Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 442 - 201: Alchemy-Activated Armor and Upheaval in the Underworld
The dramatic demise of the Burrowing Worm continued to ripple through, leaving a profound impact.
The faith of the residents of Weilu City grew increasingly devout, and the day after the Swamp Church was inaugurated, the believers fell into another frenzy.
This structure stands over 30 meters high with a diameter of 300 meters.
It surpassed the City Hall, becoming the largest building.
The church houses 10,000 seats, divided into two levels, with an open middle, forming a concentric square pattern.
It can accommodate all current residents in one prayer session.
In front of the church, there stands a towering statue 20 meters high, majestic and commanding.
A crown adorns its head, and a cloak billows behind it in the wind.
Its gaze towards the horizon suggests the entire world is bowing at its feet.
With a handsome and authoritative visage, standing there, it exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression and a strong sense of security.
It feels as though one would receive the protection of this great entity just by standing behind it.
Crafted from mountain rock by seven Great Demons, Mechanical Flying Dragons, and a Two-headed Ogre Chieftain from the Broken Star Plane, it was sculpted meticulously.
The Ancient Goblin God inscribed powerful alchemical inscriptions on it, and a mere glance from an outsider would evoke an awe-inspiring majesty, inducing reverence.
Every believer passing by this statue in the church deeply increases the awe in their hearts.
Once the church was completed, for the first time, all believers were summoned for a collective prayer.
Thousands gathered together, praying in unison, the scene grand and ceremonial.
Many residents were awestruck, their faith growing even more genuine.
After the prayer rites, four-fifths of the territory’s inhabitants became devout believers.
The outcome was perfect.
Subsequently, the Swamp Boggart, as the Archbishop, personally set the rule that from then on, after dinner every evening, from 7 to 8 o’clock, collective prayer time would be observed, requiring believers to gather unless otherwise occupied with important matters.
People tend to conform, and after a few prayers, the remaining ordinary believers would also evolve into devout believers.
Following the prayer, daily lessons ensue, followed by theatrical performances after class.
After the drama, there are various activities: those wishing to pray can continue in the church, those wanting to learn can attend advanced courses for high-tier knowledge acquisition.
Those with jobs can continue to work, and anyone unoccupied may sleep undisturbed.
The night’s schedule is fulfilling, diverse, and vibrant.
The Two-headed Ogres feel it most deeply; how could there be so many activities on the starvation-stricken Broken Star Plane?
But here, life is akin to paradise.
With great satisfaction, all two thousand quickly became devout believers, providing Lear with vast amounts of Power of Faith.
While stability returned within the territory, outside it was far from peaceful.
Despite resolving several rounds of high-strength threats, the situation remained not too optimistic.
The Dark Night Elves continued expanding their ranks, with the motives of Spider Queen Rose at their back undetermined.
The Kelder Ratmen were merely pushed back but not eradicated, with the Ratman God powerfully backing them.
The Master of Stench and Flies, having obtained the Ancient God’s treasure, plans to launch an attack on December 3rd...
As the territory grows stronger, these external enemies become increasingly formidable.
After reviewing the situation, Lear planned to first address the Dark Night Elves, pulling out this thorn—
Regardless of whether it’s Rose or someone else, any threat to Weilu City will be directly annihilated!
This is a struggle for living space, with no possibility of avoidance.
If not strong and decisive, what awaits is not the opponent’s benevolence, but rather even more brutal oppression.
Immediately, people were dispatched to closely monitor the movements of the Holy Song Clan.
Yet, the Dark Night Elves and Zor Elves combined forces, turning the surrounding area into a death zone layered with thick webs.
The webs, highly toxic and sticky, span like a giant white veil, covering not only the ground but even the sky.
In the most direct manner, they isolated external investigations.
What secrets they were harboring internally remains unknown.
November 27th.
The Holy Song Clan’s forces dispatched for investigation gradually increased, with Dark Night Hunters deploying 20 Kelder Ratmen squads.
Meanwhile, three Great Demons monitored the skies.
Finding simple probes insufficient for intelligence-gathering, the army began tentative attacks.
However, the Dark Night Elves hiding within the webs remained highly vigilant, only sending out brutal Underground Spiders for counterattacks, never revealing themselves.
This caused the situation to deadlock slightly.
Unless the area is completely destroyed, discovering the activities within the webs is nearly impossible.
Sensing this, Lear planned to personally inspect, when the Ancient Goblin God approached, stopping him.
Bringing good news.
"Lord Lear, I have developed armor by combining refined iron with flesh, ideally suited for the current army."
With curiosity, Lear examined the Goblin Ancient God manipulating its metallic body.
In its hand was a head-sized, constantly wriggling, unsightly black-red mass.
"Lord Azaro, are you referring to... the item in your hand?"
By appearance alone, one couldn’t discern its nature.
The Ancient Goblin God slowly nodded.
"Indeed... This is an armor formed by merging activated metal with flesh, possessing extremely special capabilities."
"Lord Lear, why not have someone try it on first..."
Hearing this, Lear’s interest piqued as well.
Glancing around, he gestured to a passing Two-headed Ogre.
