The five-star Steel Feather Cloak features a significantly optimized energy system, allowing it to store more energy and greatly enhancing its endurance. In addition, the effects of other equipment have also been greatly improved.
However, what Lancelot was most concerned about was the quantity of particles. After several experiments, a genuine smile appeared on Lancelot's face.
With the current number of particles in the Steel Feather Cloak, it is entirely possible to fulfill Lancelot's vision.
That is, using the Steel Feather Cloak as a carrier, distributing their own power, and carrying out massacres in different districts at the same time.
The World Furnace gradually disappeared like a dream, reclaimed by the Plane Will. Lancelot, holding his Steel Feather Cloak in one hand, instantly split the originally single ball of light into twelve parts with a thought.
The largest of them, like swallows returning to their nests, disappeared into Lancelot's brow. The remaining eleven orbs of light, all of the same size, were arranged in a row, rising and falling.
Then, Lancelot removed his upper body clothing, revealing his strong and perfect chest, and calmly controlled the skin cracking at the location of his heart.
The tough skin, strong enough to withstand a nuclear explosion without a scratch, unfolded like wings under Lancelot's control, exposing the flesh, crimson with specks of blue light, to the air.
Thump! Thump!
A strong, powerful heartbeat, like muffled thunder on the horizon, carries an extremely intense life rhythm.
Drops of blood, representing the essence of life, fly out from the heart. Each drop is like a golden pearl or jade marrow, carrying an Immortal and indestructible aura, and even exuding a fragrance, without the slightest trace of bloodiness.
It is no exaggeration to say that a single drop of Lancelot's blood essence is equivalent to a powerful tonic, containing terrifying energy and nutrients, enough to transform an ordinary mortal beast into High-Rank Transcendent. Of course, the premise is that the beast can withstand it; otherwise, it is highly likely to explode and die on the spot.
But this very essence of blood was being poured drop by drop into the eleven orbs of light in front of them.
These orbs of light visibly began to wriggle, growing limbs, heads, bones, skin... and finally transforming into eleven Lancelot in the form of teenagers.
"Go! Slaughter all those dark Mage, even if they're hiding in the Mage tower..."
Lancelot waved his hand, and the eleven-year-old, after a slight bow, leaped into the air and disappeared from the manor.
Having released a large amount of his essence, Lancelot, pale-faced, took a short break before stepping out and heading towards a towering, deep red Mage tower nearly four hundred meters high in the distance.
District 103.
Inside the Mage tower called "Heart of Agate," sat several dark Mage with panicked expressions.
"Aren't there enough people yet? Why are more people still coming in? What if that elusive, Slaughter sneaks in?" A black Mage named Bell complained, watching the endless stream of people entering the corridor.
Bell's companion, Nuoli, pursed his lips, not daring to speak directly, but instead said telepathically, "Haven't you figured it out yet? This is obviously because Lord Red Agate Tigris hasn't earned enough magic stones yet! Protecting a Mage can get you at least 500 magic stones. In the past, there was never such a good deal. Why not seize the opportunity to make as much as possible?"
"Would you risk your life for money?" Bell frowned.
Nuoli scoffed, "How could that be? Lord Tigris probably believes that the incredibly skilled Slaughter with his amazing disguise wouldn't dare enter his Mage tower. But thinking about it, it makes sense, doesn't it? That thug has never dared to mess with Legendary figures, only daring to target small fry like us. He's probably only at the Legendary level. Tigris is also Legendary; with the Mage tower's blessing, he can even briefly contend with Epic. Why would he be afraid of him?"
Nuoli's explanation calmed the anxious Bell down a bit. After thinking it over carefully, he realized it made perfect sense. Why would he pay so many magic stones just for a spot in the Heart of Agate Mage Tower?
It's because he believes that Lord Red Agate Tigris, who has the Mage Tower as his backing, has the ability to protect him.
Unbeknownst to Bell and Nuoli, amidst the surging crowd, an elderly man in a black and gold Mage's robe, though displaying a fearful expression, possessed eyes as calm and cold as a still pool.
His gaze swept over the dense group of dark Mage in the Mage tower, Lancelot suppressed his bloodthirsty killing intent, and waited for his other clones to arrive.
The extermination operations must be carried out simultaneously to prevent the higher-ups of City of Freedom from having much time to react.
Time passed little by little.
Centered on District 103, the twelve districts have a total of 5 four-star Mage towers and 7 three-star Mage towers, all crammed with dark Mage, with a total number exceeding 40,000.
Although new dark Mage continued to pour in from outside, Lancelot had no intention of waiting any longer and issued the order to massacre them.
Almost simultaneously, in the twelve Mage towers, one after another, the previously harmless dark Mage suddenly revealed cruel smiles.
What followed was a series of terrorist attacks.
Or it could be an energy storm formed by the convergence of energy blades, Crush everything in its path and turning the crowds within sight into countless falling chunks of flesh.
Either flames soared into the sky, or crimson fire snakes darted about, igniting the bodies of black Mage and turning them to Ashes amidst screams of agony.
With the Lancelot Heart of Agate Mage Tower in action, a powerful force of will swept across the entire space, rendering all the dark Mage immobile. Immediately afterward, he unleashed his Sanctuary and the "Electromagnetic Domain" ability, enhancing the Sanctuary.
In an instant, as if heavenly thunder had ignited earthly fire, towering flames and lightning descended, forming a sea of thunder and fire. Most of the black Mage trapped within, illuminated by the two-colored light, only had time to show expressions of utter horror before their expressions froze, their bodies and clothes turning to dust at the same time.
Amidst the frenzied slaughter, Lancelot seemed to hear a crisp, tinkling sound—a melodious tune produced by the collision of Primeval Stone.
"You're asking for it!!"
A voice filled with boundless rage echoed throughout the Mage tower. Fire element condensed and transformed into a middle-aged man dressed in a red robe. A flame mark gathered between his brows, making him look like a raging inferno, exuding an impressive aura.
This person is none other than the master of the Heart of Agate Mage Tower, Red Agate Tigris, a Legendary Tier Two dark Mage, a fire elemental Mage.
Because Lancelot acted so quickly, Tigris didn't have time to react, and all the Lower Transcendent and Mid-Rank Transcendent black Mage in the Mage tower died.
The remaining High-Rank Transcendent -level black Mage were barely holding on, their eyes filled with a deep and utter sense of despair.
So when Tigris appeared, these people's eyes lit up immediately, as if they had seen a savior.
Tigris was grim as he glanced at the surviving dark Mage, but he did not immediately offer any assistance, despite his extreme anger, as if he were deeply saddened by the deaths of his fellow dark Mage.
Lancelot keenly noticed this, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
They really are dark Mage. Don't expect them to have any principles or morals; they're utterly devoid of any semblance of morality.
Judging from Tigris's appearance, although he was extremely angry on the surface, he was secretly quite happy.
After all, collecting protection money only yields a portion of these people's resources. But if they perish in the Mage tower, wouldn't their equipment, treasures, storage rings, and other items all belong to Tigris?
This is why Tigris left the High-Rank Transcendent, transcendental black Mage who were still alive unattended.
Their intention is clear: if you don't die, how am I supposed to loot the supplies?
Lancelot could tell that while the living dark Mage weren't as quick-witted as he was, they weren't stupid either, and they soon realized Tigris's intentions.
Their expressions changed, and they began to curse wildly. At this moment, their hatred for Tigris exceeded that for Lancelot.
At any time, a traitor is a major source of hatred.
However, what good are a few angry curses when faced with Legendary life?
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Lancelot and Tigris faced each other, each coldly staring at the other, awaiting the death of all the dark Mage.
When the last dark Mage fell to the power of lightning and fire, Tigris didn't move. He didn't even close the door of the Mage tower. He stared at Lancelot without saying a word. Lancelot wondered if it was just Lancelot imagination, but he thought he saw Tigris purse his lips towards the door.
It was clear that Tigris didn't want to fight Lancelot, a cruel, cunning, and extremely cautious man who was unwilling to take even the slightest risk.
Lancelot's lips twitched slightly. Although he had seen many shameless people, he had never seen anyone like Tigris before.
After hesitating for a moment, Lancelot stepped out and walked towards the door.
Tigris kept a close eye on him, preventing Lancelot from taking away the vast amount of resources scattered on the ground.
Compared to the Primeval Stone, these resources were utterly insignificant to Lancelot, so he simply swaggered out of the Mage tower.
Watching Lancelot's retreating figure, Tigris became even more certain that this guy was definitely a madman from the Slaughter Divine Church.
Not for money, but solely for Slaughter —who but a madman could do that?
Bang!
The gate is closed.
Tigris turned around, and his expressionless face suddenly lit up with ecstatic joy. With a wave of his sleeve, the resources on the ground were swept into the treasure vault and stored away.
Gazing at the treasure vault that had instantly overflowed, Tigris suddenly felt that it would be best if these Slaughter madmen stayed in the City of Freedom for a while longer, so he could amass even more wealth.
Meanwhile, Lancelot left the Heart of Agate Mage Tower in a perfectly legitimate manner. As the outside air rushed into his nostrils, he finally confirmed that Tigris had not lied to him.
"I've never seen anything like this before..."
Lancelot's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but let out a speechless sigh.
In fact, if he wanted to, he could defeat Tigris even when he was severely weakened, even with the support of the Mage Tower.
The reason Lancelot didn't do that was that he wanted to conceal his strength as much as possible.
The later his true strength is revealed, the more dark Mage he can kill and the more Primeval Stone he can obtain, allowing his Steel Feather Cloak to continuously upgrade and his own talent to become even stronger, until he reaches the point where he can kill the Lord of Lord of the Free City.
That will be the Termination of the game!
Now is not the time.
Seeing that the inventory of raw Primeval Stone had already exceeded 4,000, Lancelot felt it was time to bring out the [Thunder Dragon King]!