Lear finished reading the intelligence report and was lost in thought for a long time before coming back to his senses.

Currently, it seems the most likely event is the Dragon God being hunted... it’s a pity for the thousands of young dragons that have just hatched.

The next step is to convert them into Dragons of Death.

However, it’s not all bad; Dragons of Death are still quite powerful in terms of combat.

They just aren’t as majestic as Giant Dragons.

There’s a small advantage, though... no need to feed them.

Feeding thousands of Giant Dragons is quite a headache, so saving on this aspect is actually good.

The intelligence about Thunder Titans, Chaos Angels, and the Dragon Mother being attacked requires time; it’s best to assess the situation before taking action.

Quiet for a night.

The next day, Lear went directly to the Church Court’s Faith Department to have twenty thousand fanatics gather Two-headed Ogres through missionary work.

The awakening words were updated with information about Two-headed Ogres.

Soon, the Church Court’s Faith Department responded, having discovered a small number of Two-headed Ogres...

Lear was quite satisfied with the news.

Preaching isn’t just simple faith propagation; when searching for targets like Two-headed Ogres and Wetland Lizard-men, their locations can be accurately pinpointed.

Considering this, Lear ordered the Church Court’s Faith Department to expand its range to include Dragonflies, Dark Night Elves, and Half-Elves.

No faith is required from these races, only the tracking of their movements.

Once a target is confirmed, Lear can tear through space via the Swamp Divine Kingdom and bring them back directly.

This saves a lot of time and effort.

However, the Power of Faith is limited, unable to expand infinitely, only allowing searches in the Wilderness and nearby areas, thus reducing efficiency.

If he could search the entire world, Weilu City might instantly gather millions of troops... it’s a shame such extensive searches consume too much power, and he can’t bear it right now.

He can only proceed step by step.

November 21st.

With ultra-efficient work from the Church Court’s Faith Department, Lear brought back five entire regiments of Two-headed Ogres from the Wilderness through the Divine Kingdom.

After imprinting their souls with marks, he directly mobilized the Power of Authority to transform these Two-headed Ogres into the Swamp Divine Race.

Yet turning these ordinary lives into Ultimate Soldiers not only requires vast energy but also sufficient Power of Faith...

At the current conversion rate, it would take a baseline of tens of millions of Power of Faith, and at least three months to complete the transformation.

Lear felt quite helpless about this.

The highest level for Two-headed Ogres is 9 or 10, so this massive jump is indeed challenging.

However, no matter what, at least with fresh blood added, given some time to develop, numbers can increase.

While the Two-headed Ogres were accounted for, some Dark Night Elves and Half-Elves were found, albeit sparsely, making it a bit troublesome.

Lear chose not to rush, continuing to have the Church Court’s Faith Department search.

With twenty thousand fanatics exerting effort simultaneously, the effect was quite noticeable; while searching for soldiers, missionary work wasn’t delayed either.

During this period, his number of followers was approaching the six million mark.

Providing nearly four million Power of Faith daily... was quite satisfying.

Accumulating at this rate, gaining thousands of divinity and advancing to Powerful Divine Power is just around the corner.

He could only imagine how much Power of Faith those Powerful Divine Spirits with tens of millions of followers gather daily!

Moreover, they’ve accumulated for hundreds or even thousands of years... thinking about it like that, Lear felt a bit intimidated.

Keeping a low profile is necessary; too many big shots are around.

Store more food, build sturdy walls, declare kinghood slowly... remember these nine words.

Time slipped away quietly and before long, the deep night of the 21st transitioned into the 22nd.

Lear, who did not rest, stood atop the tall, solid vine wall entirely covered in cacti, gazing intently in a certain direction.

That’s where the space passage to the Undead Plane is.

Today, the Undead Plane would completely collapse amid the chaotic battle of the undead gods... but the intelligence report didn’t provide a specific time.

Lear felt restless, so he waited.

The night at Weilu City grew much quieter; the usual hustle and bustle faded away as most residents slept, leaving only the sound of the blacksmith shop’s weapon forging echoing through the air.

Gazing at the dreamy city illuminated by the starlight from the vines, Lear’s heart gradually calmed.

No matter how the outside world changes, as long as the territory persists, nothing is feared!

In the silent wait, time slowly crept to 3 a.m. A thunderous sound rolled through the sky like muffled thunder.

It felt as if it was collapsing overhead.

In an instant, all residents in their dreams were awakened.

They sat up, drenched in sweat, looking around in surprise and uncertainty.

Many moved toward the windows in fear, scanning outside before suddenly seeing the sky.

One by one, they opened their mouths wide, eyes filled with awe.

Under the moonlight, the sky suddenly turned transparent.

A shadow covering the sun and sky appeared, as if watching something beneath the water’s surface.

The shadow seemed alive, ready to traverse time and space to descend.

Another plane!!

Momentarily, that plane became clearer, revealing countless terrifying creatures within.

Skeleton Warriors, Undead Mages, Specters, Fear Knights, Bone Dragons, Ghost Dragons... boundless in number, like a tide.