Lear took a deep breath, turned to look at the army beside him, and spoke in a low tone.
"The divine spirit of the Half-Fishman priest has awakened."
"The enemy we face this time is... a god!"
This statement caused the Wetland Lizardman Warriors to fall silent abruptly.
A god... awakening?!
No matter how brutal, all life harbors a deep-seated reverence for the divine spirit.
For that is the sovereign of this world, an unparalleled existence above all beings.
But in an instant, these warriors regained their composure, their amber eyes firmly fixed on Lear.
Awaiting orders from their sovereign.
What of a god?!
As long as the sovereign commands, they dare to draw their blades!
The will of the sovereign is above all!
Feeling the change in the gazes of the Wetland Lizardman Warriors, Lear felt somewhat gratified.
