Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 596 - 256: Untangling the Threads of Fate

The cold-blooded cavalry couldn’t keep up, so they simply split into three columns.

The massive emergence of underworld monsters squeezed the living space of the original wilderness races, and this time, the hunt mostly yielded underground life forms.

Lear didn’t mind; as long as they were sentient beings, he’d collect them.

After all, they were to be tools for the Master of Heart Eating, whether human or beast, it didn’t matter.

As dusk fell, they had gathered over three thousand beings, from as many as seven or eight races.

The swamp boggarts played a huge role in this process. As soon as they sang, the captives obediently joined the ranks without needing supervision.

They even charged to attack during battles.

It made Lear feel delighted.

He remembered how he had used the swamp boggarts in the past.

With a bountiful harvest for the day, Lear didn’t stay longer and returned quietly to the swamp by eight in the evening.

Upon entering the swamp, an infinite strength enveloped him instantly.

The sacred and inviolable aura surrounding him grew even more intense.

A sudden surge of security enveloped him.

Since the creation of the Divine Kingdom, the power he controlled grew stronger.

As long as he was in the swamp, he was undoubtedly the Swamp God.

This marshland was also his confidence to weather chaotic times.

Lear waved his hand, shattering the void to open a passage to the Divine Kingdom.

Over three thousand underground beings entered one by one, guided by the swamp boggarts, appearing in a remote corner of the Divine Kingdom.

"Mar, preach to them, and strive to offer fresh Power of Faith for the great Master of Heart Eating sooner..."

He gestured to the 27 Level 10 swamp boggarts.

"And raise their level while you’re at it."

With thousands of believers captured, shouldn’t the Master of Heart Eating invest a bit more? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Mar nodded with a light chuckle.

"Yes, Sovereign..."

Immediately, he led the swamp boggarts into the swamp to perform intense indoctrination on the captives.

These captives generally hadn’t reached Level 10, and in the face of the Level 16 swamp boggarts, they didn’t even have a chance to resist.

Moreover, with the exaggerated Skills of Faith Mimicry, Mar was adept at preaching.

Very soon, these creatures descended into devotion, becoming shallow believers in less than half an hour, then deep believers... turning into devout believers all in just one night.

Elsewhere, in the 57th plane of the Invincible Abyss, the Master of Heart Eating was overjoyed to suddenly gain thousands of devout believers overnight.

Although the number of believers wasn’t many, the speed and efficiency were astonishing!

He quickly responded to Mar’s request, transmitting streams of power, promoting all 27 swamp boggarts to Level 15!

Lear grinned from ear to ear.

After the upgrade of the swamp boggarts, he could even clearly sense that the Master of Heart Eating’s power had diminished significantly.

It was like an ordinary person carrying two hundred sacks of cement to the third floor, even speaking became labored.

To do such things across planes, who knows what cost the other party had to pay... the Master of Heart Eating truly was a generous one.

Lear was in a great mood.

Next, it was time to arrange for the advancement to Extraordinary...

With a bright smile, he left a swamp boggart behind to continue preaching while also arranging the three thousand people for labor.

His territory did not accommodate idlers.

Without further words, the next day, on the 17th, Lear got up early and went to the newly reorganized planting area.

After Lear took control of the swamp, the areas around his territory had all become farmland suitable for cultivation.

Currently, most of the land was planted with swamp wheat, with the farmland area expanding to over 80,000 acres, pushing towards 100,000 acres.

Since the maturation cycle was only two months and planting was done in sections, a large area of farmland matured for harvest every day.

City Hall assigned over two thousand people to the farmland, bustling with activity each day.

Lear didn’t pay much attention to the farmland, as a mature mode of planting, harvesting, drying, and storing had already formed.

Moreover, under his control of the swamp, no natural disasters would occur, and as long as things proceeded step by step, the fields would be well cultivated.

What tickled his interest was the Venus Flytrap.

Currently, this plant capable of producing nectar had expanded to 300 acres.

Two hundred acres were still seedlings, in growth.

The rest had grown four meters tall, forming a dense forest-like thicket.

Upon approaching, Lear immediately saw staff harvesting nectar.

They propped ladders up to the flytrap’s mouths, lowered wooden buckets, then lifted them up.

Effortlessly, they filled a large bucket.

It appeared as easy as drawing water from a well.

From afar, one could smell the sweet scent of nectar, with bees buzzing around, attracted by the fragrance.

Behind were storage jars woven from vines, and the nectar was poured into them.

It didn’t take long to fill a jar, and soon someone would come to load it onto a cart.

Once ten jars were filled, an ox cart would head straight to the vine train station, place the honey jars on it, and once a train was fully loaded, it would depart to transport it back to the territory.

The entire process was incredibly smooth and seamless.

There were no blockages.

Lear was greatly satisfied.

Mature Venus Flytrap plants could produce about 10 liters of nectar daily, and with this hundred-acre scale, the daily yield was astonishing.

Lear felt as if he had acquired a rubber plantation, a continuously flowing resource.

The only pity was that trade with the outside world was no longer possible; otherwise, how many resources could this have exchanged for?