The war was over. After calming his thoughts, Lear looked at the approaching Goddess of Misfortune.

At this moment, he could sense a chilling intent to kill from her deep eyes.

"Lord Lear, the Tyrant Monarch has completely sided with the Master of Dark Crows. That old crow, sealed for tens of millions of years, harbors hatred capable of swallowing the sun."

"He won’t just let it go at that. We need to take the initiative..."

The tone carried a suppressed fury.

The Master of Dark Crows was powerful, but a mere Tyrant Monarch dared to be presumptuous in her presence?

Does he really think her blade isn’t sharp anymore?

At what level does he think himself worthy to be her enemy?

Lear’s gaze slightly hardened.

"Your Highness, that Master of Dark Crows has stirred up the Dark Crow Disaster on the Main Plane, gathering subordinates and making enemies all over... What exactly is he trying to do?"

The Goddess of Misfortune sneered.

"Just petty tricks to disrupt the threads of fate."

"He disrupted the threads of fate?"

Lear was somewhat surprised.

When the Divine Abomination broke out from the Underworld, the Ancient Goblin God had informed him that the threads of fate had already been disturbed.

"He doesn’t have that ability... There is someone else responsible for the disruption of the threads of fate."

The Goddess of Misfortune became very cautious when discussing this topic, seemingly unwilling to provoke that hidden figure even for her.

"But the threads of fate are closely tied with that crow. His fate was already sealed, and it was precisely because of the changes in the threads of fate that he had a chance to escape his cage and return."

"But now, he hasn’t completely broken free from the shackles of fate and thus desires to thoroughly disrupt the rules."

The Goddess of Misfortune did not hold back, directly resolving Lear’s doubts, and finally said,

"But a bird caged wishes to break free, pure dream!"

Her tone carried unmistakable sarcasm.

"And this crow dares dream of becoming a new Creator God... Ridiculous. He was sealed for tens of millions of years; even if the gods were as dimwitted as pigs, they wouldn’t allow him to succeed. It’s merely those behind the scenes trying to use him to break the current balance."

"When the time comes, he will be the first to be executed."

"The Master of Dark Crows thinks he’s pulling the strings, but his actions are merely what others wish to see or even orchestrated."

Lear’s gaze slightly hardened.

The struggle among the gods was indeed perilous, layers upon layers, filled with mist.

"Your Highness, part of the Tyrant Monarch’s authority is under the control of my subordinate god. As long as I encounter him, I can directly strip away his authority!"

The Goddess of Misfortune glanced at him, slowly nodding.

"In ten days, I will summon you... First, deal with this worm!"

The Temple of the Original Plane is the only chance in millions of years for her to break through.

No one can touch Lear, not even if the Master of Dark Crows himself comes!

Furthermore, the geographical advantage of the Long Thorn Mountain Range is significant; securing this land would ensure an undefeatable position in the upcoming fight over the Original Plane.

"I await Your Highness’s call." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The Goddess of Misfortune nodded, saying no more, casting a glance at the Doomsday Angel hovering over the temple, wielding a long-handled scythe and flapping blood-red wings.

In the next moment, the figure of the Doomsday Angel gradually blurred, then vanished without a trace.

The Goddess of Misfortune shattered with a crack, turning into a stream of light flying into the distance.

Watching her disappearing silhouette, Lear pondered for a long time before coming back to his senses.

He exhaled a long breath, his gaze turning cold and sharp.

Ten days!

Tyrant Monarch... Kalanis’s blade has been sharpened, let’s see if your neck can withstand her edge.

The blood battle of Katana may have settled, but the implications of this battle extend far beyond.

After calming his mood, Lear gazed at the demon corpses piled into hills, a full thirty in number.

Roughly estimated, these demons numbered over 150,000!

Truly a river of blood in the literal sense.

In the scarred territory, the busy residents trembled at the war’s cruelty and terror, yet felt fortunate to be part of Katana.

Rumor had it massive numbers of villagers were devoured by demons in the Long Thorn Mountain Range, yet they suffered minimal losses thanks to protective vine structures, only a hundred casualties.

If they hadn’t come to Katana, they too would be souls claimed by demon claws.

Death is the ultimate horror.

Conversely, they now tangibly realized the preciousness of being bathed in divine grace.

A sense of superiority arose spontaneously.

Their sense of belonging to Katana reached unprecedented levels.

External threats consistently serve as the best and quickest channel to unify internally.

After pondering for a moment, Lear glanced at the equally appalling warrior bodies, directly ordering a heroic funeral in Katana the next morning.

All warriors sacrificed in this battle would be interred in the Heroic Spirit Hall.

Additionally, their stories would be dramatized as a tribute and commendation.

As long as Weilu City stood, as long as the Swamp Sect existed, there would be people singing and venerating these heroes’ deeds day and night.

The crowd, upon hearing this, felt a mix of emotions, inexplicably envious...

After these arrangements, Lear gazed at the demon remains piled like mountains, his eyes cold.

"Bring all these demon remains back to Weilu City..."

Over 150,000 demon corpses, an undoubtedly precious asset.

The order was given, and soon a flock of Bubble Beasts arrived, carrying the bodies in bubbles back to the swamp.

These demons were under the Tyrant Monarch, unaffected by the Power of the Dark Crow, fully usable to cultivate Cold-blooded Cavalry.

The 3,000 Wetland Lizard-men Kalanis brought from Lorand City had yet to complete their advancement.

The flesh energy within Abyss Demons surpasses that of ordinary Three-tailed Pigs.