"The feats you have achieved, I have seen them all; I will not treat any brave warrior unfairly!"

These warriors have followed Lear from Lorand City to this point.

Each has achieved glorious victories.

They deserve to be rewarded first.

The few Wetland Lizard-men immediately became uncontrollably excited, their eyes blazing with fervor.

For the Lizard-man, the Cold-blooded Cavalry holds great significance, akin to the Griffin for humans, serving as a spiritual totem.

To change careers to become Cold-blooded Cavalry is the ultimate pursuit every Lizard-man dreams of.

After expressing their gratitude several times, they immediately entered the circle and began to select seriously.

The palm-sized little lizards didn't show much difference, quickly making their choice.

Seeing this, Haggs stepped forward and informed them of the career change method.

Then, he used his own blood to condense special lizard runes, integrating them into a corpse.

The chosen little lizards immediately rushed forward to devour it frantically, and soon finished eating it clean.

Once the little lizards stopped feeding, the Wetland Lizardman Warrior immediately slit their palms and began to nourish them with fresh blood.

After swallowing the blood, the eyes of the little lizards turned crimson and began a new round of devouring.

With ample flesh and blood, it will only take two to three days for them to evolve into true killing machines - Fierce Wild Lizards.

These Wetland Lizard-men will also share life with them, gaining more ferocious combat power.

With the example of Haggs ahead, Lear was full of expectations for the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

Once the matters here were settled, he walked briskly towards the swamp area where the Treant was.

Beneath the tree trunk, the Flesh Butcher lay quietly and motionlessly, resembling a corpse long dead.

No heartbeat, no sound of breathing, and even... no head.

He opened the bag and took out the scarlet eyeball.

Compared to the eyeball extracted yesterday from the Plague Fly General, the powers contained within today's eyeball were of an entirely different level.

The instant the eyeball appeared, the Flesh Butcher seemed to sense something, causing its body to tremble, then slowly standing up with both hands on the ground.

The headless body turned towards Lear.

That invisible, sun-like gaze stared at him intensely.

"Sovereign... I sense a much richer demigod presence."

Lear smiled happily and extended the scarlet eyeball in his hand.

"This is the eye dug out from that demigod..."

The Flesh Butcher was slightly stunned, and then the invisible gaze became extraordinarily fervent.

"Sovereign, I can sense the unique power contained within this eye; if I can devour it, there is a fifty percent chance of seizing that demigod's power!!"

Seizing the opponent's power?!

And with fifty percent certainty?

Lear felt rather incredulous.

This guy, quite formidable indeed.

That is, after all, a demigod, not some random creature.

After regaining his composure, he somehow felt the Master of Stench and Flies was somewhat akin to a livestock he had fenced-in, always able to shear some wool from.

He handed over the eyeball.

"Very well, then, this shall be your reward..."

"Thank you for your gracious gift..."

The Flesh Butcher's tone was filled with immense joy, feeling the eye would stimulate further evolution.

The next moment, the scarlet eyeball floated upwards as if losing gravity, directly flying beside the Flesh Butcher.

Dark red energy surged forth, enveloping the eyeball, and then concentrated to form tendrils, pulling the eyeball towards its body.

The eyeball seemed to sense something, explosively releasing fierce energy, frantically trying to retreat.

But against absolute power, it proved utterly futile...

Dragged closer to the chest by a multitude of blood-red tendrils.

Upon contact with the skin, the fused flesh ripped open, swallowing the eyeball.

A massive bulge appeared on the chest, gradually subsiding after a few breaths, returning to tranquility.

At this moment, the previously calm aura of the Flesh Butcher surged like a collapsing mountain crashing into the sea, stirring massive waves.

Ferociously rising.

An invisible pressure emanated from its center, instantaneously spreading in all directions.

At this moment, everyone in Weilu City sharply turned their heads in the direction, eyes filled with terror.

Sweat instantly soaked their backs.

The oppressive pressure that seeped into their souls and pierced their bloodlines made their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

The Dragon Blood Fish in the fish farm frantically leapt about, its tail spreading large splashes on the water's surface.

Further away in the pig farm, the Three-tailed Pig snarled, trying to rush out of the pigsty.

Fortunately, the terrifying aura lasted only a few breaths before gradually dissipating.

Otherwise, the territory alone would have descended into chaos due to the pressure.

As everything returned to calmness, the Flesh Butcher completed its final transformation before him.

This terrifying being, standing three meters tall, headless, its body fully sewn with flesh, knelt on one knee.

In the most humble posture, it saluted him,

"My lord, thank you for your gift... from now on, your humble servant, at your command."

Seeing this, Lear smiled with satisfaction.

Having invested so much, it was finally time to reap the rewards!

With endless anticipation, he opened the Attribute Panel of this Divine Life.

Flesh Butcher

Divine Life

Talent: Undying, Divine essence eternally preserving its own undying...

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