Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 883: Chapter 372: Fire of Origin, Can Next Time Refresh 6-Star Intelligence? (2)

When the time comes, see if those big shots can be persuaded to exchange for more practical items...

Forget about the authority of the God of Flames, the other party may be a bit foolish, but they’ve left sufficient room for maneuver.

Bang~

At this moment, the sun in the sky suddenly erupted, radiating endless brilliance.

Torrential waves of terrifying heat surged forward.

Lear was instantly awakened, concentrating his perception.

Currently, the Fire of Origin is interwoven with the sun’s blaze, gradually forming a more terrifying and fierce force.

Meanwhile, the chaos grass on the ground also began to sway, as waves of faint glow surged forth, entering the sun.

The surrounding swamp power was also stirred and began to stream into it.

This wasn’t all; the war intent chains being refined atop the sun became even more dazzling, like a dragon swimming through them, entering directly into the Fire of Origin.

They emitted a joyous feeling amidst the burning.

Simultaneously, the diffuse power from the molten war intent chains also gushed into the flames.

Under the influence of various forces, the Fire of Origin began to change, deeply integrating with the sun.

The light it emitted gradually shifted from the normal flame’s color to the color of moss.

From the spectator’s view, it appeared both frenzied and mysterious, with hints of vitality.

Lear seeing this, was enlightened.

Immediately mobilizing the power of faith within him to infuse into the Fire of Origin.

Supported by the power of faith, the flame seemed to be stoked, and instantly blazed fiercely.

After consuming half of the two million faith power remaining within, the flame finally conveyed a sense of satisfaction.

Then the chaos grass dimmed, reverting to its original state.

The war intent chains returned to tranquility, and the sun ceased to dazzle.

The next moment, the Fire of Origin, burning with moss-like light, slowly descended.

Lear did not feel any scorching heat, but rather an intense sense of intimacy.

He extended his right hand, and the flame fell into his palm.

As if ice and snow melting, it directly transformed into invisibility.

Lear could feel the flame merging into his bloodstream, recondensing in his heart along the blood flow.

Then, like a tree, the flame grew roots, embedding into his heart.

Using his blood as fuel, it burned wantonly.

To Lear’s surprise, the burnt blood became filled with divine power, much purer in energy content than before.

After the seared blood circulated throughout his body, he could feel his limbs and bones becoming more resilient and powerful.

The Fire of Origin was burning the impurities in his blood, enhancing his lineage!

"What a treasure..."

Lear’s eyes were full of delight.

He had not expected this flame to have such an effect.

Fire of Origin, deserving of its name.

This God of Flame and Rekindling was truly a benevolent being; waking up not only did he gift himself, but also offered the Fire of Origin.

When it’s time to kill the other party, he wouldn’t let them suffer; one cut to end it.

Calming down his emotions, he suddenly seemed to recall something and opened the intelligence system.

Seeing the time displayed there, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

December 6th?!

His second promotion took quite some time; logically, he was supposed to awaken on the 5th.

And during his slumber, it was only late September; how did three months pass in the blink of an eye?!

Amidst absorbing divinity, Lear had completely lost track of time.

Thinking of this, his expression became significantly more serious.

With a slight movement of his mind, he immediately connected to the power of faith in his mind, ensuring that the number of believers hadn’t drastically reduced, and the main heroes and army were intact, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He feared most waking up to a major issue in his territory.

Now everything is stable, so there’s no problem.

Regaining focus, he continued to look at the intelligence system in his mind.

These past three months, he missed out on about 20 intelligence refresh opportunities, which was quite unfortunate.

Just then, the intelligence system suddenly revealed a line of pure golden information—

[Detected 20 accumulated refresh opportunities, next intelligence refresh - December 10th, with an extra chance to refresh golden intelligence, this refresh will yield one 6-star intelligence, along with four 5-star intelligence.]

Lear looked at the prompt, his expression became quite fascinating.

The previous refresh opportunities, seemingly didn’t waste a chance...

Next time, being able to get one 6-star intelligence and four 5-star intelligence could be life-changing!

Throughout this past year, he’s only refreshed 6-star intelligence two or three times total?

Every time it was an extremely significant gain.

My heart immediately became excited, finally an opportunity for a big move...

But unfortunately, it won’t refresh until the 10th, we have to wait a few more days.

After slightly calming my emotions, Lear suddenly sensed something, his figure flashed and appeared in the Land of Crimson Rot.

Looking down, he saw on the blood altar that he had personally condensed, several squads of Cold-blooded Cavalry were undergoing enhancement.

A group of enhanced Cold-blooded Cavalry around were continuously throwing flesh near the altar.

As long as the flesh got close to the altar, it would be instantly devoured completely.

And this energy was all infused into the bodies of the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

Every part of the Cold-blooded Cavalry received enhancement, although their level did not increase, their attributes clearly rose.

Their aura became even more fierce and strong.

Endless Three-tailed Pigs were being delivered from afar, and a similarly exaggerated number of Cold-blooded Cavalry intersected with them at the altar.

One enjoyed, the other contributed.

After observing for a moment, Lear directly landed on the ground.

Haggs, who was observing the enhancement process, suddenly sensed the scorching aura that was hotter than the sun.

Upon realizing that Lear had arrived, he excitedly knelt on one knee.

"Sovereign..."

The Cold-blooded Cavalry nearby suddenly snapped back to awareness and excitedly knelt in salute.

Only those Cold-blooded Cavalry queuing for advancement were somewhat slow to react.

These warriors were newly recruited in the past two months, and had not met Lear, nor had his Soul Mark engraved on them.

However, the terrifying pressure penetrating their soul was undeniably real, causing them to shiver and avert their eyes.

Following Haggs, they bowed their heads in submission.

Submitting to strength is in their nature.

Lear nodded, gesturing for Haggs to rise and respond.

He pointed to the Cold-blooded Cavalry with unfamiliar auras.

"When were these recruited?"

Haggs hurriedly replied.

"Your Majesty, these are Lizard-men sent by Princess Firina, but they can also be advanced into Cold-blooded Cavalry."

Firina?

Lear nodded, during this retreat he wondered how that flower of the Northern Territory was developing on the Original Plane?

Her path, compared to his, is much more challenging.

"How many are there?"

"A total of forty thousand, half have already undergone enhancement at the blood altar."

"What about the other Cold-blooded Cavalry?"

"They’ve all been enhanced, and are currently stationed at Katana... Sovereign, the total number of Cold-blooded Cavalry has now reached 170,000!"

Haggs’ tone obviously grew excited.

Recalling over a year ago, when the Sovereign led him and hundreds of Wetland Lizard-men to clumsily develop the Wilderness.

At that time, he was just a Level 6 ordinary Lizard-man, powerless against Level 7 or 8 Wilderness Blood Thieves.

Who would have thought that in just over a year, he could now command over 170,000 Cold-blooded Cavalry!

These are Cold-blooded Cavalry, legendary soldiers among Lizard-men!

And they are advanced, Level 15 4 Star soldiers!

If he were to tell his past self about the current situation, he wouldn’t believe it even if he were told the sky was going to fall.

It’s too surreal.

Lear nodded in satisfaction.

170,000, that’s no small number.

Moreover, after enhancement, the combat power of these Cold-blooded Cavalry is off the charts!

If Katana faces enemy assaults again, he’ll definitely make them understand what Heavy Armor Warrior and Ace Heavy Cavalry mean!

"Speaking of Firina, do you have any intelligence regarding her?"

Upon hearing this, Haggs’ eyes grew serious, and he reported the intelligence of recent events in Rose City, concluding.

"Princess Firina has now become a critical force on the Original Plane... But I have a feeling this will cause even fiercer wars in the future."

Mortal deities, this is shocking enough, and Firina’s revealed ambition further catches the eyes of the Divine Spirits.

In her weakness, perhaps no one paid attention, but the formidable strength Rose City has revealed, the attention it attracts is imaginable.

Lear nodded, admiring that flower of the Northern Territory.

Her actions, truly significant.

While he rapidly grows, she hasn’t fallen behind one bit.

Coming to his senses, he focused his attention on the swamp.

"How has the territory been developing recently, give me a detailed report..."