Chapter 897: Chapter 378: Authority of Life Acquired, A New Target_2
After calming down, he extended his right hand, and the vast Power of Faith surged forth.
Directly infused into the statue.
Without the protection of the Lake God, the statue was directly covered by Swamp Power.
The river mussel shells quietly fell off around, revealing specks of moss which rapidly grew and spread until the entire temple was covered in thick, dark moss.
Once the entire temple was under control, Lear didn’t stop injecting the Power of Faith; instead, he increased the intensity.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes... a whole hour passed.
The Power of Faith expended 3 million, yet the temple was like a black hole, continuing to devour without end.
When the injected Power of Faith reached 5 million, finally, a tender green light appeared inside the statue.
Filled with vibrant vitality, like a newborn child.
Lear felt a surge of joy in his heart and immediately directed the power.
Under the response of the Power of Faith, it directly infused into his body, merging into his soul.
A feeling of soaking in warm water suddenly rose, and Lear let out a comfortable moan.
It was the pleasure penetrating the soul, like a deluxe spa for the soul, soaring with delight.
Once that surge entered, the weak power already within Lear instantly merged with it, completely fusing together.
The vigorous Life Energy surged within, clearing away accumulated fatigue, restoring him to peak condition.
With a slight thought, his consciousness returned to the Swamp Divine Kingdom.
Upon opening his eyes again, he felt his soul had undergone transformation once more.
Though not as obvious or exaggerated as the promotion to Medium Divine Power, the change seeped into the soul and was equally not to be underestimated.
Strong, powerful, full of vitality.
If an enemy attacks his soul, if the previous resistance was 100, now it’s 150!
It’s that exaggerated.
He took a few deep breaths to barely calm his mood, then opened the Attribute Panel with expectant excitement.
Scanning around, he immediately stopped at the Authority section.
The Life Authority above had undergone noticeable changes.
Originally only a meager 0.1%, now it had risen to—3%!
Though still pitifully low compared to the absolute control over the Swamp and Wetlands Authorities, but... it’s goddamn Life Authority!
At the beginning of creation, the most crucial two authorities were life and death.
One represents the beginning, one the end; it’s a cycle.
Even 1% of the Life Authority holds unfathomable power.
Currently, the Life Authority is scattered among dozens of Divine Spirits, not fully controlled by one.
Even the Life Goddess has only grasped about 60%.
To fully control the Life Authority is almost equivalent to possessing part of the Creator God’s power.
After the Creator God went into slumber, it’s impossible for any single Divine Spirit to fully control it again.
3% is already considerably good; at least now, he can wield a portion of the Life Authority’s power.
Use it to heal his subordinates’ wounds, or even reverse vitality is no longer a problem.
Even if the opponent’s soul is injured, he can heal it!
He couldn’t help but feel delighted.
At this moment, he suddenly sensed something else and looked around.
Right now, the vegetation in the Swamp Divine Kingdom had noticeably become more lush and vibrant, as if touched by the spring breeze.
Almost overflowing.
Clearly, this has the most direct correlation with the Life Authority.
Moreover, in the Submerged Reed Beds in Mire Swamp, the contained life aura also became rich simultaneously.
This treasure left by the first Swamp God is a sanctuary for healing wounds, even capable of healing the soul of Divine Spirits!
The Life Authority perfectly aligns with it, hence obtaining enhancement at this moment.
Even ordinary plants in the swamp, their vitality surged as a result.
Feeling this, Lear’s mood became very joyful.
As the god of the swamp, his strength also leads the entirety of the swamp to become stronger.
If he could promote to the level of the Goddess of Misfortune, he might even shower grace upon every swamp in the world.
This is god, the supreme god!
With cheerful emotions, Lear planned to return to the Original Plane to handle matters ahead.
But at this moment, suddenly a streak of light surged up from the ground, forming a corporeal figure before him.
Upon close examination, he saw the Spider God with the lower half of a spider and a human torso standing out of thin air.
This Divine Spirit that reassembled its fragmentary soul had been quietly recovering over the past few months, now evidently with impressive results, its body now fully solid.
Though still a considerable gap compared to flesh and blood, it already possessed the due majesty of a Divine Spirit.
"Greetings, Lord God..."
Looking at the Spider God, whose face appeared to be in his early thirties with long hair draping over his shoulders, Lear spoke with interest.
"Looks like your recent recovery has been quite successful..."
The Spider God also revealed a smile.
"Lord God, in at most six months, I’ll be able to reassemble a Divine Body!"
This newly revived Spider God retained none of the consciousness of its former self, only fragments of memory, essentially constituting a brand new life.
Yet with the prayers of followers, its wisdom remained unimpaired.
"Very good, do you need any more assistance?"
"Lord God... Last week during communication with followers, I discovered a Plane inhabited by numerous Spider Boggarts."
"I want to personally visit and gather all those Spider Boggarts as followers..."
The Spider Race includes various creatures, but primarily takes the forms of spider humanoids and spiders.
Among them, those in spider form primarily worship Spider Queen Rose, and similarly, seventy percent of spider humanoids are followers of Rose... Calculating, the Spider God holds only a very small share of followers within the Spider Race.
However, the Spider God has its own loyal race—the Spider Boggarts.
Yet, compared to the renowned Rose, relying solely on these is completely inadequate, with an enormous gap.
Thus, the Spider God is all the more unwilling to let it slip by.
Lear nodded.
"Then go ahead, but remember to be cautious. Rose certainly hasn’t ceased her surveillance of you."
Previous intelligence indicated Rose discovered the Spider God’s revival in the swamp but dared not act rashly due to the Goddess of Misfortune.
However, if the opponent leaves the swamp, giving Spider Queen a chance, then it’s uncertain.
The Spider God nodded solemnly.
"Understood, Lord God, I’ve prepared a response..."
He surely wouldn’t let the Lord God down, as other Divine Spirits in the Swamp Pantheon are advancing rapidly, none can afford to lag behind.
Soon, the Spider God didn’t linger; after tearing open the void, he vanished from the Divine Kingdom.
Witnessing this, Lear’s mood improved even further.
This is how it should be, with his subordinates busy with their respective tasks.
Striving upwards.
Everyone working together diligently, Weilu City is bound to thrive.
Staying in Weilu City leads to little prospect; expanding territory is the correct path.
In the coming days, Lear became busy again.
First, he submerged the temple left by the Lake God back underwater, leaving those 20 Ultimate Soldiers for protection.
The villagers from the fishing village were collectively brought back to Katana.
Once the level cap of the Original Plane rises to Level 18, these undiscovered villages and towns will inevitably be affected.
High Tier beings have endless means, far superior to Level 15 soldiers.
Leaving them means they fall into others’ hands unnecessarily.
Meanwhile, he instructed Kalanis to dispatch scouts to seek suitable targets for attack.
Katana has passed its initial crisis and should begin expanding.
The current defensive force is already sufficient to handle most threats!
He needs more Ancient Human followers, needs to seize more temples...
For instance, the Wild Pantheon north of the Long Thorn Mountain Range, is a very fitting target.
The two sides have already borne enmity, especially after executing the Centaur God, reconciliation is impossible.
The current peace is merely both sides covertly amassing power; if not for the pressure from the Goddess of Misfortune... The Wild Pantheon might already be hovering over Mire Swamp.
It’s predictable that when the opponent appears next, it will surely be earth-shattering.
Since this is the case, rather than waiting, preemptively strike, before the Original Plane level cap is lifted, flatten the cities occupied by the Wild Pantheon on the Original Plane, sever their tendrils!
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