After the war ended, the swamp returned to tranquility, with only the conspicuous traces on the city walls revealing what had transpired before.

Lear looked at the chaotic battlefield with a calm expression.

Although the army of the Master of Dark Crows was numerous, its quality was far inferior to that of Weilu City.

If the Master of Dark Crows hadn’t intervened, he wouldn’t have needed to participate.

Realizing this, continuing the war held no meaning, as the enemy was not strong enough to test the limits of Weilu City.

It was a pity about those hundreds of thousands of corpses, as they had been corrupted by the Power of the Dark Crow and could no longer be used to cultivate the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

The Power of the Dark Crow is extremely evil and bizarre, difficult to eradicate with ordinary means.

Lear thought for a moment, then moved on impulse, directly controlling the swamp to gather the corpses together, and opened a space rift beneath the swamp to transfer them all to the Swamp Divine Kingdom.

In the next moment, the Land of Crimson Rot bubbled, swallowing all of these corpses and beginning to digest their flesh and energy.

The evil aura of the Master of Dark Crows began to spill out but was instantly obliterated by supreme rules.

Within the Divine Kingdom, the swamp rules reign supreme.

Not even the most evil energy could stir waves.

As hundreds of thousands of corpses dissolved into nothing, the energy reserves of the Land of Crimson Rot surged.

The Power of the Dark Crow was also forcibly annihilated by the Divine Kingdom, leaving no hidden danger.

Having completed all of this, Lear felt considerably better.

This battle, having been warned by intelligence beforehand, allowed him to guard against it with no losses, instead unexpectedly gaining a wave of abundant flesh energy, somewhat profiting.

Having completed all of this, Lear suddenly thought of something, his gaze shifting to the Bronze Throne occupied by the Dark Crow Commander.

At this moment, the wide Bronze Throne had crashed into the swamp, with most of it sunk underground.

Yet, one could feel that the aura emanating from this thing was quite extraordinary.

Focusing his gaze, its attribute panel emerged in his mind.

Bronze Throne

Level: Half-Divine Artifact

Traits: A throne cast from the bones of the Abyss Bronze Dragon, capable of bearing part of a Divine Spirit’s power, allowing divine power or a portion of soul will to be infused into it for temporary storage. When needed, this portion of power can be granted to the person sitting on the Bronze Throne for use.

Evaluation: The Abyss Bronze Dragon is born a demigod, and upon becoming an elder dragon, will ascend to a Divine Spirit with weak divine power, extremely powerful. This throne is made from the bones of an elder Bronze Dragon.

Lear’s eyes lit up.

Well now, this thing is actually a half-divine artifact?!!

No wonder the Dark Crow Commander insisted on carrying it... not just for show.

Additionally, its traits are quite special, offering little personal enhancement for him but having significant potential if used well.

It can absolutely be placed in some important location; in the event of an emergency, if he doesn’t have time to return, it would be a great asset.

Or it can be used to set up traps; outsiders would sense no strong enemies, only to be slaughtered after entry using this... Just thinking about it suggests many uses, depending on development.

At the very least, like the Dark Crow Commander, to have someone carry it around isn’t unfeasible.

Accepted, accepted.

Before long, a huge Bronze Throne quietly appeared in the City Hall.

This made the staff’s eyes sparkle continuously...

The next day, on the morning of May 8, Weilu City was calm.

Repelling the Dark Crow Army’s victory had raised resident morale high, and production in the Underground City was booming, with the army resting in readiness on the earth’s surface.

Upon waking, Lear thought of yesterday’s battle, feeling an undefined unease.

Though the threat of the Master of Dark Crows was suppressed, the name Tyrant Monarch lingered indelibly.

This Abyssal Evil God, from whom Kalanis seized 40% of the Authority of Tyranny, would not rest easily.

The Dark Crow Commander’s dying proclamation that "The Tyrant Monarch offers counsel to my master" was like a thorn, stuck in his flesh.

If this guy has a chance, it’s best to eliminate him early.

Better safe than sorry.

The two sides had long been mortal enemies, with no chance for reconciliation.

But hunting a Divine Spirit is not so simple... perhaps it’s time to visit the Goddess of Misfortune again.

This giant, alive since the dawn of creation, has executed dozens of Divine Spirits and has quite a rich experience in hunting them.

At that moment, a violent trembling came from the Original Plane.

Lear’s heart stirred, his gaze growing extremely grave.

Kalanis’s disturbance!!

With a furrowed brow, he immersed his consciousness in the Original Plane, attaching to the Dark Night Hunter in Kalanis.

The scenery abruptly changed as he appeared on the walls of Kalanis.

The sight before him caused his heart to sink... a mass of crimson mist slowly coagulated, emitting a fierce tyrannical aura.

From within the mist came a deep growl, as if countless angry souls were screaming.

Sending shivers down his spine. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Space rifts tore around, pouring out countless blood-colored figures.

Standing three meters tall, wielding long spears burning with Abyssal Demon Flame, covered in spikes, crowned with a single horn, their eyes bloody red.

Their muscles armored like steel, hideous and terrifying.

Abyssal creatures——Tyrant Demon!

Lear’s gaze was icy.

Tyrant Monarch!!

As if summoned by thought!

This Evil God, not only striking on the Main Plane, but also stabbing him in the back on the Original Plane!

The Tyrant Demons were uniformly at Level 15, clearly handpicked as sharp blades by the Tyrant Monarch.

Lear swiftly sensed that the rules of the Original Plane were twisted by an eerie power, the Tyrant Monarch using the Power of the Abyss to forcibly tear open rule gaps, allowing this army to invade.