Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system.

After receiving a response from Calanis, Lear felt at ease and re-entered Catanaro.

Controlling the vine body, he flew directly to the site where the God of Slaughter was being excavated.

The night sky of the Longthorn Mountains was shrouded in mist, and the air was a bit chilly. The torches at the excavation site swayed in the wind, illuminating the busy figures of the cave dwellers.

Over time, the mountain has been flattened and started to dig into the ground.

Looking over, one could see that a huge deep pit had appeared at the excavation site, with dark red soil piled up all around and a faint smell of blood in the air.

These soils stained with the blood of God will then be transported back to the Swamp Kingdom by the Bubble Beast and dumped.

The Scarlet Carrion Land will absorb it and turn it into pure energy. This is all essence and none of it can be wasted.

All around, thousands of tall and strong ancient tree-man guardians are rooted in the earth, their bodies forming a natural barrier, guarding this place firmly.

The Crowned Hippogriff Knight circled in the air, alert to any possible movement.

When Lear arrived, the goddess of doom was gazing solemnly at the earth.

He noticed that there was something wrong with the other party's aura and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, have you found anything?"

The goddess of misfortune did not look back, her eyes fixed on the deep pit.

"You've come just in time. The aura of the God of Slaughter is getting stronger and stronger. It will be dug out tomorrow at the latest."

"But I sensed that in addition to the power of the God of Slaughter, there is also a new breath."

"I feel a little uneasy."

Lear's eyes fixed, and he suddenly became alert.

Can it make the goddess of misfortune feel uneasy?!
This is not a good thing.
"Your Highness, can you tell where that aura comes from?"

The Goddess of Misfortune frowned slightly and looked deeply at the bottom of the pit.

"Chaotic, but not pure. It's like the remnants of some ancient existence. It's somewhat similar to the Chaos Grass in your hand, but more violent and carries a flavor of destruction."

"The God of Slaughter fell in those days, most likely due to a fight with a being in the chaos."

Lear raised his brows slightly.

"Your Highness, is it related to the bone fragment tainted with the power of chaos?"

Hearing the reminder, the Goddess of Misfortune nodded and shook her head.

"Although the Chaos Power below has the same origin as it, it is not a single entity. The one inside is more powerful."

"The opponent of the God of Slaughter back then was probably not ordinary. He might be a creature at the level of an ancient god."

"Ancient God?"

Lear's eyes fixed.

The shadow of the ancient god that I encountered when I went deep into the abyss with the goddess of doom appeared in my mind.

The immortal creature that was suppressed to the bottom of the abyss by the God of Creation, just the shadow of it made the Goddess of Doom feel like facing a formidable enemy.

Moreover, the blood of the ancient gods flows in Kalanis' body. If the God of Slaughter had fought with such a being, the place where he fell might hide even greater secrets.

The Goddess of Misfortune's tone became serious.

"When the divine body is unearthed tomorrow, be careful."

"Although there is not much of this chaotic power left, once it gets out of control, it will cause unpredictable consequences. I will guard it myself."

"If you need to have the power to kill, be prepared."

Lear nodded.

"I have my own path. My subordinates are more suitable for holding the power of killing."

Hearing this, the Goddess of Misfortune looked at him with a little surprise.

"This is the authority that can become a powerful divine power. Are you sure you want to give it up?"

Lear smiled.

“It is the people who are powerful, not the authority.”

His attitude coincides with that of Karanis.

The goddess of misfortune looked at him with appreciation.

“You really did go your own way.”

Even among powerful gods, there are not many who can withstand the temptation of wielding new power.

And those who are determined all possess great power.

You can't digest too much when you bite off more. The more power you have, the better it is. The key is quality.

On the morning of June 6th, in the city of Dew.

A golden light streaked across the sky.

Clad in pure gold armor, with her fighting spirit burning like a flame, Calanis descended onto the city wall.

Her aura was several times more powerful than when she left, and she exuded a terrifying pressure with every step she took, causing the space around her to become sluggish.

The cold-blooded cavalry on the city wall felt as if they were being stared at by an ancient dragon the moment they saw her.

My hair stood on end and my back felt cold.

Even if they knew they were their companions, they would subconsciously tighten their grip on their weapons.
When Lear heard the news, he immediately returned to the City of Dew from Catanaro.

Recall him to the City Hall for an interview.

The moment the two met, they looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

Kalanis's somewhat cold expression softened as if by the breeze.

Be the first to salute by holding your chest.

"Good day, my lord"

Lear glanced over her armor, feeling its surging power, and admired it.

"No need to be polite. You have gained a lot from Philena?"

He knew it the moment the other party took control of the contract, but he didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain this time.

Calanis nodded slightly, with a complex look in her eyes.

"Her Highness Philena is truly an admirable person."

"All the gods in Luolan City have been cleared out, and I have seized 60% of the authority from the God of Contract."

"but……"

She paused, her voice low.

"Philena enforced the Rose Code and used the law to drive out all the gods, which will definitely lead to a counterattack."

Philena's ideals are noble, but if she challenges the bottom line of the gods, she will sooner or later be irritated by those immortal beings.

But this catastrophe needs Philena to go through it personally, otherwise how can she tame the gods and rule the world with laws? !
Lear said slowly.

"She must have been prepared in advance. If she needs our help at that time, she will help us."

He had great faith in the flower of the North.

We didn’t talk much about this and let’s get to the point at hand.

"How are you doing now? Can you adapt to the new authority you have acquired?"

“It still needs to be stabilized.”

"The power of killing is extremely overbearing. If you fail, you will be retaliated. Do you need to wait for a few days?"

A strong fighting spirit flashed in Kalanis's eyes.

"No need, I am confident that I can control it."

"My lord, your warriors are never afraid of a challenge."

Lear smiled.

"Don't try to be brave."

Calanis looked up.

"Trust me, my Lord."

The words are light, but their weight is heavy.

Lear nodded happily.

He admired this confident attitude.

Afterwards, he had a long chat with the other party and gained a direct understanding of what he had done in Loran City.

Use the soul of the gods as a whetstone to sharpen your own soul.

He was full of praise for Calanis.

How many people can have such courage?! The other party's adventure also reaped extraordinary benefits. Not only did he gain new authority, but his level also reached the peak of level 24.

He was only one step away from truly becoming a god.

Using data to describe it, maybe it means you are only one point away from leveling up.
And if he can successfully take control of the power to kill this time, becoming a true God will be a natural thing.

After the conversation, Lear condensed a vine body again and let Calanis deposit her soul in it.

At the same time, his original body was sealed in the swamp kingdom of God.

Without the restraints of her body, if Karanis fought solely by willpower, she would definitely be a powerful being who could rank at the top.

In order to prevent any accidents, Lear did not stay long and took the other party directly to the burial place of the God of Killing.

When the Goddess of Doom saw Calanis, she didn't say anything, but the admiration in her eyes was clearly visible.

If this warrior were to take charge of the power of killing, there would be no problem. The determination of Kalanis's will was unprecedented in her life.

And with Lear's full support, it is only a matter of time before the other party becomes a strong man.

Time passed quietly.

Surprisingly, the God of Slaughter was not dug up that day.

Because the further you go down, the harder the ground becomes, until it becomes as hard as steel and even a shovel can produce sparks.

The mining speed of troggs has been significantly reduced.

But at the same time, he could also feel that the pressure emanating from the body of the God of Slaughter was becoming increasingly intense.
The atmosphere became tense.

On June 6, the intelligence was refreshed, but this time there was nothing valuable.

Lear simply ignored it.

No. 16, No. 17. Three days passed and the excavation continued. Lear could feel that within this week, he would definitely see the body of the God of Slaughter.

The breath of killing power was almost overflowing.
At the same time, in the Swamp God Kingdom, the ritual of refining the chains of fighting spirit is still going on.

The golden chains rolled in the sun, and the blazing power of rules continued to burn its invisible body.

The power of faith is like a trickle of water, repairing the damage.

The hazy glow of the Chaos Grass merged into the golden light, quietly accelerating the chain's transformation. Fine inscriptions began to emerge on the surface, exuding a deep and mysterious aura.

In the process of helping to refine the Chains of War, the Chaos Grass also became more and more closely integrated with the Swamp Divine Kingdom.

The roots of Chaos Grass extend for thousands of meters and penetrate into the deepest part of the earth.

What made Lear even more excited was that the two new flower buds of the Chaos Grass had gradually grown.

The next bloom is no longer far away.

He had a vague feeling that this treasure that gave birth to the goddess of misfortune and the goddess of luck would bring him even greater surprises.

On June 6, the missionary plan was still in full swing.

After the success of Limestone Village ignited the flame of faith, the fanatics began to frantically attack cities and plunder land. In the corners of the wilderness, unknown caves, remaining underground spaces, and even in the hidden corners of the dimensional plane, statues of the Swamp Cult were rising from the ground.

The Vatican's Congregation for Faith does not expand arbitrarily, but strictly screens the sources of prayer.

Ensure that the consumption of the power of faith is controllable.

As a result, the quality of the newly acquired believers was extremely high, far exceeding expectations.

In order to ensure the expansion of faith, Lear was generous and ordered the airdrop of supplies to tribes with great potential and needs.

Swamp wheat, moonlight mushrooms, and three-tailed pig jerky became the most popular gifts, and some tribal leaders even had their strength greatly increased.

These tangible gifts made the name of the Swamp God spread rapidly, and the number of believers soared at an astonishing rate.

On the evening of June 6, after nearly a week of dissemination, the daily increase in the power of faith exceeded 18 million, and the total number of believers approached 150 million, among which the proportion of devout believers increased from about 400% to 10%.

Among the new believers, there are endless fanatics who not only spontaneously organize prayer ceremonies, but also constantly try to preach to surrounding forces.

For a time, there seemed to be a tendency for a single spark to start a prairie fire.

In the early morning of June 6, the atmosphere at the excavation site was extremely tense.

The ancient treeman guardians were on full alert, and the crowned eagle knights were lined up in neat rows.

The caveman dug at the bottom of the pit with a grim look on his face, using all his might with each shovelful of dirt.

The Goddess of Doom was now suspended in mid-air, her breath locked on the bottom of the pit, ready to respond to any unexpected changes at any time.

Because the God of Slaughter's body below has already revealed a finger! !
The horrifying murderous aura gushed in unscrupulously.

If the cave dwellers below were not protected by the black and red power of doom, and the crazy suppression of power by the rules of the original plane.

I'm afraid that he will go crazy in the blink of an eye and become a monster that only knows how to kill.

At this moment, a caveman suddenly dug out a stone, and this time he touched something.

Boom~
Suddenly the earth shook violently.

The ground, as hard as steel, suddenly collapsed, splashing up large amounts of dust.

The cave dwellers who were working had no time to dodge and were directly sucked into it, and hundreds of people were swallowed up.

Exaggerated cracks extended outward from the collapsed area like a spider web.

Everyone's spirits were immediately raised to the extreme, and their eyes were fixed on the pit.

The goddess of misfortune's eyes narrowed.

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly blew from the sky, blowing away the dust.

At this time, the scene below the pit slowly emerged.

Atop the dark red gravel and soil, a corpse emitting a terrifying aura lay on the ground.

The god of killing.

There is no need for too much introduction or description, you can know it just by looking at the other person.

The body of the God of Slaughter is ten meters tall, his skin is dark red, and he exudes a strong bloody smell.

The armor on his body was so badly torn that it looked like rotten wood being trampled back and forth by a carriage, and the exposed skin was covered with dense scars.

Just one look at it can make your scalp tingle.

In front of his chest, a pure golden arm pierced through the room like a sharp blade and tore through his back.

The arm that was torn apart alive was still burning with dark golden flames, releasing terrifying killing waves, and the surrounding air was distorted.

Not far from the body of the God of Slaughter was a headless and armless body, about 8 meters tall at the shoulders, with skin that was completely pure gold.

As if it were made of gold.

The aura it exudes is exactly the same as the arm that pierced through the body of the God of Slaughter.

When the Goddess of Misfortune saw this scene, her pupils shrank sharply.

"Ancient God. Ancient God of Chaos! An Ancient God of Chaos actually fell here!!"

But in an instant he sensed a new breath and said in surprise and doubt.

"No, although this body is mixed with the power of chaos, it is not so strong that it can suffocate people. This is just a mixed-blood ancient god."

"Fortunately, otherwise we would be in big trouble."

When Lear heard this, he came back to his senses.

"Your Majesty, is there any secret in this?"

The Goddess of Doom glanced at Calanis.

"The ancient gods were born in the chaotic void and even the God of Creation could not kill them."

"If we really perish here, we will be tainted by their fate and karma. We will definitely be hated by the ancient gods."

"A half-blooded ancient god, a creature that only has some of the blood of an ancient god in its body is not as strong, and is not considered a companion by the ancient god."

"I didn't expect that the God of Slaughter would end up perishing together with a half-blooded ancient god."

The Goddess of Doom took a deep breath and turned her gaze back to the body of the God of Slaughter.

"The killing power contained in this divine body is very complete. I will help you suppress the aura of the mixed-blood ancient god, and you will take control of it immediately!"

"If you delay, something will happen. The appearance of this kind of authority will definitely change the fate line. Even if the fate line is already in chaos, it will still be triggered."

As the Goddess of Doom finished her voice, Lear looked at Calanis.

"Go."

Calanis took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

Without saying anything, he rolled over and fell into a big pit.

He walked towards the ground step by step, like a mountain god of slaughter.

He came to his head, stretched out his right hand, and slowly pressed it on the top of his head.

The next moment, the unshakable, rock-hard, and stable will entered the body of the God of Slaughter. (End of this chapter)