After calming down, intense ambition surged in Lear's heart.
By occupying all the temples of the Wild Pantheon, the number of temples under his control would reach—45!
Nearing halfway to the hundred temples needed for feedback from the Original Plane.
Controlling 20 temples seemed a distant goal.
But with control over 45, the feeling is completely different.
He took a deep breath and looked at the Dark Night Elf leader standing by.
"Convey my order."
A strong and authoritative voice echoed around.
"Your Majesty."
Isa stood at attention, ready.
"The entire army will rest for 5 hours, and after recovering status, immediately advance to Eagle's Nest Mountain!"
The war has begun, and there is no room for pause.
Next, we will sever all the tendrils of the Wild Pantheon with overwhelming force, uprooting them completely, leaving no room for respite.
The Heart of the Wild has already fallen, and the space passage has been crushed; the remaining enemy forces are trapped.
