Furthermore, it is even more difficult to fathom, the authority of life has increased from 3% to 5%.

Is this the Golden Rule?

So comfortable.

And with more authority in hand, his control over the swamp, over rules, has become more sensitive and versatile.

Looking at it now, though his Swamp Divine Kingdom has undergone several rounds of construction, it is still far from enough...it looks rigid.

This place should be naturally vibrant, not a vitality artificially controlled.

He has already found ways to enhance the Divine Kingdom, feeling this time after perfecting it, perhaps he can take another step forward!

Taking a deep breath, he turned his attention to his mind—at this moment, only one tenth of the Golden Rule has been devoured...

There is still enough Energy for him to complete all his plans.

Indeed, perfect.

Lear felt absolutely delighted.

However, with such a large increase in a short time, the capacity of the soul has reached its limit; continuing to perceive would ruin the beauty.

Too much of a good thing.

Waiting for the Golden Rule to strengthen his soul a bit more before saying anything.

At present, he gathered his mind and returned to Weilu City.

At this point, the daylight was bright, and Weilu City had returned to its usual bustle.

Last night’s god hunting battle did not affect the swamp.

The residents were avidly discussing the scene in the sky they saw last night, but no one delayed their work.

Yesterday’s rift had long since returned to calm, the sun was now high in the sky, as if nothing had happened.

Lear walked briskly to the City Hall.

After all, it was the Master of Fallen Angels together with several divine spirits behind the scenes who hunted the gods, he, as a bystander, was incredibly lucky to obtain a fragment of the Golden Rule.

This was a windfall gain.

In addition, there were gold and treasures from the space rift.

This was yet another considerable wealth...

Immediately, he summoned Bain and Betina to inquire.

"How is last night’s harvest?"

"Your Majesty, last night we harvested a large quantity of magic gold!"

Bain spoke first, his tone quite excited.

"Dragon Mother’s Divine Kingdom’s gold, not ordinary gold! After being immersed in divine kingdom power, it has already become magic gold with strong magic power."

"This magic gold is excellent top-grade material for forging weapons or crafting treasures!"

"In addition, the army has picked up a large number of magic gemstones, crystals in the swamp and wilderness..."

Bain got increasingly excited as he spoke, these were like a lucky strike from above!

The feeling of getting something for nothing was too delightful.

Lear was also somewhat surprised, magic gold?

The battle was so intense at the time, energy fluctuations covered everything, he didn’t have the mood to observe these.

He didn’t expect to have a pleasant surprise.

"What does the Blacksmith Shop say?"

"The Blacksmith Shop wished to have them, but they were taken by the Alchemy Workshop... Ancient God Your Majesty said, using magic gold on the alchemy magic puppet can greatly enhance attributes."

"Naturally, the Blacksmith Shop dared not speak much."

Lear found it amusing.

The goblins are indeed lucky, even before starting large-scale production, they already obtained activated steel, magic gold...

He’s now looking forward to the answer the goblins bring.

"How much magic gold is there?"

"Still hasn’t been specifically tallied, but it’s already filled a warehouse... Ancient God Your Majesty says it can forge two to three hundred thousand alchemy magic puppets."

Not bad, very good.

Lear’s mood brightened even more.

After speaking, he looked at Betina.

"From witnessing the divine spirits’ battle last night, any insights?"

This person, with eyes sharp like a hawk, aura like a leopard, full of wild vigor, spoke solemnly.

"Your Majesty, right now I am still far from it... but one day, I will be their match!"

Those are gods!

Moreover, the Dragon Mother, Master of Fallen Angels, such renowned and powerful beings.

The two performed an epic life-and-death battle before her, she even witnessed a god’s fall... it’s impossible for her inner heart not to be touched.

With a wave of their hands, both sides could mobilize endless power of rules to suppress the scene, making her fascinated.

Her heart became extraordinarily firm; she will surely achieve this!

Lear felt her fighting spirit, nodded with satisfaction.

"Very well, Tulos has already ascended, and the Flesh Butcher has also taken a crucial step... Now, only you have yet to ascend."

"Next, I will look for opportunities for your ascension... But much more will still depend on yourself!"

Opportunities for ascension are rare and elusive; even with the Intelligence System, he can only wait for the chance.

Betina’s body trembled, her heart instantly surged with emotion.

"Your Majesty! I will not disappoint you!"

If it were anyone else, she would have dismissed this remark, but standing before her is the Sovereign of the Swamp Pantheon!

In front of her is a living example of ascension.

A word from Your Majesty, carrying immense weight!

Lear waved his hand, refraining from saying more, letting Betina go patrol.

Things have not been peaceful lately; it’s best for the demigod to remain vigilant.

Currently, the Gods of the Undead Plane have all exiled themselves to the Main Plane... Although their Level is suppressed to demigod, such figures could easily trigger an Undead Calamity.

Betina had just left when Lear suddenly sensed something, his expression slightly joyful.

Without further ado with Bain, he stepped forward, appearing directly atop the towering Vine Wall of Weilu City.

With a wave of his hand, the void ahead twisted.

A surge of evil and dark aura seeped out.

The next moment, hiss—!!! The void seemed to be ripped apart by a giant hand.

Torn apart by dozens of meters.

At this moment, the dark spatial rift gradually dimmed, revealing the scene opposite.

A grotesque figure without a head stood across a land piled with countless white bones, holding a massive War Axe over six meters long in its right hand.

The War Axe, crimson and entirely formed of flesh, emanated a pungent scent of blood.

From head to toe, flesh was molded into dark red Armor.

At this moment, the figure stood atop a corpse’s head.

The entity may not be accurately described as a corpse; its body was semi-transparent, emitting a faint gray light, humanoid in the upper body, a mass of gray mist in the lower.

By now, there were no energy fluctuations.

Describing it as a Ghost would be more fitting.

Yet this Ghost’s body emitted a spine-chilling pressure, still imposing even in death.

It was an aura exuding from its bloodline and soul, unsurpassable and insurmountable.

Has the Flesh Butcher already slaughtered the Ghost God?

Lear, observing this scene, could instantly understand the situation, feeling rather cheerful.

"Radina, you’ve done very well!"

The Flesh Butcher bowed deeply, hand over heart.

"Salutations to you, great Sovereign... The Ghost God has been executed by me, and now nothing can stop me from claiming this Plane shard."

"This body still holds an abundant power, perhaps you can make use of it."

Lear gazed at the Ghost God’s body approvingly.

He suddenly thought of the Deserted Tomb Guards, those Ghost Soldier units were excellent, but as the army’s numbers and Level advanced, the effect of those 15-Level units able to continuously revive had been diminishing.

Though they could still maintain the presence at Katana, their role would be further compressed when the Original Plane’s Level cap was adjusted.

If this unit’s Level could be elevated... that would be splendid.

Units capable of infinite revival are used without fear of loss, a delight.

The source of the Deserted Tomb Guards is the 15-Level Special Undead Hero—Desolate Tomb.

To strengthen the Deserted Tomb Guards, one must first elevate this unique Undead unit.

With a Divine Body present, enhancement would be simple.

After the Flesh Butcher delivered the Ghost God’s body, Lear sealed it within the Divine Kingdom, to prevent any accidents.

Then, as if recalling something, he continued to open the space channel to the Divine Kingdom, his gaze fixating on the Land of Crimson Rot.

With a wave of his hand.

The crimson land began to churn, as numerous freshly dead, well-preserved Baby Dragons soared backwards, entering the Flesh Butcher’s spatial rift.

"These Baby Dragons perished at the moment of the Dragon God’s demise... Radina, when you transform that Plane shard into your Divine Kingdom, you can use the Power of Death to convert these Baby Dragons into Dragons of Death."

"And directly elevate their Level to Extraordinary..."

The Flesh Butcher instantly bubbled with excitement.

To elevate to Extraordinary?

This involves a thousand Baby Dragons!

If they could all be elevated, wouldn’t this immediately bolster the Divine Kingdom’s Guard?

"Your Majesty, thank you for your gift!"

Lear waved his hand.

"Go now, quickly transform the Undead Plane’s shard into your own Divine Kingdom; it won’t be long before the Main Plane’s rules can no longer resist the Gods."

"When that time comes, we will face even more formidable adversaries, and I need you to strengthen swiftly."