All eight God Level dark Mage perished.
It was destroyed by the majestic figure that stood in the Void, like God King.
At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.
Shock and horror mingled among the many blank, stunned faces.
All the powerful individuals had only one thought in their minds.
The rise of the Golden Divine Kingdom is unstoppable.
Lancelot didn't care much about what others thought. He waved his hand and took out the Genesis Ovary. Tentacles emerged from it, absorbing all the scattered remnants of souls in the Void.
That wasn't all. Lancelot didn't waste the pieces of flesh and blood left behind by the black Mage's torn body. He wrapped them all in his Steel Feather Cloak, Replication their divine genes, and stored them for the creation of new Divine Body, as well as for future advancement from the Endless Divine Body to the Middle God Body level.
Lancelot also collected all the storage space and various treasures left behind by the black Mage.
Since he killed all these people single-handedly, the spoils naturally belonged to him alone, and no one could find fault with that.
Having done all that, Lancelot turned around and surveyed the battlefield.
As expected.
The other eleven Lower God have also been captured.
Most of them perished, and a few were captured after being severely injured. At this moment, they were all bound by shackles that sealed their Divine Power and were on the verge of death.
When Lancelot's gaze fell upon them, these True God all trembled instinctively, as if sheep had encountered the king of beasts.
"Your Excellency Holy Light!"
Albert flew over, his face full of excitement, his eyes also filled with awe.
This is normal.
No one would remain calm when facing a powerful figure capable of killing them.
"Okay, let's go back."
Lancelot nodded slightly. After saying this, he was about to leave when his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he turned to look into the distance.
Deep within his eyes, starlight shimmered, piercing through the vast Void, revealing a black-armored figure with overwhelming power, rampaging through the Void fleet, unstoppable by anyone.
He was like a mammoth rampaging through a swarm of rats, fierce and utterly indiscriminate.
Albert also noticed the commotion in the distance at that moment.
After sensing for a moment with his eyes closed, his expression changed slightly as he said, "An unfamiliar Upper God is rushing here at full speed. He is very powerful and is most likely True God Tier Eight."
"It's alright, he won't dare come over," Lancelot said calmly, withdrawing his gaze.
"Should we surround and kill him?" Albert asked eagerly; the temptation to take down a Upper God was still very strong.
"Do you think I'm made of iron?" Lancelot glanced at him and said irritably.
Albert then realized what was happening.
On second thought, after all, he had killed a total of eight God Level dark Mage. Even if he possessed the combat power of Upper God, it was normal to pay a huge price.
For some reason, Albert felt a slight sense of relief. At least this freak had a limit; otherwise, it would have been too discouraging.
"I need to rest for a while, about ten days to half a month. Tell the chief of staff that during this time, if any Upper God attack, they should retreat to the vicinity of the Golden Divine Kingdom and rely on the Divine Kingdom power to resist. Once I have rested, I will lead the troops into battle again."
"Understood!" Albert nodded repeatedly, offering no objections.
It's normal for a powerful being at the level of Upper God to need a hundred or two hundred years to recover from an injury, but Lancelot only needs ten days or half a month, which is almost the time it takes to take a nap.
Besides, what can you do even if you disagree?
With his Upper God combat power, Lancelot is now qualified to engage in dialogue with the Alpha Civilization on an equal footing.
Both sides have become complete partners, each getting what they need; there is no one leading the other, and both are striving for a common goal.
The Alpha Civilization provided funds, resources, and some manpower, while the Golden Divine Kingdom offered strong defenses and Upper God combat power, a perfect complement.
After reaching an agreement, Lancelot extended his hand, and the Nirvana Tower shrank and stopped in his palm.
Let's go.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot tore through space and vanished.
Albert watched him leave, then turned around, waved his hand, and declared triumphantly, "Retreat!"
In the dimensional interlayer.
Lancelot sped forward through the bizarre and fantastical environment, covering vast distances in every second.
As he walked, he inspected the spoils of his haul.
First, there were the remnant souls left behind by eight God Level dark Mage.
After being devoured by the Genesis Ovary, it can be transformed into a large amount of Genesis Spiritual Light, which is used to enhance the Undying Holy Soul and further increase its power.
The divine genes that the Steel Feather Cloak absorbed are not yet having a significant effect.
But this step is essential.
Without the accumulation of knowledge and experience over time, how can one reach new heights?
Regarding treasures...
Lancelot also reaped considerable rewards this time.
There are thirty-five artifacts alone, eleven of which are damaged, including the crystal ball that is almost ruined.
The remaining twenty-four artifacts were intact.
But most of them are Lower Divine Artifact.
There are only five Middle God Artifact.
Besides the divine artifacts.
The eight God Level dark Mage also dropped a massive amount of magical materials.
There are also many spell templates, and quite a few God Level spells.
In conclusion, while this harvest is not as large as what is obtained from the dimensional warehouse, it is still comparable to the entire fortune of an ordinary Upper God.
What pleased Lancelot even more was...
The Primeval Stone obtained by slaying the Dark Mage.
Among them, five Lower God- level dark Mage contributed 988,000 Primeval Stone.
Three Middle God- level dark Mage contributed 1.385 million Primeval Stone.
In total, it amounts to nearly 2.4 million Primeval Stone.
It's worth noting that when the Steel Feather Cloak was upgraded to Miracle Divine Artifact, it only required a million Primeval Stone, aside from the Legend Holy Light.
If two more Legend Holy Light were to arrive, combined with the nearly 2.4 million Primeval Stone, the Steel Feather Cloak could even be upgraded to a mid-tier Miracle Divine Artifact level.
"Unfortunately, Legend Holy Light is a rare and precious resource. Queen Vera of the Zerg does have access to it, but it's best to avoid bothering her unless absolutely necessary." Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly.
There is no such thing as love without a reason in this world.
He understood this principle a long time ago.
Vera's polite treatment of Gustavo is simply because they value Gustavo's potential and want to invest in him early.
These will all have to be repaid in the future.
In particular, Gustavo also practices the Divine Law of Cause and Effect and the Divine Law of Fate, so he needs to understand cause and effect even more. Otherwise, he will be entangled in cause and effect, which will be very detrimental to his spiritual practice.
I temporarily suppressed the various thoughts churning in my mind.
Lancelot hurried on his way, heading towards the Golden Divine Kingdom.
at the same time.
On the other side.
The black-armored figure Alaric, was going berserk amidst the Void warship fleet.
His size swelled to the size of a star in the Void.
The sheer power of his body surged and churned with every gesture, a truly terrifying sight.
Although magic cannot be used, the destructive power based on pure physical strength is equally terrifying.
"Damn it, damn it! They were hiding their strength!"
"Upper God! How can Lancelot be so strong?!"
"Also, how did he find the location of the prison? Was there a mole? Or some kind of spying ability?!"
Alaric was extremely agitated; beneath his mask, his face was incredibly pale.
At the same time, a sense of unease also arose in his heart.
He was afraid of being punished.
As the mastermind behind this sideline operation, Alaric was directly in charge.
The bigwigs of the Ancient Hall of Dark Magic don't care about the process.
They only look at the results.
The fact is, under Alaric's leadership, this True God Squad suffered heavy losses.
We must find a way to make amends!
Alaric's pupils grew increasingly crimson, a glint of madness flashing across them.
He never considered running away.
Because escape is simply impossible.
I've never heard of anyone joining the Ancient Hall of Dark Magic and then leaving unscathed.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The beam of light fired from the warship pierced through the Void.
Alaric defended himself while retreating.
Because the Nirvana Tower was taken away by Lancelot.
The spatial confinement has failed.
Alaric was able to tear through the surface Void and travel through space to leave.
Within the dimensional interlayer, Alaric's eyes flickered.
"The only way forward is to kill Lancelot. He is undoubtedly a genius among the Earth Guardian. If we can eliminate him, we can not only atone for our mistake, but also receive an extra reward!"
"And if we could capture him alive..." Alaric felt a surge of excitement.
"There's still hope! This isn't over yet, just wait and see!!"