Free Web NovelChapter 823: Chapter 346: Several Days Later, the God of Slaughter Is Finally Unearthed! (Part 2)
Lear spoke slowly.
"She must have been prepared long ago... If we need to help at that time, we will act."
He had great confidence in the flower of the Northern Territory.
Not discussing much on this topic, he shifted the focus to the current priority.
"How is your current status? Can you adapt to the new authority you have mastered?"
"Still need to fortify."
"The authority of slaughter is extremely domineering. If it fails, there will definitely be backlash... Do you need to wait a few days?" freewёbnoνel.com
Kalanis’s eyes flashed with intense fighting spirit.
"No need, I am confident in controlling it."
"Sir, your warriors never fear a challenge."
Lear smiled faintly.
"Don’t be reckless."
Kalanis lifted her head.
"Trust me, Sir."
The words were light, but carried weight.
Lear nodded with pleasure.
He greatly admired this confident attitude.
Afterward, they had a pleasant conversation, gaining a direct understanding of her deeds in Lorand City.
Using the Divine Soul as a grindstone, honing her own soul.
He praised Kalanis immensely.
This courage, how many people can possess?!
Moreover, her adventure yielded extraordinary benefits, not only mastering new authority but also reaching the peak of Level 24.
Only one step away from true ascension.
In terms of data, it might be just 1 point of experience needed to level up...
If she can smoothly wield the authority of slaughter this time, becoming a True God is an expected outcome.
After the conversation, Lear reconsolidated a vine body, allowing Kalanis to house her soul within.
At the same time, sealing her original form within the Swamp Divine Kingdom.
Without physical constraints, Kalanis, relying solely on willpower to fight, would certainly be a formidable presence at the forefront.
To prevent any accidents, Lear didn’t linger and directly took her to the burial site of the God of Slaughter.
The Goddess of Misfortune saw Kalanis, and although she said nothing, the admiration in her eyes was evident.
If this warrior were to wield the authority of slaughter, there truly wouldn’t be any issue... Kalanis’s determination is unprecedented.
Plus, with Lear’s full support, developing into a strong figure was just a matter of time.
Time quietly passed.
Unexpectedly, on this day, the God of Slaughter wasn’t excavated.
The deeper they dug, the harder the ground became, eventually becoming like steel, with sparks flying from the shovel.
The excavation speed of the cavemen significantly slowed.
Meanwhile, they could feel the Divine Body of the God of Slaughter exuding increasingly heavy pressure...
The atmosphere became tense.
On June 15th, the intelligence was refreshed, but this time there wasn’t anything valuable.
Lear directly ignored it.
16th, 17th... Three consecutive days passed, and the excavation continued. Lear could feel within this week, they would surely see the body of the God of Slaughter.
The aura of the slaughter authority was almost overflowing...
Meanwhile, within the Swamp Divine Kingdom, the ritual of the War Intent Chains continued.
Golden chains churned under the sun, with the scorching Power of Rules constantly burning their formless body.
While the Power of Faith, like a trickling stream, repaired the damage.
The hazy glow of Chaos Grass merged into the golden light, silently accelerating the metamorphosis of the chains, surfaces starting to reveal dense inscriptions, emitting a profound and mysterious aura.
In helping with the ritual of the War Intent Chains, the Chaos Grass also became more closely integrated with the Swamp Divine Kingdom.
The roots of the Chaos Grass extended thousands of meters, piercing into the deepest part of the earth.
More promising to Lear, are the two buds newly nurtured by the Chaos Grass, which have begun to grow.
The time until the next bloom isn’t distant.
He has a vague premonition that this treasure, nurturing both the Goddess of Misfortune and the Goddess of Fortune, will bring him even greater surprises.
On June 18th, the evangelization plan continued as fervently as ever.
Having successfully ignited the spark of faith in Grayrock Village, the fanatics began to madly attack and plunder, the corners of the wilderness, unknown caves, remaining underground spaces... even hidden corners of the Dimension Plane, statues of the Swamp Sect were emerging.
The Faith Department was not blindly expanding, instead, strictly screening sources of prayers.
Ensuring the consumption of Power of Faith was controllable.
As a result, the quality of newly acquired believers was extremely high, far exceeding expectations.
And to ensure the expansion of faith, Lear was generous, ordering the airdrop of resources to tribes with potential and needs.
Swamp Wheat, Moonlight Mushrooms, and Three-tailed Pig jerky became the most popular gifts, with some tribal leaders even experiencing a considerable power boost.
These tangible offerings quickly spread the name of the Swamp God, with follower numbers soaring at an astonishing rate.
On June 18th evening, after nearly a week of expansion, the daily increase in Power of Faith exceeded 1.5 million, with total followers nearing 4 million, of which the devout believers rose from around 10% to 15%.
Among the new followers, fanatics emerged one after another, not only voluntarily organizing prayer rituals but also constantly attempting to proselytize towards neighboring forces.
For a time, there was a trend of a single spark setting the whole plain ablaze.
On June 19th morning, the excavation site reached its peak tension.
The Ancient Tree Guardians stood ready, the Crowned Eagle Horned Beast Knights were lined up neatly.
In the deep pit, the cavemen were digging with grim faces, exerting every effort with each shovelful of soil.
The Goddess of Misfortune was already hovering in the air, her aura locked onto the pit bottom, ready to handle any unforeseen events.
Because below, the Divine Body of the God of Slaughter... had already revealed a finger!!
That terrifying slaughter aura was carelessly surging in.
If not for the black-red Power of Misfortune’s protection on the cavemen, along with the Original Plane Rules’ frantic suppression of authority...
