Chapter 87: Awakening of Divine Life, Powerful Spiritual Enlightenment (4700 words)
After Lear read Haggs's attributes, his heart trembled and his eyes became extremely hot.

3 3-star skills, 5 special professional skills, and HP up to 12000 points!!

The second talent - body control.

He has absolute control over his body and can mobilize the muscle strength of the whole body to perform micro operations.

Combined with the regeneration talent, it is a mixture of skills.
Its combat effectiveness is off the charts.

In comparison, the Plague Fly General, who is also at level 12, has only 3500 points of health.

Although the opponent is powerful, he is nothing compared to Haggs!
No wonder he was favored by the will of the demigod but still had his head chopped off!

Fierce, too fierce!!

This is the job change to Cold-Blooded Cavalry, where one's own potential is enhanced, the second talent is activated, and the top combat power is achieved after several levels of improvement!
During this transformation, Hags reached the peak of 3-star potential and became the most powerful fighting force in the City of Wisdom.

There is an extra trump card in hand!
comfortable.

But when he came to his senses, he felt a bit of happy distress.

The cold-blooded cavalry is powerful, but it takes too many resources to train them.

Haggs' transformation was based on the consumption of hundreds of corpses.
After thinking for a while, he asked Hags.

"Does the consumption of ordinary cold-blooded cavalrymen also amount to the same as yours?"

The level 12 hero shook his head.

"Master, about a hundred corpses of ordinary cold-blooded cavalrymen are enough to cultivate the power I control. It is stronger than others, so more is needed."

As a heroic unit, his transformation is naturally incomparable to that of ordinary wetland lizardmen.

Lear's emotions calmed down a little.

This is fine, otherwise I would be busy.

However, compared with the combat effectiveness of the cold-blooded cavalry, this price seems to be nothing.

As the two talked, Bane, the swampman hero, approached in a hurry.

"Master, all the bodies have been moved to the swamp tree people. Do they need to be devoured by the flesh-slayer immediately?"

Lear said in a deep voice.

"I'll be there right away."

After witnessing the combat effectiveness of General Plague Fly, he gained a new understanding of the role of high-end combat power.

The divine life needs to be awakened as soon as possible. Two months later, they will face a more ferocious and powerful dragon.

That is a terrifying life form of level 16, ten or a hundred times more powerful than the Plague Fly General!
Before, he had thought of using the army to surround and kill the enemy, but after this battle, he had given up the idea.

There is no way a flying dragon could engage in a positional battle with them.

Even if all the wetland lizardmen were transformed into cold-blooded cavalry, it would still be difficult.

When we arrived at the swamp tree people, we saw more than two thousand corpses piled up into several small hills.

The corpses of these level 6 soldiers contain extremely abundant blood and flesh energy.

This harvest was greater than that of the previous several days of hunting combined.

The headless flesh-slayer lay quietly on the ground, like a giant beast from the abyss that had never awakened.

As soon as I got a little closer, I felt the pressure from the other party that penetrated into my soul.

Li Er waved his hand and asked the swamp tree people to carry the corpse and place it next to the flesh butcher.

The next moment after the corpse fell to the ground, a faint scarlet energy emanated from the body, covering it.

The flesh and blood quickly dried up and shattered, turning into debris all over the ground.

If you throw a corpse into it, it will be devoured in the blink of an eye.

Like adding firewood to a stove.

The aura emitted by the Flesh Slayer gradually increased with the addition of nutrients, and the scarlet energy gradually deepened.

Soon, all the more than 2,000 corpses were devoured.

The Flesh Slayer's aura surged to a critical point.

Li Er could clearly sense that the other party was only one step away from waking up.

I also started to get excited.

Turning around, he looked at the last corpse. General Plague Fly.

He waved his hand and asked the wetland lizardman on the side to carry the corpse and throw it into the area covered by the scarlet energy.

Then, as if he thought of something, he took out the 3-star treasure he had just obtained - the Evil God's Eyeball.

Move forward with a trying mindset.

But as soon as he got close, a powerful suction force came and sucked his eyeball away.

One could see the evil eyeball falling into the ice and snow like a red-hot steel ball, and directly merging into the body of the flesh-and-blood butcher.

At this moment, the crisp sound of glass breaking rang in my ears.

The opponent's momentum suddenly rose, and an unspeakable evil aura covered the sky at this moment.

The silver moonlight suddenly dimmed.

It was as if an extremely evil creature crawled out from the abyss.

Lying on the ground, the headless, horrible, strange creature that was stitched together trembled violently.

He stood up slowly!!

At this moment, everyone around felt creepy and their backs went cold.

He stared at the flesh-slayer with wide eyes.

As the crowd watched, the evil creature slowly turned around and faced Lear.

Lear could clearly sense the Flesh Slayer watching him.

Even if it has no head!!
That invisible gaze was like the blood-red sun hanging high in the sky, so hot and crazy.

"My lord!"

A hoarse, thunder-like, yet ethereal, unique voice rang out from all around.

Afterwards, this terrible life, which was glued together by the Half-Merceman God's divine power and swallowed a ray of divinity, knelt on one knee in the most humble manner.

Salute him.

Can you still talk without a head?

The wetland lizardmen around were all sweating coldly. They really broadened their horizons today.

Lear looked directly into the eyes of this terrible being.

The other person's neck was like the stem of a plucked melon, bare and covered with large blood scabs.

It gives people a creepy visual impact.

Such a life form, not to mention its combat capability, would cause great fear just by appearing in front of ordinary people.

"Do you have a name?"

"Ladina is the real name I was given when I was born."

Lear nodded.

Take a deep breath and open its properties panel.

But I was a little speechless, as it still showed that there were no specific attributes in the transformation.

"You haven't completed your transformation yet?"

"My Lord, the eyeball you gave me contains another unique power. I will need about a day to devour it."

The Flesh Slayer's speech was fluent and normal, as if he was communicating with a normal person.

Lear noticed this and asked directly.

"You have obtained the inheritance of knowledge?"

"Master, I have a lot of memories of the merfolk."

Lear finally understood.

The other party is condensed from the flesh and blood of half-merman, and is a creature with divine life, so it cannot be inferred by common sense.

"But flesh and blood is still needed?"

Ladina shook her bare neck.

"Digesting this eyeball is more important to me."

As he spoke, his voice was filled with excitement.

"The aura of the demigod remaining in the eyeball is very unique. I may be able to use it to devour its power."

Lear's eyes lit up.

Is there still such an operation?
A demigod is still a demigod after all, and the other party was born from divinity, so it doesn’t seem difficult to understand.

He didn't say much at the moment, just waved his hand and let the other person digest it.

However, he was also advised not to be greedy for credit. If he could devour the power of the Lord of the Smell and Flies, he should do so. If he could not, he should not force himself.

It is not a good thing to provoke the other party into doing desperate things.

The Flesh Slayer responded immediately, then lay down again under the swamp tree man and fell into a deep sleep again.

But this time, it is expected that the other party will wake up.

Lear was in a very good mood.

Hags has completed his transformation and his divine life has awakened. There are many good things happening today.

All in all, the Lord of Stench and Flies still gave him a wave of kills.

If they could wake up earlier, the ferocious plague fly general would have been slaughtered.

The aura of the Flesh Slayer is even more powerful and ferocious than Hags.

After all, this is a divine life, and the starting point of its birth is already the end point that ordinary life can hardly reach in a lifetime.

After the spoils were digested, this sudden attack came to an end.

The losses were great, but the gains were equally great.

It was a small profit. Lear did not stay for long and returned to the tent to rest.

The next day, early in the morning, the sun shone a ray of light, making the clouds in the sky colorful.

The crowd gathered in front of the City Hall early.

At this time, in the open space, dozens of coffins woven with vines were quietly placed on the ground.

The crowd fell silent.

A hero's funeral. This is the second time.

Compared with the previous time, the residents were more touched this time.

They were looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground and the tragic scene of the wetland lizardman warriors falling.

They even helped collect many corpses.

The heroes who sacrificed their lives died fighting for them.

Only by participating in it personally can one more intuitively appreciate the heavy meaning of this sentence.

These victims stood in the front line of the enemy's charge.

Without these fighters, last night would have been a battle royal.

They will be the ones to die now!
Lear came up to the crowd silently, glanced around, and spoke in a calm and solemn tone.

"Citizens of the City of Wisdom, you should all know that the enemy attacked the territory last night."

"Those filthy and disgusting monsters want to destroy our territory, seize our food, and devour our flesh and blood!"

As he spoke, his tone gradually became higher.

"But our warriors worked together to annihilate them!"

"We protected the territory and won the final victory!"

"But at the same time, we also paid a heavy price."

"Do you see the coffins in front of you? Each one is a hero who sacrificed his life last night to protect the territory and each and every one of us!"

"Remember these heroes, they died fighting for us!"

"They will never be forgotten, and they will never be ignored."

"The Tomb of the Heroes will be their home, and their names and legends will be sung in the Hall of Valor."

“They are role models for all of us!”

"There is no peace and quiet, danger is everywhere, and it is us soldiers who bear it all for us!"

"All the glory belongs to them. They died great and gloriously!"

"Awake!"

As these powerful and inspiring words were spoken, everyone felt as if a fire was burning in their chest.

The cohesion of the territory is soaring.

The wetland lizardman warriors immediately lifted their companion's coffin and set off for the Tomb of Heroes.

Lear walked with the coffin in his arms, while the swamp sirens scattered white flowers in front of him and sang sad but hopeful songs.

The atmosphere is solemn and dignified.

The crowd, who had never experienced it before, finally understood why people always said that sacrificing for the territory would be an honor.

Your Excellency, please support the coffin.

All the residents sent his soul off. What an honor!

At the burial, Lear once again buried the first shovel of soil with his own hands.

Then everyone observed three minutes of silence.

After all this was done and the crowd dispersed, the emotions in my heart lingered for a long time.

The barbarians were even more excited at this moment.

Last time, they were just spectators, but this time it was different - they also participated in this bloody battle last night.

And two of his companions died on the front line fighting the enemy!
Today, what made them unable to calm down for a long time was that two dead barbarians also received the same treatment and honor!

Even though this is not the territory of the barbarians, even though they are not even residents of this territory.
However, in the face of such glory, the fire in their hearts still burned brightly.

Sacrificing for this territory is not something unacceptable, but a great honor!

When walking, the waist becomes particularly straight.

When the crowd dispersed, the barbarian leader Azaken suddenly saw the wetland lizardman leader who had arrived in the territory two days ago and expressed doubts about the City of Wisdom.

He strode forward, stopped the other person, and spoke in a low voice.

"Do you know now?"

This incoherent sentence silenced the wetland lizardman leader.

After a long time, he held his chest and bowed to him.

"I apologize."

"I underestimated our territory, and even more so the master's mind."

He had been fighting near the barbarians last night and had seen with his own eyes how two of them were killed in the battle.

A brave warrior who deserves all respect.

Today, the courtesy received by the sacrificed soldiers far exceeded his imagination. He thought that it was a great fortune for the dead soldiers to be able to find a cemetery for burial.

I didn't expect that I would have such a solemn funeral, and that everyone's name would be engraved in Valhalla in the future!
That’s Valhalla!

In order to commend and encourage their believers, the gods built Valhalla to bury the heroic souls. After death, devout believers will enter Valhalla and be resurrected.

Human empires also imitated the gods to build Valhalla to praise and commemorate heroes who had made great contributions.

Known to everyone.

Entering Valhalla is definitely the highest praise and honor for a warrior.

No one can say no.

Azaken's expression softened.

The tone is somewhat complicated.

"It is an honor for us to be your subordinates."

He patted the other person on the shoulder and turned away.

He is not a member of the City of Wei Lu, he has his own territory.

But after more than half a month of living together, I have developed a strong sense of belonging to this territory.

If it weren't for the sense of responsibility to strengthen the barbarians, building the first territory of the barbarians would have supported him. Perhaps he would have already pledged his loyalty to the owner of this territory.

Some people may be born leaders that people follow willingly.

The hero's funeral was over and the crowd began to get busy.

Death is the most common thing in the wilderness and does not affect people's lives.

Soon, Lear received another good news: there was new progress on Green Grass Grandma's side.

He immediately came to the area where the mutant pitcher plants were planted with great interest.

At this moment, nine old figures with reed hair were busy working in the fields.

What surprised him was that the pitcher plants that had been planted just two days ago had now grown to thigh height.

And it's shaking its head in a rather magical way?

The sight of dozens of thigh-high pitcher plants swaying in the field is quite interesting.

Seeing him approaching, Grandma Green Grass immediately saluted.

"God the Father."

"What are you doing?"

The leading Green Grass Granny said softly.

"Father, these pitcher plants are perfect for spiritualization. We have given them some spirituality."

Pointing the Spirit, the talent of Grandma Green Grass - the ability to grant spirituality to plants and to communicate with spiritual plants.

Lear became interested.

I opened the properties of the pitcher plant and took a look.

It was found that its level was upgraded from 1 star to 2 stars, and it also had a new feature -

[Endowed with unique spirituality and a certain amount of wisdom, it can actively absorb nutrients to accelerate its own growth and can speed up the secretion of nectar. ]

In just a short while, it turned into a 2-star magical plant? !

Lear was somewhat surprised.

What’s interesting is that after the other party gains spirituality, it can actively absorb nutrients to grow and accelerate the secretion of nectar.

It was passive absorption before, but now it can actively absorb. No wonder it grows so fast.

Looking carefully, I found that after such a short while, these pitcher plants have grown a little bit higher.
This spiritual talent is quite powerful.

At this rate, it won’t be long before the pitcher plant will be producing nectar, right?
Lear's thoughts became excited.

In the future, when these pitcher plants grow, they will definitely produce seedlings.

If we continue to expand the planting scale at that time, won’t we have a stable source of sugar?

Sugar is a strategic resource in modern times. In a world without a sugar industry, it can almost be called a luxury.

If a large-scale sugar industry could be built, it would be a continuous source of wealth, much more valuable than any gold or silver mines.

If the territory wants to develop in the future, it must engage in foreign trade. However, Weilu City currently has nothing to offer in foreign trade, so this has become a specialty!

A treasure that can be exchanged for a large amount of resources!

He looked at Grandma Green Grass with admiration.

“Great job!!”

"We will try to make the pitcher plants grow up as quickly as possible and reproduce them. We can start building our sugar industry from now on."

(End of this chapter)