Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 762 - 323: Power of the Sun

"But what does this have to do with that human..."

"That person is a divine spirit beside the Goddess of Misfortune, and that mysterious being who killed the Tyrant Monarch and received the blessing of the Ancient God, after obtaining the Tyrant Monarch Divine Format, knelt in submission before them!"

Hiss~

The Plague Tyrant gasped, turning his head incredulously to look at the figure standing calmly above White Stone City.

Although he didn’t witness the war firsthand, he sensed it afterward... The plane where the Tyrant Monarch resided, tens of millions of demons, not a single one left alive, all were slaughtered.

The horrifying scene left a deep impression on him.

Unexpectedly, the person before him was one of the participants in that massacre.

"Honorable lord, we have no intention of being your enemy, nor did we mean to offend... Please forgive us, we will leave now!"

The figure, wrapped in flies, spoke tremblingly and, without any hesitation, waved his hand, sweeping away the shadow of the Plague Tyrant, disappearing directly into the void.

Without the power to sustain it, the fragmented area quickly repaired itself and returned to smoothness.

Silently, the entire world returned to quiet.

Leaving only the blood-soaked ground and bodies piled like mountains.

The conversation between the Plague Tyrant and his reinforcements was not made public, but the final words of apology were spoken to everyone.

The warriors below were still in shock... They had just seen the Plague Tyrant launch an attack in the sky, only to be repelled by the brilliant light wielded by the mysterious figure above White Stone City. Subsequently, the figure summoned an even more powerful evil god.

But the moment that evil god appeared, they were directly intimidated.

Admitting guilt and retreating with practiced ease... Everyone could hear the fear in its voice.

Scared away the evil god without even making a move?

All at once, the surviving warriors on the battlefield stared blankly at the sky, with thousands of questions rising in their hearts.

Who is this lord?

Rachelia Corona widened her eyes, greatly shocked.

That mysterious human is so powerful?!

Can intimidate not one, but two evil gods without any action!

The fundamental reason for their retreat must be... that they couldn’t defeat the opponent even if they joined forces!

What is the origin of this being?

Moreover, the other side has many demon slaves...

Countless questions surged in her heart.

At this moment, she saw that majestic figure, holding the Crown of the Sun, flying slowly and landing directly in front of her.

Only now did she clearly see the other’s face.

Handsome, charming, features sculpted like a master’s work, with not a single flaw.

His eyes carried an indescribable majesty, making one feel intimidated at a glance.

He exuded the aura unique to someone in an upper position, commanding respect without anger, making hearts tremble.

Taking a deep breath, in a trembling voice she said.

"Honorable Your Majesty, Rachelia Corona greets you... Thank you for your assistance."

"White Stone City will forever remember your kindness."

Saying this, she slowly placed her right hand on her chest.

Even though most of her armor was shattered, inside lay churning flesh.

Like decaying wood, seemingly ready to break at any moment.

Yet her expression was resolute, showing no sign of pain.

Lear, watching this scene, nodded in appreciation.

"In you, I see the shadow of a subordinate."

"She too is as brave as you."

"A soul full of courage is always admirable."

"You are excellent, leader of White Stone City, princess of the Crown Tribe."

Rachelia looked at Lear with some astonishment.

"Honorable Your Majesty, you know me..."

"The subordinates you sent to the Garcia Plane for help found me."

Rachelia’s eyes became extremely bright.

"Your Majesty, are you the guardian of Garcia?!"

"No, I just happened to enter the Garcia Plane... The guardian you seek may have already disappeared."

That plane is filled with spatial rifts, so damaged it’s shocking.

It could collapse at any moment.

There are no traces of divine spirits left inside; the other party has either perished or fled.

If they were still alive, there’s no way they could escape his senses.

Rachelia’s expression froze, then her gaze became complex.

"Then you..."

"I admire courageous warriors, so I intervened to save you."

Lear was not stingy with his praise.

"Regardless of how powerful the enemy is, you do not retreat a single step; you are a qualified leader."

Between life and death, there is great terror, yet in such moments, they do not fear death and lead the charge.

This is truly admirable.

Next, switched to the most pressing question.

"How many tribe members do you have left?"

Rachelia took a deep breath.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, inside the caves behind White Stone City, there are still 100,000 residents. We originally had 70,000 warriors...now, I’m afraid there are only twenty to thirty thousand left."

"Near Crown City, there are still two to three hundred thousand residents."

Lear, quite surprised.

My goodness, this plane actually hides hundreds of thousands of humans?!

This is simply a treasure trove!

Though he possesses ancient humans from the Original Plane, who can provide ten times the Power of Faith as the outside world.

But the few Subordinate Gods under him still lack many believers.

The Ancient Goblin God, the Spider God, and the Vampire God he is now nurturing, all lack followers.

The ancient humans of Katana, he cannot give them away, and using external followers to nurture his own Subordinate Gods is ideal.

Especially the Ancient Goblin God, this ancient existence is a bottomless treasure trove; restoring its power would benefit Weilu City far more than these hundreds of thousands of followers are worth.

His gaze fixed on the Princess of the Crown Tribe before him.

"Now, how many enemies are there outside?"

"Apart from those demons, there are tens of thousands of Evil God worshipers who have offered their souls to the demons in exchange for great power."

"And aside from that?"

"That’s all; they previously relied on the support of the Evil God..."

If not for the Evil God’s meddling, how could the Crown Tribe, with divine lineage, have been so easily overrun in their main city?!

Rachelia’s eyes were filled with anger.

Those Evil God worshipers should all be executed on the gallows!

Lear had grasped the situation.

After slight contemplation, he looked directly into her eyes.

"Is the Crown Tribe willing to return to the glow of the gods?"

Looking into those deep eyes like the starry sky, Rachelia trembled.

After a long contemplation, she solemnly nodded her head.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Tribe is willing to become your subjects and offer you our faith!"

"Grateful for your mercy!"

She had already experienced days without divine protection...her father and brother were killed, tens of thousands of tribe members died, and they were nearly extinct!

If they had a powerful protector from the beginning, how could any of this have happened?!

Suffering changes people.

Lear nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, I accept your allegiance...later, the Two-winged Demon will assist White Stone City’s army to reclaim the fallen lands and root out the demons’ traces."

Saying so, his gaze shifted to the fiery orb in his hand; compared to these hundreds of thousands of humans, this Ancient Divine Artifact was the greatest gain of this trip.

Staring intently, one could faintly see a crown at its center, with all light emanating from above.

"I heard that the Crown of the Sun was once used by the Master of the Crown, and it facilitates their revival...do you know its specific origin?"

"Your Majesty, the legend is indeed true, this treasure was indeed the weapon used by the Master of the Crown."

"But concerning the revival...it’s very difficult."

"Oh? Tell me more..."

"Yes, Your Majesty! The Crown Tribe is descended from the Master of the Crown, but because so much time has passed, currently only the royal family possesses thin Divine Spirit lineage."

"Legend has it that when the sun extinguishes, it will be the day when the Master of the Sun awakens again, and at that time our god will return and wear the Crown of the Sun!"

"And the Sun Tribe, the descendants of the divine will be redeemed, gaining immortality."

Rachelia’s tone was unexpectedly calm.

"Yet for thousands of years, the legend has never been proven..."

"In my view, the current Crown of the Sun is more of an ancestral treasure."

"Though extraordinary...there will never again be a resurrection of the Master of the Crown."

The tone held a touch of mockery.

"There are rumors in the royal family about the Master of the Crown...that they will be reborn through a royal body."

"And I am now the last royal member of the Crown Tribe whose body still flows with divine blood."

"In our generation, the Divine Blood has become extremely thin...neither my brother nor father could pass it on to the next generation despite countless attempts."

Lear looked at the Crown of the Sun in his hand and nodded.

Whether the other party would revive or not, for now, it’s definitely impossible...this Ancient Divine Artifact is indeed a remarkable item.

It’s more than a level stronger than ordinary Divine Artifacts.

Forged using a nascent sun, who the hell could imagine such a thing?!