Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 799 - 337: Chaos Grass, Pure Bliss

"What you just experienced should have been a time turbulence; the Original Plane was created at the dawn of creation."

"By a stroke of luck, that power allowed you to flow upstream against the River of Time, sending you back to countless ages ago."

He spoke with a sense of poignancy.

"The Mother Goddess who nurtured us was destroyed by a giant eye after we left... it should be the eye you saw."

"That it fell into your hands now is indeed an unexpected surprise."

"If it were someone else, I would take it back, but Lear, I won’t; I believe you will not let the Mother Goddess down."

Although she no longer needed the Chaos Grass, as it was the source of her being, any Divine Spirit would demand its return.

But Lear was the exception.

He gave him a deep look and did not dwell on the subject, his tone rising slightly.

"Lear, I have already broken through to become a Main God, and I no longer need to control the temple."

"From now on, whatever you wish to do in the Original Plane, boldly go ahead. Now, I am your backing!"

The voice carried a strong confidence.

Even before, she feared nothing, and now she has ascended to the Main God Level.

Even ordinary Divine Spirits could not catch her eye!

Lear, hearing this slightly prideful speech, couldn’t help but smile.

But as a powerful entity wielding such a unique force as misfortune, she truly had the right to say this.

He nodded gladly.

"Then I shall rely on Your Majesty."

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp bird call came from afar.

With the flapping of wings, two Crowned Eagle-horned Beast Knights flew swiftly, approaching.

A Half-Elf dismounted, reporting solemnly.

"Your Majesty, the Centaur army is 30 kilometers away from the first temple..."

The Goddess of Misfortune raised an eyebrow, looking at him.

"Centaur?"

Lear nodded.

"The Centaur God of the Wild Pantheon has dispatched troops to Long Thorn Mountain Range and is about to arrive."

"Can you handle it... eh? Why does this Half-Elf carry the aura of the God of Slaughter? Lear, have you found the God of Slaughter?"

The Goddess of Misfortune curiously looked at him.

"That lousy bastard has fallen for millions of years."

Lear’s mouth twitched.

After the breakthrough, the perception was too strong.

The Crowned Eagle-horned Beast Knight was only stationed thousands of meters away, the aura was barely noticeable, yet it was sensed?

"It seems Your Majesty has indeed broken through... A few days ago, I found the resting place of the God of Slaughter in the Long Thorn Mountain Range and am currently excavating his Divine Body."

"And the God of Slaughter not only perished here himself, but seemingly dragged many down with him. Yesterday, I unearthed the arm of the Master of Madness, which still contained a part of its Authority..."

The Goddess of Misfortune’s gaze grew somewhat peculiar.

"I must say, you’re unbelievably lucky... I truly wonder if my foolish sister is secretly blessing you."

Just having obtained the maternal root that nurtured her, now hearing that he is excavating the body of the God of Slaughter... and if she remembers correctly, before he ascended, he had already formed a Divine Kingdom.

More astonishingly, his soul was clearly a brand-new one.

By her observations, this fellow began to rise rapidly, becoming a bona fide Divine Spirit in less than a year after obtaining a part of the Divine Format.

These occurrences, no matter how you look at them, don’t seem to be her blessing, more like the handiwork of the Goddess of Fortune.

Lear looked at her and smiled.

"Perhaps it’s also because I’ve been touched by your aura..."

The Intelligence System, this golden thigh, was the strongest trump card.

The Goddess of Misfortune waved a hand.

"Stop that."

"But you’d better be careful not to wield weapons near the fall of the God of Slaughter—best keep the battlefield ten kilometers away. Otherwise, you might easily trigger its authority, causing unpredictable situations."

She was too lazy to probe further; everyone had their secrets. Now that she had ascended to become a Main God, few beings in the world could threaten her anymore.

Her mindset had changed significantly.

"Thank you for the warning... Could I trouble Your Majesty to guard the excavation site of the God of Slaughter for a few days?"

"I need to deal with the Centaur army."

The Goddess of Misfortune looked at the earnest Lear and couldn’t help but be speechless.

"You’re the first to assign me a task... but since I’m idly free, I’ll assist you for a few days."

"I do want to see if that bastard God of Slaughter is truly dead."

The tone carried a hint of gritted teeth, apparently a grudge existed.

Lear smiled with satisfaction.

With this major figure stepping in, there is nothing else to worry about.

Even if the God of Slaughter still had the power to resurrect, it wouldn’t become a threat.