The Master of Marshes slowly stepped forward, approached Lear, and bowed with a hand on his chest.
"Sovereign!"
A voice deep and powerful.
Lear gazed at this ultimate soldier walking through the air, nodding in satisfaction.
It's a pity that the Power of Faith is still insufficient. Otherwise, a few squadrons of the Master of Marshes would be unleashed, fearing no enemy assaults!
He subtly shifted his thoughts, continuing to channel the Power of Faith into the Ancient Crystal Stone, and shortly, one Master of Marshes after another emerged from the void.
When the Power of Faith dwindled from 600,000 to just 100,000, a squad of Masters of Marshes appeared before him.
Ten stood side by side, holding tridents over five meters long, their gaze solemn, and the earth-colored gemstones in the center of their brows emitted a faint glow.
Emitting a palpable pressure that made one's heart tremble, comparable to the Wetland Angels.
