Incredible.
Once he finished, Lear carefully observed that, according to the swallowing speed of the Angel's Heart, these angels could fully come into existence within a week.
In high spirits, he did not linger further, integrated the Holy Angel Battle Sword into his soul, and returned to Weilu City.
It was already December 9th, two days since the attack by the Weeping Blood Saint Master.
Mire Swamp remained undisturbed, and now was very quiet, with various departments seizing the moment to complete the tasks assigned by the City Hall.
Lear refrained from any major actions and began to engage in governance, dealing with the accumulated affairs from before.
The Master of Fallen Angels would undoubtedly go mad after losing such treasures, so it was better to wait for the storm to pass.
Although City Hall had taken on the majority of administrative duties, as the sole Sovereign of the territory, some critical core matters couldn't progress without his nod.
