Magic power roared like a tide, all infused into the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King.

Chirp~Chirp~

Its throat emitted a low, clear chirping.

The plum blossom-like patterns on its body began to deepen, a faint green arose around it.

As if fresh green leaves had grown.

At the same time, the original moss-covered antlers grew quickly.

Turned into long tendrils about ten centimeters long.

Covering the entire antlers.

With its movement, the moss tendrils swayed in the wind, giving a rather wondrous feeling.

Crack~Crack~ The sound of bones shifting echoed.

The Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King slowly stood up, its figure began to rise.

Inflating like a balloon, its shoulder height exceeded 4 meters before slowly stopping.

Meanwhile, the surrounding magic power gradually quieted down.

Lear concentrated his senses, the original Level 14... had soared to Level 15!!

It had reached the limit of 4 Stars' potential, perfectly graduated.

This was his 10th Level 15 hero unit in hand, capable of forming a high-tier combat squad!

Feeling great.

After recovering, the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King called out to the sky, taking large strides forward and once again prostrating before Lear.

This time, its eyes were filled with fiery admiration.

Lear smiled warmly, reaching out to stroke its fur.

Soft and slightly warm, he could feel the strong muscles beneath the fur.

He flipped onto its back, riding on the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King.

The Deer King slowly rose, his view abruptly elevated.

Riding on a 4-meter-high mount, the feeling was completely different.

Everything around seemed to become smaller.

Sitting on its soft fur, there was no discomfort, but rather it was very comfortable.

With a thought, the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King walked forward, then accelerated increasingly until it began to gallop.

No matter how fast it sprinted, Lear felt steady, without a hint of jolt.

After circling around, he was exhilarated inside.

This feeling of taking a ride was indeed different.

Looking at the huge and handsome antlers ahead, he couldn't help but smile.

In the past, watching The Lord of the Rings, he always envied seeing the Elf King riding his mount flaunting.

Now, he had the Elf King's mount too.

It's great.

More importantly, this was a Level 15 hero unit with fierce combat power.

Previously, it took several Great Demons to jointly besiege and take it down.

Now, after leveling up to Level 15, its combat power was further enhanced.

After several rounds, he returned to the center of the Land of Crimson Rot.

Satisfied, he descended from the back of the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King.

His gaze turned to the Flying Dragon, only its head exposed, imprisoned underground.

Only this Level 16 hero left!!

Taking a deep breath, his eyes focused.

Underground, the flesh churned, the Mechanical Broken Finger quietly emerged.

A picture suddenly appeared in Lear's mind, atop a mountain built of unclear metal parts.

A life cast from machinery, with only its head made of flesh, sat there.

Majestic like a mountain, its aura fierce like the sea.

Its deep eyes gazed forward, as if seeing through time and space. A strong psychological pressure was felt.

"Good evening, Lear."

"Good evening, Lord Azaro..."

Every time Lear saw this Ancient God, he felt a timeless sense of antiquity.

It touched him inexplicably.

This giant who lived from ancient times, one couldn't fathom how terrifying it was at the peak.

"This Flying Dragon has been enslaved for several days... Could I trouble you to convert it into a Mechanical Flying Dragon?"

Upon beginning his exploration of the Underworld, his desire for strength rose a notch.

Now, while Weilu City seemed strong, its available combat power was far from enough.

The looming revenge of the Master of Stench and Flies, that Demigod, kept him in high alert.

In addition, there was the Abyss Duke — the Tyrant Monarch robbed of authority by Kalanis!

Neither one was easy to deal with.

The Ancient Goblin God gazed with dark eyes, speaking with a distinctive tone.

"That's not difficult..."

"Prepare the corresponding metals, ready at any time."

After speaking, he hesitated a bit.

"Lear, previously you mentioned about spreading Goblin knowledge..."

Before finishing his sentence, Lear smiled.

"The teaching location is ready, I think it's better for you to select the students specifically."

"Just wondering, is there a way for you to leave this severed finger temporarily..."

The Ancient Goblin God's eyes brightened.

"That's simple... My soul can't leave, but it can possess a mechanical body."

"You can help prepare some metals for me."

Lear nodded, his gaze turned to the Flying Dragon.

"I'll make arrangements immediately."

At that moment, he focused, carefully sensing the Land of Crimson Rot.

After rounds of consumption, the previously obtained energy still had two-thirds in reserve.

It was amassed from nearly 10 days of mad slaughter of Fallen Demon.

Yet it took only a few days to spend a third.

However, he wouldn't be stingy with the necessary consumption.

Accumulating energy was for this moment's expenditure.

In the next moment, the vast energy surged wildly, and madly infused into the Crimson Demon Iron Ore Vein.

Soon the vein condensed into a small mountain, reflecting a blood-red glow, looking like a shimmering ruby.

Lear simultaneously dispatched people to the Blacksmith Shop to transport ordinary iron ore and high-tier iron ore.

The 10 kilograms of refined gold acquired in the last trade were also brought along.

Under his will, the Land of Crimson Rot quickly piled up with ores.

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