Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 411 - 187: Surprising Discovery, Power of Faith

Chapter 411: Chapter 187: Surprising Discovery, Power of Faith

At this moment, it was as if the entire world was left with only the silhouette of Lear.

With his feet on the ground and head toward the sky, everything around revolved around him.

The towering mountains seemed trampled under his feet, giving an infinite sense of oppression.

"Isa, sing of the eternal night..."

A faint, undeniable voice echoed in the ears of the Dark Night Elf.

Isa’s mind trembled, only feeling a great majesty rushing in, like a distant Divine Spirit gazing indifferently at her soul.

It penetrated the bloodline, shaking the soul.

The reverence in her heart grew even stronger.

Immediately, she began to sing loudly.

The clear sound was elegant and melodious, soothing the soul.

The surrounding vegetation, as though like last night, began to come alive.

The Treants behind were no exception.

Lear’s gaze was deep, directly mobilizing the Swamp’s power, converging it.

Covering the Treants ahead.

The Treants transformed into Ancient Tree Guardians, which originally required the Spiritual Pointing of Granny Green and the Activation of the Dark Night Elf.

But after last night’s soul immersion in the swamp, he gained new control over his Authority.

Now, he could directly transform Treants into Ancient Tree Guardians without the need for other forces to intervene.

He is the Sovereign of the swamp, the sole ruler!

In that moment, the scene Lear displayed was vast and grand.

The dense Magic Power around flowed like a tide, causing waves of magic mist to rise in the sky, mixed with surging Life Energy.

The swamp is a synonym for mystery, moisture, danger, and life.

It possesses all sorts of unpredictable powers.

The nearby inhabitants suddenly felt a special power pouring in from the outside.

Like the wind of spring, full of life energy.

Many chronic ailments and old injuries within them were cleansed and healed, silently recovering more than half.

The entire territory’s residents benefited from this at this moment.

About ten residents who happened to pass by witnessed this scene, feeling the changes within themselves, and shockingly knelt to the ground, bowing to Lear.

This is a means only a Divine Spirit can wield!!

"Your Majesty..."

"Lord, your glory will spread across the entire Main Plane."

"Praise be to you!"

In the presence of a holy manifestation, the respect of these residents surged again, and their eyes carried a distinct fervor.

As if looking at the Divine Spirit they believed in.

They even wished to rush forward and kiss the hem of Lear’s shoes.

Lear ignored them, for he was focusing on mobilizing the power of the swamp to elevate the Treants.

Simultaneously, he imprinted their souls with a unique Soul Mark.

Absolute loyalty, never betraying.

Vast power surged in, the Treants plunged their roots into the ground, and their trunks began to swell like balloons, growing taller.

The branches swayed, and new leaves sprouted in abundance, lush and vibrant.

The breath of life gradually became rich and steady.

The entire transformation process lasted a full hour.

Noticing the power within them gradually stabilizing, Lear waved his hand, dispersing the power of the swamp.

Mobilizing the Swamp Power to enhance the Treants’ Potential and Level was quite consuming.

But he could sense that the power expended was only a small part of this vast swamp over hundreds of kilometers, and it was swiftly recovering.

Lear now had a new understanding of the power of Authority.

Authority is a part of the world’s rules, controlling it means controlling that part of the world’s rules.

How to use these rules is entirely up to the master.

Whether to promote subordinates with surrounding power or to unleash a mighty disaster to kill the enemy, all is self-determined.

As Kalanis said, to tame Authority and make it submit, rather than being influenced by Authority, becoming its slave...

With these thoughts, the surrounding energy rose again, this time not flowing outward but madly pouring into Lear’s body.

In just a few breaths, the Swamp’s power fell by a notch.

Lear felt the power within him exaggeratedly surging, like a raging tsunami.

Looking at the panel, his Level unexpectedly leapt from Level 11 to Level 14.

A rapid ascent of 3 levels!!

Taking a deep breath, feeling the surging power, his gaze became fervent.

His Level had been stuck for so long; it turned out his control over Authority and understanding of the Swamp was insufficient.

It’s his first time as a god, lacking experience... but now finding the correct path is not too late.

He was secretly delighted.

Once he fully controls the power of the swamp, even reaching the Extraordinary is within reach.

This is the power a god should possess!

Starting at a different point, it was natural that the method of promotion would also be different from ordinary people.

Regaining his focus, his gaze landed on the Treants that had ascended to Ancient Tree Guardians amid Isa’s song of the eternal night.

Full of joy.

"Isa, join the King of Naga to devise the next defense plan, and arrange for the placement of these Ancient Tree Guardians."

Adding these 70, the total number of turrets in hand reached 120, a full 12 squads.

Though their number was no match for the Cold-blooded Cavalry and Dark Night Elves, their role was strategic, irreplaceable by other troops!

"As you wish!"

Isa nodded gladly.

As a lifeform long living in the Underworld, her understanding of war was beyond ordinary reach.

As a Dark Night Elf, she also had deep insights into the Treants, further able to exploit their Traits.

After Isa went about her tasks, Lear seemed to sense something, turning his gaze towards the few residents kneeling towards him.

He just sensed a weak yet very unique energy.