was immensely beneficial, beyond ordinary value measure.
Out in the world, how many people can witness the remnants of a Divine Spirit?
In the evening, the Spider Priest personally reported being ready; it was then that he regained his focus.
Without delay.
Under the astonished gaze of the Spider Priest, Lear waved his cloak and directly moved the entire Spider Altar into the Shadow Prison.
The effortless and elegant posture was truly shocking to behold.
Such a massive altar was taken away so lightly?!
Feeling extremely fortunate in his heart, thankfully, from beginning to end, there hadn’t been any conflict with the other party.
Otherwise, not even the Underworld’s life forms were needed; they would have been wiped out long ago.
Lear said nothing more and left directly with the Great Demon.
Exiting the hall, the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King was lazily eating grass, and upon seeing Lear approach, immediately went forward and bowed down.
Lear mounted up.
Effortlessly crossing through the transparent barrier outside, he turned his head only to see seven to eight thousand Spider Boggarts already packed with food, armor, weapons, and other materials.
Judging by their appearance, they seemed already prepared.
Seeing Lear’s questioning glance, the Spider Priest explained.
"Master, the Minotaurs are too ferocious; we had no choice but to prepare in advance."
Speaking in a somewhat lamenting tone, initially establishing trade with Weilu City was to resist the forces within the Dimension Plane.
Unexpectedly, now due to the disturbance in the Underworld, they were forced to withdraw early.
Feeling a bit melancholy, the vicissitudes of life are unpredictable; no one knows what tomorrow will bring.
Hopefully, the Night Shadow Clan can safely allow the Spider God to resurrect, and they can regain protection.
Lear nodded, said nothing more, and gestured for the army to set off directly.
Even without intelligence reminders, he would have the Night Shadow Clan relocate into the swamp.
This land is two hundred kilometers from the swamp, stable during calm scenarios, but appears too distant during unrest.
He couldn’t send troops to aid in defense at such a time.
The spider army didn’t waste words; they moved directly, with their six jointed legs, their speed wasn’t inferior to cavalry.
While traveling there was silence because the team was quite formidable, plus Lear had dispatched the Great Demon ahead.
So no one with some sense dared to provoke them.
Thus, after marching silently for seven hours, they finally reached the swamp at dawn on the 18th. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Lear couldn’t help but to feel that cavalry and flying soldiers were more comfortable; long-distance travel by regular ground troops made one’s head spin just by time consumption.
The Spider Boggarts were among the faster runners.
Back at the territory, Lear wasted no time lingering in Weilu City with them, but directly led the spider army into the Broken Star Plane.
At the same time, he personally marked an area for them to inhabit.
Here, various arrangements were made. Lear found a plot and placed the Spider Altar.
The twelve massive spider statues stood guard on the ground around the altar.
The colossal spider god’s shadow above was already exuding an imposing aura, enough to make anyone’s heart tremble.
