Lear left the blacksmith shop full of anticipation.

Just as he was about to return and rest, he suddenly heard a burst of cheers from outside.

Curiously, he turned his head and saw that the Swamp Boggart, having finished her lecture, was tidying up the stage for a new round of theatrical performance.

Even though the Swamp Boggart had been promoted to full Level 12, reaching the 3 Stars potential limit,

she was still tireless in performing dramas to harvest emotions.

Every one or two days, a performance would take place.

With her unique immersive singing, she always provided residents below with a perfect viewing experience.

Interestingly, after a few experiments, the Swamp Boggart intentionally or unintentionally blurred the memories of previous plays from the residents through her singing.

Causing the residents to feel as if they were watching a performance for the first time each time.

Maintaining a high level of curiosity and enthusiasm.

However, this time was different from the past, tonight's performance was the first original drama.

The Birth of a Hero.

The main plot is about an outsider who unwittingly becomes a member of Weilu City, initially not recognizing the territory and even constantly thinking of escaping.

Unexpectedly, he became a soldier by accident.

Along the way, he fell in love with a beautiful and pure girl.

After experiencing various hardships, not only did he transform into a hero unit, but he also became the mainstay of the army.

Finally, he perfectly won the beauty's affection, ending in a happy conclusion.

The content was expanded considerably by the Swamp Boggart, turning it into a vivid and substantial story.

Many parts praised the territory and the Lord.

Besides, it mixed in many difficulties encountered during territory building and the sacrifices made by the army.

Though the arrangement time wasn't long, there were no loopholes, and the proximity to life immediately drew the crowd into the state.

They watched with keen interest.

Even the haughty Dark Night Elves were completely immersed.

The audience's emotions rose and fell with the protagonist's experiences.

This story was captivating, and with its ample promotional content, anyone who watched it would develop a strong affection and sense of belonging to Weilu City.

This cultural impact wouldn't forcibly change people's minds but rather subtly and thoroughly influence them without a sound.

Victory through culture!

After watching for a while, Lear suddenly felt like he sensed something, his spirit lifted.

He immediately summoned the Great Demon, instructing it to take him to the pig farm.

Upon landing, he had no hesitation, and with a thought,

Crimson spread around.

The land became covered with flesh and blood, a bloody scent filled the air... The Land of Crimson Rot reappeared under the starry sky.

Lear stepped inside, his gaze immediately locked onto a large group of figures in the central area.

The Nagas and the King of Naga, corrupted by the Power of Crimson, had completed their final transformation step by this time.

Focusing his spirit, hundreds of three-meter-tall corrupted Nagas stood towering and impressive.

Their blood-red eyes were cold and lifeless, and upon gazing at them, not a trace of life essence was felt, more like a set of statues.

Their lower body snake tails arched, supporting their upper bodies, their waists straight and robust.

Large patches of blood-colored spots were irregularly spread across their serpentine bodies, giving a strong visual impact.

Their four arms' muscles bulged high, as if cast from metal, exuding an unspeakable sense of power ready to unleash lethal attacks at any moment.

Even without any actions, merely glancing from afar revealed the fierceness and brutality of these beings.

A Level 12 High Tier unit is definitely no weakling.

If the Cold-blooded Cavalry were not equipped with Rock Heavy Armor, having a near-decimating advantage in Equipment, the earlier battle would not have been so easy.

Lear slightly sensed that the number of corrupted Nagas had reached 320.

This was a force not to be underestimated.

But the most eye-catching was the figure in the central area, exuding a frenzy aura.

The King of Naga!

Standing at 3.5 meters, a head taller than the ordinary corrupted Nagas.

Its aura was even more ferocious.

This was the king of Nagas, even without a Crown; it still made one's heart tremble.

At this moment, Lear could clearly feel the transformation of the other party.

A half-undead life form.

No longer exuding any normal life essence.

Instead, it was shrouded in necromantic energy.

Which gave a more terrifying feel.

A Level 15 Hero, something two months ago that was unimaginable to him.

Let alone enslaving, even if only glancing from a distance, he would immediately flee for fear of being discovered.

In Lorand City, a Hero of this rank would be, at least, a deputy commander of a ten-thousand-man legion.

A deservedly distinguished figure.

But now, he seemed to have a handful, the precious feeling almost gone.

Lear savored the taste, with a bit of emotion.

Perhaps this is the feeling after getting rich?

The King of Naga sensed Lear's aura and immediately slithered closer.

When it was about ten meters away, it bowed its head in salute,

"Great Sovereign, Duodoru, your humble servant salutes you!"

Lear returned to his senses, gazing at the Level 15 Naga Hero, nodding with satisfaction.

Their combat power was by no means low.

Even with a 4-star Radiant Crown's blessing, they couldn't have withstood the siege of eight High Tier Heroes for long if not highly capable.

While pondering, his mind slightly stirred.

The Scepter of Destruction surged up from the ground.

Lear grasped the scepter and handed it to the other.

"Continue to wield the Scepter of Destruction... In the future, I hope you can become the fangs of Weilu City, tearing apart all enemies!"

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