During this time, besides his daily training, Lancelot spent a considerable amount of time researching the Mouth of Gluttony. Although he did not renew the contract, this did not affect its use.
Since the Mouth of Gluttony has temporarily merged with the physical body, relevant information has appeared in the information panel, and even the detected anger has been digitized, creating something called [Anger Value].
Based on Lancelot's experiments during this period, he discovered that the more powerful a life form is, the more "Anger Value" it displays when under the same level of anger far exceeds that of lower-level life forms.
Normally, when High-Rank Transcendent Lifeform is extremely angry, their [Anger Value] is approximately between 50 and 230.
Legendary life is at least ten times this value.
As for Epic...
Lancelot is conducting an experiment right now.
But it's clear that his attempt to provoke Zyra by spanking her was not only ineffective, but also had very little effect.
This woman wasn't angry at all. Her Anger Value of just over 100 was, for someone at the Epic Peak power, more like shyness and embarrassment. As for her current display of fury, it was undoubtedly an act, most likely to cover up her inner panic and embarrassment.
In response, Lancelot's normal course of action would have been to remain calm, take the opportunity to back down, pretend he hadn't noticed anything, and feign being frightened, thus easily getting away with it.
But then, wouldn't that make it impossible to complete the experiment?
So Lancelot chose to continue courting disaster.
He deliberately adopted a suspicious posture, giving Zyra a strange sidelong glance, and asked feigned ignorance, "Strange, why is your anger so weak? Could it be fake?"
"What anger?" Zyra was taken aback at first, then her eyes darted around, and she subconsciously stopped moving.
Lancelot continued his provocative remarks.
"I've acquired a secret technique that allows me to sense the anger of living beings. In my perception, you don't seem angry? How can that be? Not angry when someone of the opposite sex touches your butt? Is that still you, Zyra?"
Something's wrong, something's very wrong!
Lancelot lowered his head, resting his chin on his hand, appearing deep in thought, while continuously uttering deductions. These words, whether intentionally or unintentionally, stirred up Zyra's anger, and the number in the [Anger Value] section of the information panel began to soar.
102!
321!
813!
1452!
It quickly broke into four figures and continued to soar.
Lancelot's eyes lit up slightly as he hurriedly collected and organized the data. Anyway, Zyra wouldn't kill him; as long as he didn't die, everything else was a minor issue.
One hour later!
Private fighting arena.
Constructed with special metals and reinforced with Magic Runes, its Sturdiness is beyond doubt, capable of withstanding the unbridled attacks of Legendary beings.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A disheveled figure, enveloped in a blue-green light, bounced back and forth in the fighting arena like a ball. Behind him, a voluptuous woman glared angrily, swinging her fists and kicking with whip kicks. Faced with the utterly enraged Zyra, Lancelot could only take the beating.
After a long while, when Lancelot's body reached its limit, Zyra finally stopped. With a cold snort, she swayed gracefully and left the fighting arena on her own, leaving Lancelot lying on the spot, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he were on his deathbed.
In reality, Lancelot, who possessed the nascent form of the Tree of Life, could not possibly be so fragile. This was merely an act for Zyra's benefit, and she knew it, which is why she turned and left without hesitation. Otherwise, if something serious had actually happened, this tigress would have been heartbroken for herself.
"Tsk, as expected of the woman I've chosen, she's got guts!" Three minutes later, after not being able to sense Zyra's presence, Lancelot sprang to his feet. The bruises and wounds that were originally on his skin had disappeared, and his clothes, being made of Molecular Aggregation Insect, were not subject to damage and returned to normal with a thought.
Brushing his pants, Lancelot swaggered out of the fighting arena.
With the data provided by Zyra's anger, the information about [Anger Value] in the information panel will be more complete and accurate.
He had only taken a couple of steps when Lancelot raised his wrist; his communicator vibrated, indicating that his package had arrived.
It was a "Oath Badge" sent by Gustavo.
Just as Lancelot was about to return to the villa, Logo transmitted another message through the Higher-Dimensional Information Space, Qiya also arrived at the agreed location.
"Double happiness!"
The slight frustration that accompanied the beating I received from Zyra vanished instantly.
After thinking for a moment, Lancelot raised his wrist, pulled up an unmarked number in his contacts, and dialed it.
"The person has arrived, go and pick up the goods!"
"Yes, Master!"
The voice on the other end of the phone was very hoarse, but unusually respectful.
These are the slaves Lancelot purchased.
The Crimson Alliance's democracy applies only to its own citizens; it is equally brutal towards other races, and even has an open slave market that is protected by law.
Some slaves, who have been brainwashed since birth, have the concept of loyalty deeply ingrained in their minds and can be used with complete confidence.
To avoid direct contact with Qiya, Lancelot sent his recently acquired Transcendent slave with his storage necklace to meet her. The necklace contained the blood of the Phoenix. To concoct a bloodline potion from this, he needed to consult Logo for peace of mind. Of course, Logo's current level of potion-making skills was insufficient to concoct a potion of this caliber. The greatest value of the Phoenix blood to him was for research.
While sending his Transcendent slaves to run errands, Lancelot himself returned to the villa after hanging up the communication.
At this moment, the package from Gustavo has been signed for by the robot butler Christine.
Upon opening the exquisite packaging, the "Oath Badge" lay quietly inside the deep red box.
Picking up the badge, Lancelot went to the second-floor meditation room, sat cross-legged, raised his right hand, and, following the method he had practiced many times in his mind, invoked the original will of the demon hidden in the Mouth of Gluttony.
At first, everything was normal. A few seconds later, the environment of the meditation room changed silently. Black vines sprouted out and wriggled and spread in a manner resembling pythons. The ground became wet, giving it a magical and mysterious feel...
Who calls me?
A gigantic skull suddenly appeared, its surface burning with what appeared to be liquid black flames, and its two pupils swirling like vortexes, seemingly capable of devouring everything.
Lancelot's pupils constricted slightly. The original owner of the Mouth of Gluttony was actually a God Level demon!
This was something he hadn't expected!
That's right, it's the God Level. That aura, as deep and vast as the sea and as high and distant as the sky, is a unique life characteristic of God Level beings, clearly separating them from mortals.
"Your Majesty the Demon, Lancelot Terra greets you." Lancelot placed one hand on his chest, making a greeting unique to the Devil Clan.
As the iconic race of the evil order, the Devil Clan are indeed brutal, but they are also known for their elegance, with elaborate rules of etiquette that rival even those of the Elf Race.
When dealing with the Devil Clan, being courteous will earn you extra leniency, even if it's mostly negligible. But at least it's there, isn't it?
The Blackfire Skull sized up Lancelot, finally focusing its gaze on the Mouth of Gluttony tattoo on the back of his hand.
"Did you summon me to establish a ' Gluttony Contract '?"
This God Level demon must be a rather ancient being, as even his speech has an archaic accent.
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"Well, since you know how to summon my will, let's divide the ' Source of Power ' according to the normal rules of the Astral Realm Contract!"
The so-called normal Astral Realm Contract stipulates a 30/70 split.
Seventy percent of it belongs to others!
Actually, compared to the previous division between Annula and the Devil Clan, a 30/70 split is much better, yielding at least four or five times the profit.
However, Lancelot was still not satisfied.
With a flick of the left hand, the "Oath Badge" appeared.
Upon seeing the badge, the vortex in the Dark Soul Skull's pupils shrank slightly. At the same time, the Oath Badge floated up automatically and eventually disappeared into the skull's mouth.
Without any interaction, the skeleton simply vanished.
At the same time, a piece of black parchment covered with blood-red patterns appeared out of thin air.
The infamous Devil's Contract!
Countless beings in the Astral Realm fear it like a tiger.
Lancelot, however, calmly signed his name.
The contract shattered, transforming into two forces. One disappeared into the Void, while the other pierced directly into Lancelot's brow and entered his brain.
Because of the Oath Badge, this contract is split 50/50.
It's increased by 20%.
That's already quite considerable.
It's important to understand that Annula, with less than 10% of her power, quickly rose to the level of Mid-Rank Demigod. Lancelot, on the other hand, has about ten times the resources, so the benefits he can expect are considerable.
Raising his right hand, he made a few simple movements and, through the energy and Divine Power, as well as the rhythm of his cells and blood, he sensed and stimulated his Mouth of Gluttony on multiple levels. Lancelot quickly noticed the difference.
After the contract was signed, the Mouth of Gluttony underwent some noticeable changes. Not only did it become more closely integrated with the body, as if it were a special organ that grew naturally from within the body, but its ability to sense and capture anger was also greatly enhanced.
Simply put, it covers a wider area.
Furthermore, seemingly due to the higher level of the contract, he can not only mobilize the Mouth of Gluttony to devour anger and obtain the "Source of Power," but also use it for attack or defense. The specific power depends on the physical strength of his body; that is, the higher his physical attributes, the higher the attack and defense power of the Mouth of Gluttony.
"Another method, how wonderful!" Lancelot rubbed the back of his hand, a look of delight on his face.
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang; needless to say, the Transcendent slave had returned.
This is a Tier Five humanoid race. The dog ears on his head indicate that he possesses the bloodline of a canine Transcendent beast. As for the specific race name, sorry, there isn't one.
New races are born in the Alliance slave market every moment. Unless a race has exceptionally good traits and is suitable for large-scale breeding, it will not be given a race name.
Most beings at the Mid-Rank Transcendent or higher level are born through hybridization, which increases the probability of mutation but also makes it easier to produce geniuses.
Therefore, the vast majority of powerful Transcendent slaves do not have racial names; most of them are individuals who belong to a single race.
Even Cleifer, the slave Lancelot bought, didn't know who his parents were; his birth was an accident.
"Master, these are items sent from over there!"
Cleifer knelt respectfully on the ground, holding a ring in his hands.
Space Ring!
Special sponsorship from Logo!
Lancelot was lucky enough to obtain a spatial necklace on Planet Golden Bridge. It worked well at first, but as his strength rapidly increased, it quickly became obsolete.
Logo happened to have several spatial rings lying around, so he took this opportunity to send one over. Not only that, the spatial ring also contained a large amount of cultivation resources, including the Blue Dragon Potion that Lancelot had been longing for.
After taking the spatial ring and opening it, a vast space of about a thousand cubic meters appeared before my eyes. It was many times larger than the broken necklace I had seen before. Not to mention, the neatly arranged boxes within this silvery-white space were particularly eye-catching.
Lancelot immediately locked onto one of the safes.
Divine Power scan sent the safe floating out.
Upon opening, two bloodline potions capable of causing the surrounding lightning-attribute natural elements to surge appeared before one's eyes.
"The Blue Dragon Bloodline Potion has finally arrived!"
Lancelot's eyes flashed with a sharp light. After the prototype of the Tree of Life's Innovation Skill was born, his gene chain repair speed increased dramatically, allowing him to continue absorbing new bloodline potions and undergo his eighth Ability Energy awakening.
Picking up the Bloodline Potion on the left, Lancelot told Cleifer not to wander off to avoid being accidentally injured by the academy's enforcement team before leaving the villa.
Totem World.
Waves from the Evolution Totem surged from all directions, enveloping Lancelot's body like flowing water. After installing the Intermediate Gene Stabilizer, Lancelot pulled out the cork and drank the bloodline potion.
Sizzle!
The moment the bloodline potion was drunk, countless Berserk lightning snakes emerged from his body, roaring silently. Centered on Lancelot, a radius of a hundred meters became a lightning inferno.
brain domain.
With a furious roar, the Blue Dragon, spewing Lightning Breath Berserk, charged forward. Its wings, in particular, were dazzling and seemed to be formed from solidified lightning.
"A mere projection of will, slain by me in life, how much trouble can it cause after death?"
Lancelot watched the approaching Blue Dragon with indifference, his will hardening, he made a fist with one hand, and then squeezed it tightly.
Boom!!
The Blue Dragon projection, which was charging forward, suddenly exploded after letting out a mournful cry of unwillingness.
With his will returning, Lancelot raised his hand in surprise.
"Can even the lingering anger of a remnant will be devoured?"
Lancelot was quite surprised to sense the unusual movement of the Mouth of Gluttony.
As expected of a high-level contract, it can absorb so much anger. Indeed, knowledge is the key to unlocking the door.
After the brief incident Mouth of Gluttony, Lancelot focused on awakening his new Ability Energy.
The body becomes resilient through repeated tearing and rebirth.
The more times you awaken, the longer it takes.
Two full days later.
Lancelot's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and behind him, a pair of magnificent wings, each twenty meters wide, swayed gracefully against the backdrop of lightning!