Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system.

The day after Lear emerged from seclusion, on July 16th, an unexpected figure visited him with lavish gifts.

God of the Lake.

The intersection between this deity and him stemmed from the fact that the other party occupied a temple in the original plane, because a portion of the life authority inside was forcibly seized by him.

However, this deity was quite sensible and did not fight him, but simply withdrew.

They also swore an oath not to infringe upon each other's rights.

Lear had promised the other party that if things went wrong, they could seek his protection.

Unexpectedly, they actually came.

When Lear saw the god of the lake, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He enjoys dealing with intelligent people.

Being able to bend and stretch, and being willing to yield to others when the situation is unfavorable, makes one better than many others.

"Your Majesty Lear, Arsen sends his greetings, and may the swamp prosper forever."

The lake god, dressed in a long blue robe and appearing as a middle-aged man in his forties, was extremely respectful.

Upon seeing Lear, his deep blue eyes were filled with an indescribable amazement.

About half a year ago, he didn't feel much about Lear's promise.

But unexpectedly, in such a short time, the other party has actually advanced to become a main god!!
He had signed a contract with Lear, and could faintly sense Lear's presence through the contract.

At first it was just a threat, then it made him feel breathless, then his soul trembled, and finally, whenever he felt that aura, he felt as insignificant as dust.

Only the Supreme God could give him this sense of oppression!

Realizing that the situation was beyond repair, he didn't hesitate and went straight to seek refuge.

In this chaotic situation, he was all alone and had no chance of holding out, especially since killing a god would grant him their authority.

This left him with absolutely no room to maneuver.

If he hadn't been quick to run, he would have been overthrown and stripped of his power several times.

"Arsen, is there something you need from me this time?"

Without any hesitation, the god of the lake knelt down on one knee.

He bent down from his straight back, his tone sincere and humble.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to join the Swamp God System, become your subordinate, and serve you!"

After months of fierce fighting, the situation has now stabilized.

Without strong connections, rushing to serve someone will only make others more willing to get rid of him and take his power.

On the contrary, Lear, who had signed a contract with him, was able to protect him from harm.

Moreover, based on his previous impressions, the other party was willing to do so.

Looking at the kneeling lake god, Lear spoke calmly.

“Arsen, I enjoy talking to intelligent people. The swamp can accept you, but you need to offer your soul.”

The god of the lake took a deep breath, his gaze hardening.

Without any hesitation, he directly split off a wisp of his soul, which emitted a faint, dark blue light and dissipated from his mind, stopping in front of Lear.

Lear reached out and touched it, immediately taking that wisp of soul under his control.

His expression softened, and his eyes showed much more admiration.

To control this soul means that the other person's life is already under one's control.

Although the methods of gods are unpredictable, the soul remains the most core and fundamental thing, so there is no need to worry about the other party being fickle.

"Arsen, I must say you made a very correct choice."

"You will be glad you did today."

The other party's control over the lake is a perfect match for the swamp.

Letting it manage the swamp's water system is a perfect way to make the most of its resources.

The god of the lake breathed a sigh of relief.

His expression relaxed.

Although we are now under someone else's control, it's still better than losing our lives.

After getting up, he asked repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, what can I do for you now?"

Lear's gaze was deep.

"You've untangled the swamp's water veins and hidden them in its deepest part. Next, we'll face attacks from several pantheons."

"You need to stabilize the swamp's water supply!"

An attack from several pantheons?
The god of the lake was taken aback, feeling a chill run down his spine.

But what's done is done, and there's no going back.

A decisive response.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Seeing the other party's attitude, Lear was somewhat satisfied.

How many ultimate units do you have?

"Your Majesty, a total of 50,000 two-star Tide Destroyers are at your command at any time!"

5, 2-star ultimate units. A few months ago, this number was considered quite good.

But right now, it's not much, much less strong; it's just barely enough.

How large is your divine kingdom?

"One hundred kilometers."

That much?
Lear glanced at Arsen.

Is it too little?

The other party noticed Lear's confusion and said with a hint of shame.

"Your Majesty, for a divine kingdom to grow stronger, it needs to absorb a large amount of dimensional power. My strength is weak, and when I established my divine kingdom, it was only 10 kilometers in area. It is only by chance that it has developed to this point."

Li Er remained silent.

He had never experienced the hardships faced by ordinary deities, so he naturally couldn't comprehend their struggles.

The intelligence system directly told him what to do, thus completing his initial accumulation of knowledge and skills.

Once the snowball started rolling, things progressed very quickly.

Do you have any ore stored up?

"That's quite a lot, I'll bring it up right away!"

The god of the lake was quite decisive; since he had already pledged allegiance to Lear, he should not hesitate.

In this situation, how can he, a newcomer, gain a position in the Swamp pantheon if he doesn't perform well?
Fortunately, he held power over the lake, which was a good fit with the swamp; otherwise, he might not have been accepted by the other party.
“Okay, I’ll have Bain, the chief political officer of the city of Weilu, come and liaise with you. Please cooperate well.”

"Once these trivial matters are finished, I will have the Goddess of Plunder, Bettina, arrange your next task."

Currently, several of the subordinate gods are in the Abyss, while Bettina is stationed in the city of Weilu, clearly more familiar with the territory's defenses.

The god of the lake is only a weak god, and his fighting strength may not be a match for the opponent. Making him obey is not a problem.

The god of the lake immediately agreed respectfully and then turned and went down.

Before long, Bane, who had returned to his middle-aged appearance, arrived with a face full of excitement and led him away.

I was quite excited.

This is a deity coming to seek refuge!

Although the swamp is not lacking in god-level combat power now, its meaning is completely different.

This means that the swamp has now raised a banner among the gods!
Soon, all the lake god's resources were moved out, and surprisingly, there were an unusually large number of precious ores among them!

This excited the blacksmith shops and alchemy workshops. Although they didn't have the metal to make god-slaying mechanical puppets, they could gather enough materials to make a large number of extraordinary alchemical magic puppets.

After this batch of materials was put into storage, the final estimated number of extraordinary alchemical magic puppets that could be made increased to 9!
If all of this production capacity is fully utilized, including what has already been produced, we can produce 14 units.

This is extraordinary level! So much of it appeared at once, even Lear was very satisfied.

Order production to resume at full speed, without any restraint!
After Lear woke up, the entire territory immediately had a leader and became noticeably more active.

Knowing the specific timing of the rule changes, Lear began to operate more boldly.

First, we need to expand our army. Wei Lu City is already at its limit of development, so there's no need to keep an eye on it.

Tulos, who has been exploring the Abyss, and the Flesh Slayer, who occupies a portion of the Undead Plane, still have much room for improvement.

He immediately ordered them to expand their army at all costs, since demons possessed many evil methods that could rapidly increase their strength.

Ascension of flesh and blood, soul sacrifice—these methods can boost strength in a very short time, but the price is—a huge loss of lifespan!

Perhaps their strength increases, but they won't live more than six months or three months.

But given the current situation, surviving for three months would be a good outcome.

Do it!
With Lear's order, the more than twenty abyssal planes occupied by Tulos and his group immediately unleashed a massive number of demons and began a frenzied, cult-like process of enhancement.

The game involves groups of 10 people fighting each other, with the last survivor able to devour the lives and souls of the others to increase their strength.

Although the upgrade process burns souls, a level 15 demon can be directly upgraded to level 19 after the ritual.
Although the price was only four months of lifespan, no one cared, not even the demon itself.

This is often the tactic used by the Grand Duke of the Abyss before facing a life-or-death battle.

However, the Abyss has nothing more than a lot of demons. In just 10 days, by July 25th, Tulos had cultivated an army of 4 million level 19 demons.

If we continue training for another ten days, this number can exceed ten million!

The cost was also extremely high, with tens of millions of demons dying as a result.

However, this is the abyss, where the inherently ferocious demons are extremely cruel and bloodthirsty, and they don't care about death at all.

The ability to reach level 19 has made it highly sought after by countless demons.

Forget about consuming lifespan. In a hellish place like the Abyss, you could die tomorrow. It's never a loss to improve your strength. Besides, as long as you can break through to the extraordinary level within 4 months, you can recover the depletion of your soul.

Although hope is slim, the fact that death is inevitable can offer great comfort to these evil beings.

Meanwhile, the Death God Kingdom of the Flesh and Blood Slaughterers is also frantically resurrecting its army of skeletons.

Low-level skeletons were completely abandoned, and their soul fire was used to strengthen high-level skeleton warriors.

High-ranking undead such as bone dragons and terrifying knights are constantly being born.

Their numbers are no less than those of demons.

As things progressed steadily in all aspects, Lear also took the time to inform the goddess of misfortune of the news.

Upon learning this, the Goddess of Misfortune descended upon the City of Slight Dew once more, looking at him with a rather complicated expression.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, his mood somewhat downcast.

"Perhaps this is the last time we will experience the world as it is now. The integration of the world means that everything will be reshuffled."

Her emotions were complicated as the world she lived in was about to be destroyed.

Before Lear could even offer any words of comfort, the other person had already adjusted their mindset, their expression returning to its usual coolness, and their tone carrying a subtle undertone.

"Lord Lear, if one day I stand against you, I hope you will not hold back."

Sensing the sincerity in the other person's tone, Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Your Highness, why do you say that?"

"I don't know, but I always have a feeling that we will not be accepted by the world."

The goddess of misfortune had a somewhat bewildered look in her eyes.

"Destiny seems to be calling us."

Lear's eyes narrowed slightly.

What others say is meaningless, but this is an immortal being who existed since the beginning of creation, a true supreme god!

Reaching this level grants one an extremely high level of awareness of the future and potential dangers.

Even if the fateline is completely chaotic, it cannot be blocked.

He understands this deeply.

"Your Highness, you..."

"No need to say more, I just hope that day never comes."

The goddess of misfortune suppressed her emotions and smiled at him. This aloof goddess seemed to have removed her mask, revealing a side that was rarely seen by outsiders.

The surrounding space seemed to brighten up, the sunlight became even more radiant, and spring was in full bloom.

Without lingering, the goddess of misfortune departed with a smile, leaving only a pensive Lear behind.

Time continues to pass quickly.

On August 2nd, Lear heard that the city of Loran was besieged by several gods leading ultimate troops.

But the Rose Codex crashed down, annihilating the five gods and leaving not a single ultimate unit alive.
Subsequently, the army stationed on the walls of Loran City was joined by 100,000 Rose Warriors exuding a fierce aura.

At this moment, the population of Loran City has exceeded 20 million.

It was completely exposed to the eyes of the gods.

For the first time, the code of conduct of that flower of the North attracted the attention of a supreme god.

Lear was also amazed by this.

From the very beginning, Philena displayed superhuman strength, executing the orc god with her mortal body before the rules underwent major changes.

That was the first god to fall, thus beginning this great upheaval.

He had a feeling that after the major changes, Loran City might become even more amazing.

8 month 7 number.

Tulos completed the blood sacrifice, and his army of level 19 demons reached a scale of tens of millions.

More than 20 above the extraordinary level!
He directly tore open a spatial rift and led this terrifying army into the divine kingdom of the Flesh and Blood Butcher.

The dimensional plane will collapse on the 10th, but the divine kingdom is not a dimensional plane, but a part of the power of the gods.

As long as the soul has not fallen, the kingdom of God will not be broken.

Meanwhile, several gods in the abyss intervened, using their supreme power to transport a large amount of unmined abyssal mineral veins to the Kingdom of Death.

No special means are needed; simply shatter the earth with violence and then swallow it up with the divine kingdom.

Simple and efficient.

After the army withdrew, those twenty-odd planes were already in a state of utter devastation.

Not only did the demons vanish without a trace, but the earth was also left with a gaping hole.

A scene of the end of the world.

All resources were transferred to the Kingdom of Death and the City of Slight Dew.

8 month 8 number.

All troops that were mining resources outside the swamp returned to their territory, and all residents entered the underground world.

The residents of the Sun Clan tribe also migrated entirely to the muddy swamp.

Meanwhile, the number of 3-star grade three-tailed pigs slaughtered has reached 30 million per month in just a few months.

They were all slaughtered at this moment, leaving only the immature pigs.

The level 18 Cold-Blooded Cavalry was upgraded to level 19 with a massive accumulation of resources.

In the end, the number of level 19 Cold-Blooded Cavalry exploded to 200 million!
The scale is extremely terrifying and exaggerated.

Meanwhile, the Night Elf God, who was not far away, also sensed something and went to the swamp.

"Your Majesty, could you allow the Night Elf capital to relocate to the edge of the swamp? We are willing to be your shield."

Lear looked at the solemn-looking weak god and slowly nodded.

"Sure, but all defense matters must be handled according to instructions!"

"Yes!"

The night elf's spirits lifted, and he felt much more at ease.

It's good to have a big tree to lean on for shade; this is a basic principle.

Only then did I realize that the god of the lake had also come to join me not long ago, and I immediately felt that my choice was absolutely right.

Subsequently, under the control of the night elves, the entire night elf capital city was relocated to the north of the Muddy Swamp.

This city, built from giant trees, is an epic spectacle.

It covers an area with a diameter of over 20 kilometers and is home to millions of night elves.

It relied on the swamp, becoming a sturdy shield.

Seeing this, Lear seemed to be deep in thought, and then went directly to the city of Titan.

After some negotiations, the ancient mythical races, the Thunder Titans, moved the divine city built of thunder to the west of the Mud Swamp that very day.

After several months of development, the number of Thunder Titans has exploded to a thousand, all of them demigods.

Although the quantity is small, the quality is very high.

The Titan King was then elevated to a minor divine power.

Overall, their strength should not be underestimated.

With two shields, each guarding one side, Lear was in a rather good mood.

In this way, all available resources are concentrated in the swamp, and all that remains is to wait for the final moment of upheaval to arrive.

Amidst the intense preparations, the date arrived at August 9th.

late at night.

Lear stood atop the walls of the city of Hidden Dew.

Standing beside him were Tulos, the Flesh Slayer, the Two-Headed Ogre Chieftain, Bettina, Hagus, the God of the Lake, the Night Elf, the Titan King, the Old God of the Goblins, and the God of the Spiders.

There are a total of 10 deities.

Behind the city wall, 220 god-slaying mechanical puppets stood silently.

Within the open spatial rift, the Chaos Angel's gaze remained calm.

Everyone was waiting for that moment to arrive.

The only one absent from the field is Karanis, who has already sent back information that she is seeking to break through to a higher level of divine power.

She wants to take advantage of the moment when the world's rules change to reach that level!

Lear respected Karanis's choice. Karanis's strength had improved rapidly during these months of killing, and he couldn't hinder her growth.

Moreover, the number of Killing Angels that the opponent has accumulated has reached as high as 50!
All three stars!
The strength he possesses is already comparable to that of a veteran, powerful deity.

He also looked forward to seeing what it would be like for the other person after they reached a higher level.

The air was quiet and silent.

No one spoke, silently sensing the unique atmosphere.

The Titan King shrunk to 8 meters tall and stood at the very back.

As a being from ancient mythology, he possessed a higher level of perception of the rules of heaven and earth than ordinary gods.

It is more able to perceive the world's many flaws.

The rules are already under immense, invisible pressure, and are on the verge of collapse.

But seeing the formidable strength around me, I felt much more at ease.

At least, the Titans had powerful allies.
In that oppressive atmosphere, time slowly passed, and finally the hands crossed 12, reaching the early morning of August 10th.

In that instant, the intelligence system in Lear's mind was refreshed once again.

But this time it was unexpectedly unique—

This is the final intelligence update. The world's will is about to completely collapse, and the core of the intelligence system will also crumble as a result.

[Please check the final intelligence—after the world's rules are completely shattered, the mastermind behind everything—the Creator God—will awaken.]

After creating the world, the Creator God was attacked by the gods of the chaotic void, and due to a depletion of power, he fell into an eternal slumber.

Over the endless years, a deep resentment grew within him.

He was resentful, not angry, but filled with hatred for everything!

Why should a creator god, who wields supreme power, be reduced to needing to slumber to preserve his life?!

That emotion nourished the Abyss, making it the most powerful plane outside the main plane, and also empowering the sealed ancient gods.

The creator god created the world with the intention of using it to evolve rules, thereby elevating itself to a higher level. It never imagined that it would fall into an eternal slumber due to external forces.

At this moment, the world's rules have become nearly perfect through countless years of evolution. If one could regain control of these powers and harness the power of the entire world for oneself, it would be possible to ascend to a higher level.

The creator god, filled with resentment, seeks to devour the world he created and reclaim his supreme power.

[Response measures are being updated.]

Lear stared at the last information in the intelligence system, then felt a sense of loss.

Is this the last time the intelligence system has been updated?

Will changes in the world's rules lead to the collapse of intelligence systems?

Is the intelligence system a product of global rules?
The constant stream of intelligence over a long period of time has provided him with the best support for his growth.

There was no more intelligence coming in, which left him with mixed feelings.

It feels like you've finally grown from a child into an adult and are about to embark on a solo adventure, facing the unknown ahead.

Take a deep breath and suppress that emotion.

He has grown up, and the disappearance of the intelligence system does not diminish his own power.

After calming myself down, I continued reading this last piece of intelligence.

Then a long silence fell over them.

Creator God!!

The mastermind behind it all is actually the Creator God?!

The other party created the world to evolve its rules and thus advance to a higher level, not out of kindness to provide everyone with a home to live in.

I wonder what the gods' expressions would be if they knew this news?
No wonder the dead gods are resurrected and the evil gods gain the power of creation.
Furthermore, according to the goddess of misfortune, she may be on the opposite side of Lear.

If it is the creator god, then all of this can be explained.

The other party had clearly sensed something, but was not sure, or dared not think in that direction.

That's the creator god!

Who would be willing to confront the supreme being that created this world if it were to revive?

Extending a few olive branches might be enough to make most of the gods give up resistance and surrender directly.

Lear's gaze flickered uncertainly as he watched the response measures that were still updating after a long time.

This is the first time I've seen such a slow refresh rate.

It is also clear that cracking it is difficult.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the second half of the information finally appeared.

[The Queen of Loran, the Flower of the North—Felena, possesses the Rose Codex, the only thing capable of stopping the Creator God.]

[As the Creator God is about to destroy the world, the Holy See's Faith Department can convey the Creator God's true intentions, gather the will of all beings, and concentrate all power within the Rose Codex. This can resist the Creator God's devouring of the world, causing it to be utterly annihilated into the void.]

[But before that, a temple needs to be established in the primordial plane. This temple is a reflection of the Creator God's power and a remnant of souls. If it is expelled, the Creator God will be unable to be stopped.]

Lear looked at the final intelligence report, his expression becoming quite complicated.

Uniting the will of all beings, converging in the Rose Codex
Unexpectedly, the one who could ultimately withstand the power of the Creator God was Philena and her Rose Codex!

Will that flower of the North finally bloom and blossom?

Just then, a deep rumble rang in my ears.

Lear suddenly snapped out of his daze, looked up, and saw endless dazzling shooting stars streaking across the sky.

It was like a shower of fireworks.

At that very moment, Lear felt the faint restraints around him shatter with a crack, like a mirror being broken.

His divine aura erupted unrestrainedly, and his power was no longer restricted.

The rules of the primary plane are completely shattered.

At the same time, the dimensional plane must also be integrated into the main plane.

The gods will fight and vie for power on the prime plane, and the creator god will devour everything!

The final turning point arrived. (End of Chapter)