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Chapter 782 - 331: First Intelligence Update After Ascension, 5-Star Intel! (Part 2)
He thought of an earlier piece of information: the faith Firina was promoting in Lorand City was quite unique.
Is this uniqueness the Rose Canon?
In the face of the law, everyone is equal. In a fantasy world, wanting to restrain the divine spirits?
Indeed, it’s unique enough.
This isn’t an easy path to tread.
Lear couldn’t help but feel that this dazzling flower of the Northern Territory was always so unexpected.
Back then, above Lorand City, in the Broken God of Combat’s arena, shattering the Beastman God’s image was one thing; planning to hunt the Beastman God was another. Now, it’s even more exaggerated.
With her intelligence and wit, ascending to godhood would be effortless for her. Naturally, she is aware of the consequences of doing so, yet she remains undeterred.
One cannot help but hold her in high regard.
Perhaps, that’s the most charming aspect of that Northern flower.
Continuing to look at the third piece of information—
The Centaur God’s army will arrive at the Long Thorn Mountain Range on June 4, and the Wild Pantheon has already set its sights on the temple he controls.
This piece of information immediately alerted him.
The Wild Pantheon is an enormous pantheon, containing no fewer than sixteen divine spirits, the most powerful being the Master of the Pantheon—an immortal entity controlling the divine offices of wandering and hunting.
Powerful divine power.
Although the Wild Pantheon is rather loosely managed, if they were to unify their focus, the power they could unleash would be astounding.
No wonder they are not intimidated by the Goddess of Misfortune.
Lear felt a headache coming on, just having thought of this, and now reality strikes...
June 4th, only a few days left.
He must prepare for war.
Moreover, he must take control of all temples within these few days.
He doesn’t want any unexpected incidents!
Fourth, 3-star information... The main plane’s rules will continue to loosen, accelerating the integration of dimension planes. Abyssal creatures below level 15 will be able to enter the main plane.
And there won’t be any significant cost.
After reading this piece of information, Lear immediately sensed a coming storm of bloodshed.
Although he had premonitions of the world’s great upheaval and had already been preparing in advance...
Receiving confirmed information still caused his heart to jolt.
This is not a mere monster invasion but the most evil, dark, and brutal planes of the world, all connecting to the main plane.
This signifies an extremely terrifying storm.
The entire main plane will be plunged into turmoil and chaos.
Fortunately, only creatures below level 15 are allowed, or else... he couldn’t imagine what forces in the main plane could do to resist.
Perhaps, surrendering to the divine spirits and seeking their protection is the only option?
Taking a deep breath amidst complex emotions, he turned to the final, most explosive orange, 5-star information—
The God of Slaughter, buried within the Long Thorn Mountain Range?!
And only over a hundred kilometers away from Katana?!
Lear’s eyes widened suddenly, his breath quickening.
The God of Slaughter!
This is a pure combat element divine spirit, on par with the War God in terms of combat strength!
However, being the God of Slaughter, it leans more towards the Dark Faction.
Such a divine spirit buried right at Katana’s doorstep—this could be a matter of life and death!
Excavating a divine spirit’s body could yield enormous benefits!
Moreover, since the fall of the God of Slaughter, no new God of Slaughter has appeared.
This implies that perhaps its divine format, authority, and even divine artifact still linger within.
Just thinking about it sends shivers down the spine.
Deep breath taken, he did not hesitate to sink his consciousness into his mind, directly connecting with Isa’s soul mark.
"Isa, 180 kilometers east of Katana, there is a dark red mountain where the God of Slaughter is buried."
"Immediately dispatch an army to seal the surroundings and conduct a secret excavation."
"Don’t waste the soil, it’s all stained with the God of Slaughter’s seeping blood."
"Keep this matter absolutely confidential."
Isa, currently in Katana, received the command in her mind, her heart trembling violently, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.
A divine spirit buried in the Long Thorn Mountain Range?
And such a terrifying existence as the God of Slaughter?
After regaining her composure, she immediately realized the importance and urgency of this information.
Without delay, she mobilized five battalions of Crowned Eagle-horned Beast Knights and four battalions of Cold-blooded Cavalry, instructing Bubble Beast to assist in deploying troops.
Within just two hours, the entire army reached the burial site of the God of Slaughter.
Simultaneously sealing off dozens of kilometers surrounding it.
No one was allowed to enter.
Those villagers who hadn’t yet moved into Katana were forcibly evacuated immediately.
Following that, over a thousand Ancient Tree Guardians rose from the ground, stationed near the dark red hill.
Furthermore, idle troglodytes were promptly dispatched to commence the excavation of the dark red mountain.
Every bit of soil was collected by Bubble Beast, transported back to the Swamp, and dumped into the Swamp Divine Kingdom via the Gate of Space.
Excavating the mountain with high efficiency.
Upon receiving Isa’s progress report, Lear’s lips curled slightly, his expression becoming somewhat content.
The Goddess of Misfortune sensed the change in his mood, her curiosity piqued.
"Lord Lear, why are you suddenly so happy?"
Lear turned to glance at her, chuckling.
"I received news that a Molten Giant Dragon will appear tomorrow... My territory happens to lack a furnace. I could capture it and use it as a high furnace to forge weapons."
The Goddess of Misfortune remarked curiously.
"Who would’ve thought a Molten Giant Dragon could be used this way... Well, indeed, their biological dragon breath lasts long, quite unlike their kindred."
"But, this isn’t the only reason for your happiness, is it?"
"Indeed, it’s another somewhat special matter... I’ll discuss it with Your Highness once it’s accomplished."
The Goddess of Misfortune nodded and refrained from probing further.
At that moment, Lear seemed to recall something, his voice lowering several degrees.
"Your Highness, the rules of the main plane are about to change... Creatures below level 15 will soon gain direct access to the main plane."
"Creatures from the Abyss, Hell, and Undead Plane included."
The Goddess of Misfortune’s deep eyes suddenly narrowed, her tone turning grave.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes!"
A single word, brief yet powerful, brimming with undeniable confidence.
The gaze of the Goddess of Misfortune flickered uncertainly, but she gave him a deep look finally.
"I never expected that Your Lordship’s mastery over the rules has reached this level..."
She hadn’t yet sensed the main plane rule changes, and this one, just recently controlling authority and condensing a divine format, had outpaced her.
This skill is no ordinary feat.
For a moment, Lear’s youthful face took on a more mysterious shade.
After a brief contemplation, he spoke in a deliberate tone.
"This information holds profound significance for me."
"I must return immediately to make the necessary arrangements."
It’s not merely that outside creatures could enter the main plane – it also signifies... an immense transformation is imminent!
This time she must take the initiative!
With these words, her form dissipated abruptly, turning back into a black and red Flower of Misfortune floating in the sky.
Seeing this, Lear’s expression became stern.
Fortunately, he’d already had Weilu City prepare in advance.
If he’d clung to luck, he would have found himself in chaos by now.
While contemplating, his peripheral vision caught the rose bracelet on his wrist.
Instinctively, he glanced toward the south.
This information should be relayed to Firina.
The Swamp, at least, is shielded by the Land of Mist Death, combined with its unique geographic environment, making it extremely difficult for external creatures to reach Weilu City.
But Lorand City is different – it may instantly become the target of demons, undead, and devils simultaneously.
That Northern flower, who wishes to govern the world by law, faces ten, even a hundred times more pressure than he does!
During his contemplation, he immediately mobilized the mark within him, contacted Kalanis, informing her of this intelligence to notify Firina.
After completing these, he didn’t linger, leaving the Dark Night Hunter he possessed there, while his thoughts instantaneously returned to Weilu City.
His true form couldn’t enter the main plane, but his thoughts faced no such restriction.