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Chapter 763 - 324: Enormous Gains
Lear looked deeply at Rachelia.
The resurrection method of the Master of the Crown still involved using the bloodline to gather strength and revive.
This is described in many myths and legends.
The closest example is Kalanis being harmed by her own father, using her bloodline to awaken his power.
This method is not uncommon, but what’s interesting is... the descendant of the Master of the Crown in front of him is exceptionally conflicted about this situation.
On one hand, she is proud of the Divine Blood in her veins, on the other hand, she resists the revival of the Master of the Crown taking over her body.
Unwilling to sacrifice everything for the divine resurrection.
But after seeing that determined gaze, it became a bit clearer.
How can a leader who leads her people to resist at all costs in the most critical moment hand over everything to something unknown, even if it’s a god!
As Lear pondered, he waved his hand towards the rear.
In the next moment, a Great Demon flapped its wings and approached, landing on the ground and gently laying down the heavily injured human.
The other trembled and slowly regained consciousness, opening his eyes to see Rachelia Corona, holding the Ritual Sword, her body bloodstained and on the verge of collapse.
The thick scent of blood in the air entered his nostrils, as if piercing his lungs.
His face showed shock, and he said in a trembling voice.
"Princess..."
Rachelia looked at the heavily injured human, revealing a slight astonishment on her face, and then said gladly.
"Desa, you did well finding Your Majesty."
"Your Highness, those Demons..."
The severely injured human strained to turn his head and look around, but his body was too weak to rise.
Trying several times failed, he finally lay back helplessly.
"No need to be agitated... the Demons have been defeated by Your Majesty, and that damned Evil God - Plague Tyrant was also scared away after seeing Your Majesty..."
Speaking of this, there was still a sense of uncertainty.
The Divine Spirits were frightened away; how terrifying is this extraordinary being before him?
The heavily injured human was stunned, becoming a bit clearer, and instinctively looked at Lear on the side.
Is this Your Majesty really so powerful?
He felt incredibly fortunate.
Thankfully he encountered Your Majesty, otherwise, the Crown Tribe might not have survived this ordeal.
Lear ignored their conversation, gazing at Rachelia, and said softly.
"The Master of the Crown will no longer revive; I will take this Crown."
Rachelia’s gaze was complex, but she finally took a deep breath.
"Your will is above all!"
She then hesitated a bit.
"Your Majesty, the Crown of the Sun is not merely a weapon for the Crown Tribe... it is our tool for agriculture."
"If you take it away... it will certainly affect food production."
"What food do you normally consume?"
"Mainly Graystone Wheat... this crop loves sunlight and matures twice a year."
"Twice a year?"
"Yes."
"What’s the yield?"
"Each mu can produce 300 to 350 kilograms."
Lear frowned slightly.
This production efficiency is a bit low.
"Is there enough water source nearby?"
Rachelia hesitated.
"There is a large river in Crown City that can meet the needs for planting... but more importantly, sunlight."
"Graystone Wheat cannot grow without sunlight."
Lear said softly.
"In my territory, we now grow Swamp Wheat, which matures four times a year."
"The Moonlight Mushroom, which does not need sunlight, is the staple food of underground life. As long as there is sufficient water supply, it can mature once a month..."
"I will have someone send the seeds over later, and you should switch to them as quickly as possible."
Swamp Wheat that matures four times a year?!
And Moonlight Mushrooms that mature once a month?
With such crops, who would fear not having enough to eat?!
For a moment, the gaze towards Lear became fiery.
The voice trembled slightly.
"Your Majesty, if we can switch to these crops, for the Crown Tribe... it would be of great significance!"
"We can never repay your kindness."
Lear’s mouth twitched, though there’s no need to speak so fervently.
Thinking, he turned his head towards White Stone City, built against the mountain.
"You should go back first, clean up the battlefield, and properly settle the residents of the city..."
Rachelia turned to look at the bloodstained city, taking a deep breath.
Despite paying a heavy price, she did not disappoint the residents’ expectations... the Crown Tribe survived the enemy’s unscrupulous attacks.
And in the future, it shall continue to exist!
Praise the sun!
Praise Your Majesty!
At the moment, dragging her weary and incomplete body, she regrouped the army to heal the wounded and clean the battlefield.
Lear silently watched this scene, casting a few healing spells on Rachelia, letting her injuries recover to minor wounds, without meddling in these chores.
When his power reached a certain level, gestures to buy affection like these no longer interested him.
When this plane returns to peace, the promotional system of Weilu City will let the residents know who their protector is, who will be their faith in the future.
This city will erect statues of the Gods of the Swamp Sect, establish a grand church.
And everyone will praise the Swamp.
What he needs to do is to eliminate the threats on this plane.
Soon, under Rachelia’s clarification, the people realized they had achieved victory and began to cheer.
Warriors embraced each other and wept.
The Demons had been driven away; no one could harm them again!
The future was clear.
Many warriors instinctively looked at the figure holding the sun in the sky; no dazzling light could conceal his visage.
He stood in the sky, and the sun in his hand was merely his magnificent backdrop.
Although it emitted no prestige, it bore a soul-penetrating majesty that made hearts tremble.