Lear was very satisfied with the goblins’ progress.

November 28th.

Kalanis and Tulos, who entered the Abyss to seize the territory of the Blood Lord, sent the latest news—

Kalanis sensed a call from her bloodline within the Abyss, and the light emanating from her Golden Battle Armor was intensifying by the day.

In the depths of the Bottomless Abyss, an ancient existence was calling to her.

Kalanis did not hasten to explore that call; instead, she remained on the 247th plane, occupied by the Blood Lord, helping Tulos integrate the forces left behind by the other side.

Although the process was somewhat bumpy, under the unrestrained suppression of the two Divine Spirits, all rebellious forces refusing their rule were eradicated.

Currently, Tulos, the newly ascended Blood Lord, is gradually taking control of the 247th plane.

If fully brought under his rule, this Vampire Divine Spirit will have millions of demon armies at his command!

Such bountiful gains drive one to madness.

Lear advised the two to act cautiously, especially Kalanis.

Although her bloodline’s origin—an Ancient God—was at the deepest part of the Abyss,

who could assure that the lawless Abyss Dukes wouldn’t cast their gaze upon her?

The evil entities within the Abyss grow stronger with each one.

The mere bloodline of an Ancient God cannot possibly intimidate those Evil Gods.

After these instructions, the Flesh Butcher sent new news.

He moved the city constructed by the Ghost God to the City of Death, merging the two into one.

The remaining two million troops of the Ghost God were all taken under his command.

Thus, the number of troops he commanded reached an exaggerated five million.

Although the combat capability of the undead is weaker than that of ordinary soldiers, with such numbers, who can underestimate the Undead Calamity?

The Flesh Butcher is arduously transforming the fragment of the Undead Plane into his Divine Kingdom, and the progress is promising.

It is expected that the transformation will be completed in at most half a month, at which point a second Subordinate God with their own Divine Kingdom will be born.

Moreover, the deceased young dragon is being simultaneously transformed into a Dragon of Death by him, but to attain Extraordinary Level combat capability, he still needs to wait for the construction of the Divine Kingdom to be completed.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

November 29th morning.

Lear slowly opened his eyes from deep insight; he had absorbed another portion of the Golden Law Fragment.

At this moment, his Soul Strength had increased by at least thirty percent compared to before, and his understanding of Authority had reached an entirely new realm.

He felt that if he were to face the Centaur God he killed once more, he wouldn’t even need to mobilize the full power of the Swamp; just by wielding his own Authority, he could effortlessly suppress and execute him.

That feeling was subtle and unique.

He could confirm at this moment, that once he could devour the entire Golden Law Fragment, he would inevitably step onto a higher plane... Powerful Divine Power!

This is a level that makes one’s breath heavy.

Only with Powerful Divine Power can one be truly considered strong.

Powerful Divine Spirits are categorized into Lower Position, Middle Position, Upper Position, and the most powerful Main God.

Yet, even with Lower positioned Powerful Divine Power, its strength far exceeds Medium Divine Power.

And none of the Sovereigns of the other Divine Pantheons are without Powerful Divine Power.

As the Sovereign of the Swamp Pantheon, if it were to be publicly known that he’s still at Medium Divine Power, other Divine Spirits would surely cast him strange looks.

However, the day of ascension is not far off.

Lear was filled with excitement at this moment.

After calming his emotions, a thought suddenly struck him, prompting him to return to the Swamp Divine Kingdom.

His mind connected to the swamp mark in his consciousness.

In no time, with a wave of his hand, the void in front of him twisted.

Next, a grave covered with flowers floated over, landing directly on the ground in front of Lear.

Focusing intently, the grave was roughly 10 meters in diameter, with desolate grass and drifting wildflowers.

It had an air of a home with no descendants.

There was no headstone; it seemed as though the entire grave was a headstone...

The Desolate Tomb, this hero unit recruited long ago, was quite unique. It was once the grave of a Lich, who wanted to resurrect in the grave.

But ultimately, something went awry, merging with the grave, making it a unique undead unit.

The Deserted Tomb Guard was recruited through the innate talent of the Desolate Tomb; as long as the Desolate Tomb endures, Deserted Tomb Guards can continuously resurrect.

It could be said to be a bug-like existence.

In the early stages, he relied on the Deserted Tomb Guards to solve many major troubles, undeniably serving as a pillar.

Now, with the upgrade in the situation and changes in the environment, its Level could not improve, causing it to gradually become a guard for Weilu City.

Yet, in the Original Plane, it could still stand on its own. In the last siege by the Wild Pantheon, it valiantly fought against their Eagle Knights, achieving significant battle merits. It’s an indispensable force.

The Authority of Ghosts from the Ghost God dissipated after death, which the Flesh Butcher failed to grasp... The Authority of Ghosts wasn’t controlled by a single Divine Spirit.

However, without the Authority, the Divine Body rich in Divinity was still there for the other side.

It’s far too simple to use it to enhance the Potential and Level of a Level 15 Undead Hero.

If it were Level 19, allowing it to ascend to Extraordinary or even Demigod would be effortless.

Lear didn’t speak much, directly mobilizing the power of the Divine Kingdom to extract the body of the Ghost God.

The moment the terrifyingly oppressive Divine Body appeared, the wild grass on the Desolate Tomb began to stir immediately.

The sense of unease in the other side could be clearly felt.

This was suppression on a soul level; Level 15 simply couldn’t withstand it.

Lear took a deep breath, his gaze turning serious.