"Huff, huff, huff..."
Inside the room, Lancelot was bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his forehead as if it were free.
After a long while, Lancelot, having recovered his senses, plopped down on the bed with a thud, his eyes filled with relief.
This was the closest he had ever come to death; he almost died.
If it weren't for the crucial moment when Logo, utilizing the characteristics of Higher-Dimensional Information Space, risked immense danger to forcibly open the soul channels between his three avatars, Lancelot would most likely no longer exist. The new person who appeared might be called Anut?
Or Lansiluo?
Sitting up, shaking off the strange thoughts that had crossed his mind, Lancelot stretched and suddenly realized that he was actually quite oblivious to everything.
"However, despite this enormous crisis, danger and opportunity coexist. I never expected to obtain this item after eliminating Annula's remnant soul."
Muttering to himself, Lancelot raised his right hand, revealing a new black tattoo on the back of his hand. The tattoo resembled a gaping maw, its interior a deep darkness, as if leading to Endless Abyss. Gazing at it for a long time would draw one's attention involuntarily.
"Mouth of Gluttony!"
Lancelot slowly uttered those words.
At the same time, he also understood why Annula had grown up so quickly and why she kept courting disaster.
Everything, everything, is because of this Mouth of Gluttony.
Simply put, the Mouth of Gluttony is a special item and cannot be included in the normal equipment evaluation system.
It comes from Hell, from the Devils of Gluttony Clan.
After merging with the soul of Transcendent being, one can gain power by devouring the Seven Deadly Sins.
Of course, that's the ability possessed by the complete, highest-level Mouth of Gluttony.
Lancelot's current Mouth of Gluttony is a offspring of the highest-level Mouth of Gluttony, and can only grant power to its wielder by devouring "rage".
This is why Annula constantly provokes powerful forces, because the stronger the source of anger, the higher its quality and quantity, and the greater the increase in power it can generate.
The wrath of an imperial-level power can allow an ordinary person to easily break through to the Epic, and even glimpse the Demigod level.
"However, Annula didn't know that ninety percent of the power he gained was intercepted." Lancelot gently stroked the tattoo on the back of his hand, as information about the Mouth of Gluttony surfaced in his mind.
In fact, the Mouth of Gluttony is no secret in the upper echelons of the Astral Realm society.
The Devil Clan made no attempt to hide themselves.
This thing is a blatant contractual transaction.
The Devils of Gluttony disperses its Mouth of Gluttony throughout the Astral Realm, allowing other beings to use Mouth of Gluttony to devour the power gained from original sin. Proportionally, a portion flows into the Devils of Gluttony's hands through the "Gate of Myriad Worlds," while the other portion belongs to its holder.
However, the proportion of this division of power is actually open to negotiation.
The proportion of forces that are on friendly terms with the Devil Clan will be larger, and vice versa.
Of course, all of this is based on an understanding of Mouth of Gluttony.
Indigenous people like Annula, who do not understand the Mouth of Gluttony, can only receive less than 10% of the power.
This is the power of knowledge, or rather, the power of information. Many things may seem insignificant on the surface, but if you dig deeper, you will find that the world itself is actually divided into different blocks by an invisible barrier. The higher you are, the more benefits you can enjoy, even without doing anything. Class is everywhere.
Although Annula is Demigod, she is undoubtedly at the lowest level in the Astral Realm hierarchy.
"The Gluttony's Mouth of Gluttony, due to Annula's death, has automatically designated me as its holder, and the proportion has remained the same. Changing this is simple: communicate with the demon behind it and re-sign the contract. Speaking of which, Gustavo's ' Oath Badge ' seems rather useless..."
Thinking of this, Lancelot coughed lightly and contacted a certain spider who had already run to the Planet Guta through the soul connection.
In the end, despite his grumbling and reluctance, Gustavo still sent the "Oath Badge" via express delivery as soon as possible, and it took about half a month to arrive.
Therefore, Lancelot did not immediately renegotiate the pact with the Devil Clan, setting aside the Mouth of Gluttony. After handing over the relevant mission details to the fleet, he returned to the Alliance alone in his flying shuttle.
The Phoenix Blood should naturally be given to Logo to be used to make a bloodline potion, but this stuff is too valuable. Lancelot is not comfortable letting anyone else deliver it on his behalf, and plans to have Logo personally make the trip after he returns to Planet Oklo.
Holy Sword Academy.
In the Sea Lake Villa District, Lancelot and Fituosi sat facing each other, accompanied by two middle-aged men in military uniforms with serious expressions. These two men belonged to the discipline inspection department of the Swordbearer Unit and accompanied Fituosi to supervise him and prevent favoritism and corruption.
As the most elite special forces unit of the Crimson Alliance, the Swordholders have a very open and transparent promotion system, with the capable rising and the incompetent falling. They are one of the cleanest and most incorruptible units in the Alliance. Of course, this is also due to the exemplary role of Lord Maxwell, who can be considered the soul of the Swordbearer Unit. His own conduct has greatly influenced the Swordbearer Unit that he founded.
Half an hour later.
The two men stood up, their previously serious and cold expressions softening. One of them announced, "Congratulations, Lancelot. After review, you did not engage in any actions that violated regulations during the assessment period and earned a total of 96,324 military merits, exceeding the required standards for completing the assessment. According to military regulations, you are now permitted to join the Swordbearer Unit's Operations Department, temporarily granted the rank of lieutenant colonel. Your specific rank will be determined and conferred by the School Affairs Office after your official graduation from the Holy Sword Academy."
Upon hearing this, smiles appeared on the faces of Lancelot and Fituosi. Of course, they weren't particularly excited. For others, joining the Swordbearer Unit might be as difficult as climbing to the sky, but Lancelot was absolutely confident.
"Lieutenant Colonel Lancelot, according to military regulations, you are entitled to a three-month leave. After three months, you must immediately report to headquarters to fulfill your obligations. Of course, you can also choose to report early during your leave," another middle-aged man from the inspection department said softly. "You will need to collect your standard equipment upon arrival at the unit. However, all your network access has been activated. You can log in to the Swordbearer Unit website using your own identity information. The operation is similar to the Holy Sword Academy website, so we don't need to remind you."
"Thank you!" Lancelot nodded slightly in gratitude.
A few minutes later, the two left, leaving only Fituosi and Lancelot in the living room.
The former was still wearing a floral shirt and baggy shorts, dressed in a frivolous manner, showing no trace of the majesty of a Legendary powerhouse. Of course, many powerhouses don't care much about such things; strength is the fundamental reliance for dominating the Transcendent world.
"So? Interested in joining my team?" Fituosi asked with a half-smile.
Lancelot asked in confusion, "Don't you know I entered the Swordholder class through the Walker assessment?"
"I know, but who told you Walker can't join teams? The reason they're called Walker is because of their high degree of freedom; the military is quite open-minded about this."
"Is that so..." Lancelot said thoughtfully, "But shouldn't your team all be Legendary- level warriors? I'm only at Tier Nine."
"The report from the Sixth Fleet says you've condensed the prototype of the Tree of Life's Innovation Skill?"
"Yes!" Lancelot nodded.
Fituosi waved his hand, "Then there's no problem. You can be the team's backup healer for now, and once you officially break through to the Legendary rank, you can switch to a melee position or a tank position, it's fine either way."
The most powerful aspect of the Tree of Life's Innovation Skill lies in its mastery of Power of Life, a high-level bodily energy with extremely high potential and outstanding healing effects. Although Lancelot is only High-Rank Transcendent, having mastered the rudimentary form of the Tree of Life, his healing abilities are not necessarily weaker than those of Legendary healers. Otherwise, even with Zyra's connection, Fituosi wouldn't have considered Lancelot into the team now. The Swordbearer Unit's forces are simply too short of high-level healers, and with the missions being extremely demanding, every team, including their White Light Squad, urgently needs to fill healer positions.
However, to Fituosi's surprise, Lancelot hesitated for a moment before decisively refusing.
"Are you really not going to reconsider? Our team offers very good benefits; many Legendary Transcendent have wanted to join but have been rejected."
"Forget it!" Lancelot remained unmoved.
Just kidding. If he needed resources, he could just ask Logo for them. He's not as weak as he used to be. Even if he exposed his close relationship with the other two clones, he could have countless excuses to get away with it.
Because the strong have the right to be free from criticism.
Of course, even without Logo's help, Lancelot was already incredibly wealthy. After this assessment mission, his income from academic credits alone was nearly 100,000, a figure that would make even Legendary take notice.
Not to mention other gains, the various resources piled up, easily exceeding 10 billion in terms of Crimson Notes, more than enough to spend, simply too much to spend.
As for the challenge of honing Walker's skills, Lancelot is even less likely to Fituosi Fituos's team. The missions of lone wolves are generally considered the most difficult and demanding, testing and honing of a person.
In short, Fituosi simply couldn't give Lancelot what he wanted; unable to meet his needs, he naturally lacked appeal.
"Alright, it seems you're quite determined, so I won't try to persuade you any further. However, I still want to remind you that you must be fully prepared before carrying out a mission. None of the Swordbearer Unit's missions are easy; carelessness can easily lead to disaster." Fituosi stood up, stretched, and gave him these words of advice.
"I understand, thank you for your kindness." Lancelot nodded.
Fituosi glanced sideways. "I'm not just doing this for you. What are you going to do about my older sister?"
"What?" Lancelot was stunned, not immediately understanding the meaning behind Fituosi's words.
Fituosi put his arm around Lancelot's shoulder and winked. "Still pretending with me? My sister has never been this hung up on a man before. I really thought she was a lesbian, but it seems like no man she liked had come along before."
Glancing at the frail arm draped over his shoulder, Lancelot said irritably, "Isn't it possible? Your older sister is bisexual, isn't she?"
"Huh? Why didn't I think of that before?" Fituosi was taken aback, then his eyes lit up, as if he had found something very interesting.
Lancelot was stunned after saying that, and a possibility came to mind.
Zyra likes Mona, and she likes herself.
Mona seems quite interested in me.
She has feelings for both of her best friends.
Holy crap!
You won't know until you think about it, and then you'll be shocked.
From this perspective, the relationship between the three of them is truly bizarre, isn't it?
Feeling Lancelot's body suddenly stiffen beneath his arm, Fituosi asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"
"Uh, it's nothing. I just figured out some key points in my cultivation, and I got emotional," Lancelot said nonchalantly. He didn't want Fituosi to know about the strange relationship between him, Mona, Zyra.
Given this guy's awful personality, the scene after he learned about this amusing thing...
Just thinking about it sent a chill down Lancelot's spine.
'Damn, I need to improve my strength quickly. Once our relationship is exposed, if Fituosi does anything out of line, I'll give him a good beating with my Iron Fist.'
Unbeknownst to Fituosi, who was standing nearby, Lancelot had yet another reason to rapidly increase his power.
Origin Island.
After drifting through the dimensional rift for two months, the demiplane finally arrived at the Space-Time magnetic field of Planet Oklo.
Having made prior preparations, a large number of spatial-type Transcendent beings from the Royal Court gathered together and quickly completed the work of docking and securing the demiplane. They also opened a spatial portal with a height of 500 meters in the Underground Space.
At this moment, Walpole is making final adjustments to the space gate.
The vast Underground Space is entirely constructed of a silvery-white metal and covers a considerable area. At intervals, there are metal pillars engraved with runes. These pillars serve two purposes: providing support and concealing spatial fluctuations to the greatest extent possible. When necessary, they can also seal off the space to prevent enemy invasion. The value of such a powerful effect is self-evident. The total value of all the metal pillars in the Underground Space is comparable to two "Space Detection Tower." It should be noted that the Royal Court only possesses fewer than ten Space Detection Tower in total.
A towering spatial gate stood, surrounded by mysterious and complex spatial fluctuations. Logo tilted his head slightly, his Eye of Insight activated to the maximum, frantically analyzing the composition of various spatial fluctuations, his spatial science level increasing every moment.
After a long while, a strong sense of dizziness surged into his mind, forcing Logo to stop moving, and his Eye of Insight dimmed.
Rubbing his slightly sore temples, Logo turned around, giving Birmingham, who was already waiting there, a slightly apologetic look before smiling broadly, "Long time no see, my friend."