Sitting on the tree canopy, Lear felt extremely wonderful.

This time, the harvest was enormous.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a rapid ascent.

After a moment, he suddenly remembered that while he had been busy investigating the Abyss Duke's flesh, he seemed to have forgotten to arrange the disassembly of the Energy Core within the Mechanical Puppet.

He immediately inquired.

The response from below reassured him; the Bubble Beast had collected all the Energy Cores while he was exploring the mechanical head.

Now, all the treasures he discovered in the relic were in his pocket.

Feeling joyful, he hurried along the road.

The journey was silent; when night was falling, the army returned to the territory.

The residents, who had been busy preparing dinner after a long day, sighed with relief upon seeing the army returning.

The display this morning was quite terrifying.

They also feared any unexpected mishaps.

In this world, their only reliance was on the Lord.

Their hard work recently in Weilu City had allowed each of them to have their own home, their own life.

They had long since regarded this territory as their home,

they couldn't imagine what it would be like if they had to leave the territory.

Perhaps disaster isn't even enough to describe it.

But soon, someone noticed that the number of Cold-blooded Cavalry had decreased significantly.

Moreover, all the warriors bore clear scars and traces of blood.

Their weapons broken, scales ripped... it's evident a fierce battle had occurred.

Respect instantly grew in their eyes.

These were heroes fighting for the territory.

And they were enjoying the benefits of these warriors' sacrifices.

Lear, under the residents' respectful gaze, directed the Ancient Tree Guardians to return to their stationed position and take root again.

At the same time, he disbanded the army, allowing everyone to rest freely.

These high-intensity battles had tired even the fearless Wetland Lizardman Warriors, both physically and mentally.

Lear went straight back to the City Hall, washed up and changed into clean clothes, finally relaxing.

But he didn't get to rest for long, as the Corrupted Naga guarding outside came to report that Bain requested to see him.

Upon his approval, the Mud Swamp Hero arrived in strides shortly after.

"Good evening, my lord."

He had gone to inspect the planting conditions of the farmland this afternoon, and wasn't present when Lear returned, so he couldn't greet him.

Lear, sitting on a rattan chair in the office area, looked at the white-haired Mud Swamp and spoke softly.

"Bain, have a seat... Is there anything you need to report?"

Bain took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice.

"My lord, the mechanical finger you brought back is somewhat unusual..."

Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What's unusual?"

"It seems to be a living creature."

Lear's eyes sharpened, instinctively sitting upright, staring at his counterpart.

"A living creature?!"

"Yes, during the transportation just now, two Mud Swamp people seemed to hear whispers coming from the broken finger."

He hesitated a bit before continuing.

"However, I went to investigate and found nothing unusual..."

Lear couldn't sit still; the origin of this thing was too exaggerated.

Any accident could have a huge impact.

This treasure was already in his pocket; he couldn't allow anything to happen.

He immediately got up, heading with Bain to the area near the City Hall where the Ancient Tree Guardians were stationed.

These Ancient Tree Guardians had become his Treasure Vault.

Heavy and non-portable treasures were all placed here.

With these 12th-level Life Guardians, he felt at ease.

The three-meter-long giant mechanical finger was placed next to an Ancient Tree Guardian.

Unless some hallucination-like nonsense occurred, the mechanical finger must have something he hasn't discovered yet.

He stepped forward.

Staring at the metallic luster, the three-meter-long silver finger, he looked cold.

His mind extended outward, enveloping the entire broken finger.

In his perception, he couldn't sense the fragmented feel of mechanical parts.

Instead, it felt like flesh, growing piece by piece from the womb.

Its delicacy and complexity were astonishing.

Yet as he sensed it thoroughly, he found nothing.

It seemed as though there was nothing inside.

At this time, the two Mud Swamp people who heard the whispering were called over.

Upon receiving Lear's approval, they immediately reported.

"Lord, during the transportation, we both heard some faint whispers."

"Although we couldn't make out what they were saying, we are sure it came from inside here!"

Their determined attitude gave Lear a clue.

His gaze fixed on the mechanical broken finger.

He spoke in a deep voice.

"I know you are listening; now, I'm giving you a chance—come out on your own."

As his voice fell, the scene fell into silence.

A few breaths later, seeing no movement, Lear's eyes grew stern.

He pressed his right hand on the mechanical finger.

In the next moment, the Swamp Divine Format within his body emitted a ghostly blue glow, an inviolable sacred pressure surged forth.

Like a torrent rushing down from a mountain, it poured into it.

Beginning a mad sweep of the mechanical finger.

Under the terrifying pressure.

The surrounding Ancient Tree Guardians felt tremendous pressure, their bodies trembling, branches swaying continuously.

The two nearby Mud Swamp people had their legs go weak, directly prostrating on the ground, humbly pressing their heads against it in submission.

Only thus could they barely ease their inner fear.

Amid Lear's unrestrained pressure, he suddenly heard a soft hum by his ear, as if someone waking from a dream.

Subsequently, the mechanical finger suddenly emitted a unique pressure, squeezing a gap within the Divine Power.

In the next moment, an image popped into Lear's mind.

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