Oh, it's my meal that's arrived.
Ed pondered this, then walked downstairs contentedly.
Little Green grows stronger by devouring Territory Secret Pact, while I do similar things by relying on the flesh and blood offered by players.
As [ Ham Warrior ] and [ Lettuce Priest ] brought Oliver's body to him, Ed readily paid the remaining balance for them.
As Ed gazed at the man before him, a Middle Tier marquis in life, he felt himself increasingly resembling a villainous god.
He brainwashed his subordinates (preaching), abused his power (summoning Calamity ), and now he's going to become a ghoul again.
In other worldviews, this character would definitely be a major villain with a prominent mark on his head, but in this world where the bottom line is very low, that's not the case.
Because of his extremely low expectations, Ed actually had no psychological barriers to dealing with the Blood Corpse, a creature that was no longer human.
However, he still chose to digest the other party in a way that was closer to plant-based eating, rather than grabbing and gnawing on it like a Blood Corpse.
Although Oliver was dead, the Grand Duke of Adelaide preserved his final dignity.
At this moment, his corpse is a complete template of Middle Tier powerhouse. Even though the vitality within it has almost disappeared, there are still many things that Ed can learn from it.
Countless vines surged in from all directions, completely enveloping Oliver with their soft surface.
In the stillness of the early morning, Ed took a step into the Middle Tier.
An irreversible process of transformation into a higher form of life began at this moment. He felt increasingly tired and weak, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep as if he had returned to his previous life. Only his subconscious was still barely maintaining the operation of the entire upgrade process according to his pre-planned ideas, and an undeniable fluctuation of Psionic Energy began to spread.
Seraphina, who was pondering new types of insurance in the bank, suddenly paused. Her golden dragon eyes peered through the obsidian ceiling toward the castle, her pure black pupils narrowing like two slender embroidery needles.
Gazing in that direction for a long time, Seraphina suddenly exclaimed "Oh!" in realization, then murmured to herself:
"Such a grand Middle Tier promotion? You really do have some secrets..."
While Willow was studying the Territory Secret Pact in a secluded room, the gem in her hand suddenly fell onto the table.
"Uh, I feel a little dizzy..."
She quickly reached out and covered her eyes, but it was too late.
The essence of liches is more like an aggregate of high-purity Psionic Energy than a pure monster, a talent that endows this race with unparalleled Psionic Energy perception.
However, when there are huge fluctuations in external Psionic Energy, liches are affected far more severely than other races.
That was exactly what happened. Willow felt that the Psionic Energy around her was like a tsunami triggered by a series of earthquakes, and the Psionic Energy of this world had already been completely corrupted by the Demonic Tide.
So for Willow, the feeling at that moment was as uncomfortable as falling into a sewage treatment plant.
Her attempt to shield herself was, unsurprisingly, ineffective. Her Psionic Energy vision activated uncontrollably, and her entire body began to converge towards the Psionic Energy, gradually shifting towards a translucent, ghostly blue.
In her vision, the black hole that had once devoured her Psionic Energy reappeared, just as Motley had seen before. Rather than calling it a bottomless black hole, it would be more accurate to describe it as a " Black Sun."
The all-consuming black hole and the sun that spreads its light across the earth seem to merge into one, bringing a scorching heat that penetrates to the very marrow while even the soul is being sucked away.
Feeling her Psionic Energy rapidly draining away, Willow stared blankly at the Black Sun that had suddenly appeared in her field of vision and was still growing larger, and muttered a somewhat aggrieved complaint:
Why didn't you say anything...?
Before she could finish speaking, she collapsed to the ground, exhausted of her Psionic Energy.
In the dense forest near the castle, Xilǐ'er was leading the Gungnir in a forced march training exercise when a strange and rhythmic Psionic Energy wave swept across his body.
After a brief hesitation, he took the lead in changing the marching route and, based on the direction of the fluctuations he sensed twice, precisely pinpointed the location of the fluctuations' source—the ancient castle.
With a sharp pull on the reins, Radish's forelegs jerked up, and the metal warhorse reared up high, emitting a neighing sound like the clashing and squeezing of fine iron.
The Gungnir riding their Hoofed Beast halted behind Xilǐ'er. In the dim light of dawn, the silver-armored knight turned and planted his lance in the ground, his stern gaze sweeping over the lord's personal guard, which had now grown to several dozen men.
"I have a premonition that the time to return to the Eternal Domain is approaching. I think I need to adjust my teaching plan and prioritize teaching you the most important lesson: the principles that a knight must uphold."
Near the castle, a new facility has been added: the [Workshop].
At dawn, the workshop was still brightly lit, with some luminous plants providing basic illumination, and filled with curious individuals eager to explore the world.
This workshop was actually a temporary conversion of the Antasia. Before Gray left the Second Holy See, he decided to open it temporarily and share some of his treasures with close friends, the Soul Returner, and NPCs.
[ Do Some Farm Work ] and [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] are trying to generate electricity by having the Blood Corpse step on pedals through Bennett's manipulation. They have even drawn up the design plans, but they hear Bennett say, "I've never heard of any magnet."
The two, as if struck by lightning, were discussing whether the "electricity" in the game world and the "electricity" in the real world were the same thing. In the end, they concluded that it must be that old man Bennett who was being dishonest, and decided to give him another electrotherapy treatment.
On the other side, Gray was directing Motley to perform Directed Alienation of the ironwood according to the specified dimensions. After a period of training, the former Grand Knight Commander believed that he was showing signs of transforming into a research talent. In reality, in the eyes of the two college students from another world, he had only just reached the level of being able to understand the blueprints.
Psionic Energy wave swept across the workshop, causing the two players' conversation to pause for a second. Then, as if nothing had happened, they resumed their previous exchange, but the pronunciation of their words began to distort, gradually shifting towards a language he had never heard before.
Gray turned to look at the two of them in confusion, only to find that Bennett in the wheelchair was trembling all over without being electrocuted, and two lines of tears were streaming down his face, faintly carrying a sense of sorrow for his kind.
Motley twisted his body to forcefully get out of the wheelchair, and with all four limbs restrained, he slammed his head on the ground facing the castle.
At this moment, only Gray, who had almost no sense of Psionic Energy, remained in the workshop, looking as helpless as a Muggle.
Meanwhile, in the High-Quality Charcoal Processing Plant, dozens of Stained Ones, imprisoned there, seemed to hear the news of their release from prison, and stood there crying and laughing like madmen.