He glanced at the series of explanations transmitted by the World Will into his mind about [Map Editor (One-time)].

[Map Editor (One-time)]

"You will gain the authority to edit the positions of various resources within your territory, with a maximum area not exceeding 30%.

Note: The map editor is akin to redistributing existing resources within your territory into different spatial regions; it does not create something from nothing."

"Although I had heard the Lord mention how exaggerated this thing is, truly understanding the function of the map editor... indeed, this is no different from a divine artifact, except for whose hands it is in."

Lancelot had no hesitation; he directly activated the effect of the map editor.

Instantly, he only felt a severe headache.

The new map of the future Lancaster, after the fusion with the dungeon, appeared in Jonathan's mind.

Mountains and rivers, woodlands and grasslands, swamps and great lakes...

The countless beautiful sceneries imprinted in his mind, leaving him both shocked and feeling his mental state rapidly deteriorating.

"Open Queen Jasmine's potion bottle from the Lord!"

Jonathan shouted.

Those around him immediately leapt forward and smashed the prepared bottle of the Queen's magic power onto the ground in distress.

As the bottle shattered, the pervasive magic aroma instantly filled the entire space, causing the numerous Gluttonous Slimes to become agitated. Utilizing Jonathan's higher authority from his own Gluttonous Slime, he began to channel the computing power of all Gluttonous Slimes to his own slime.

Soon, his Gluttonous Slime, with the coordinated computing power, managed the vast memory data in his mind.

The small tail behind him suddenly opened, biting heavily onto his neck.

Jonathan took a deep breath, feeling the natural magic aroma flooding into his nostrils. The sweet and cool fragrance transformed into a force to invigorate his mind, permeating through his body with the pulsation of his lungs, enhancing his capacity to bear mental burdens.

Without the help of this [Map Editor], Lancaster as it stands would find adjusting the entire territory's terrain a challenging and arduous task, even with the assistance of the Floating City.

But with the map editor, it's not the same...

With the reconstruction of the territory map, at that moment, it seemed as if the world changed.

[Ding~ Would you like to accelerate the territory reconstruction speed?]

"Accelerate!"

Jonathan's eyes flashed with a bloody light.

Lancaster Territory is his home; how could he allow his home to be invaded by a group of foreign enemies, especially by the cultists the Lord despises the most.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who is willing to fight with me until the world's end, behind us rangers is Lancaster. Now, with the Lord absent, we are the last line of defense.

Perhaps our reinforcements will be late, and perhaps the Duchy of Englans or the Bell Federation will never know of our experience, but Lancaster's land and people will eventually know.

The Rangers are children of the wind, children of freedom. Now, I give you the choice, to drift with the wind, choosing to survive, or to die with me?

Who wants to retreat!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

Jonathan laughed heartily.

"Hahahaha~ Then hold tight to your weapons and follow me into battle!"

The wind rises, and flags wave.

...

[Location: Duchy of Englans·Lancaster Territory·20 kilometers surrounding Titan City]

The death march organized by the Black Sun Church followers is rapidly approaching the main city of Lancaster Territory at a terrifying speed.

The leader, a Divine Favored, wore a smile so instantly likeable, yet somehow, the more one looked, the more this smile felt as cunning as a fox.

The faces of the surrounding Black Sun Church followers bore expressions of fear and ambition.

The fear stemmed from their knowledge that Syric the Trickster God was undoubtedly one of the most dangerous evil gods in the world. Even those powerful nations were unwilling to deal with the madman Syric, but there was no choice; Syric, once a true god with great divine power, even now being demoted to an evil god by major nations, cannot be stopped from spreading his followers across the world.

Because deception and lies are the best weapons in reality!

This is something that everyone must acknowledge.

Hence, as long as lies exist in this world, as long as people persist in exploiting one another, the root of Syric's strength will never vanish, destined to grow alongside the expansion and maturity of intelligent species.

Thus, they feel fear.

Because only they understand most clearly, whether as the Prince of Lies or the Master of Murder, it is but a facet of my god Syric—he is inherently the most dangerous presence in this world, and from a long-term perspective, possibly one of the sources of the greatest chaos.

So when Syric descended into the body of the Divine Favored, all loyal followers under the Prince of Lies obeyed his orders.

No one wanted to risk the potential aftermath of being backstabbed by Syric.

Such a feeling was simply too painful.

Yet, the ambition is also real!