The colossus, like a towering cosmos, stretched beyond the Dark Celestial Star, its immense divine power emanating from its sun-like eyes, drawing countless awe-inspiring gazes and words of wonder.
"He's even stronger now!"
"Yes, even the Crimson Moon True God, who wields the Legend Upper God Artifact Crimson Moon Divine Saber, is no match for him. His growth rate is simply too fast!"
"What I don't understand is, how can the True God of Holy Light use the Crimson Moon God Wheel? Isn't this the inherited divine artifact of the Crimson Moon Civilization? Logically speaking, only True God with the purest Crimson Moon bloodline should be able to activate it!"
"Even the Crimson Moon True God wants to know the answer to this question!"
"Hahaha, the Crimson Moon Civilization really tried to steal a chicken but lost its rice instead. Not only did it lose its staunch ally, the Eight Gods' Realm, it also created a major enemy for itself."
"Who could have predicted this outcome before the war started?"
The assembled experts watching the True God were filled with sighs of dismay.
Even the True God, who were merely bystanders, held Lancelot in high esteem. They were weaker and faced the overwhelming divine power of the inhabitants of Dark Celestial Star. One can only imagine how they felt.
Many Transcendent who had previously considered themselves absolutely loyal to the Eight Gods' Realm looked up at the sky with trembling hands, unable to muster the courage they needed to muster, no matter how hard they tried.
Even more terrifying is that deep within their hearts and even their souls, a terrifying phantom of a god gradually took shape, forcefully seizing their minds with an incomparably tyrannical and domineering attitude, and engraving its own mark upon them.
This is an extremely profound technique for utilizing mental will.
By overriding the will of other beings with their own, forcibly reversing their cognition, and imprinting their own mental imprint on their souls, they make them unwilling to resist from the depths of their hearts.
Material things carry the spirit.
Lancelot's spiritual and mental world is essentially formed by countless Undying Holy Soul supporting and condensing together. It is extremely large in size and has a terrifying mass, which is why he was able to subdue the entire Dark Celestial Star in one fell swoop.
Splash!
One after another, crowds of people knelt down on the ground.
They respectfully and devoutly worshipped the giant god who had appeared beyond the planet.
At this moment, Dark Celestial Star, which had been the stronghold of the Eight Gods' Realm for thousands of years, fell and was conquered by another, more powerful conqueror!
In the temple.
Lancelot, now in his normal body size, sat high on his throne, looking down at the kneeling officials below.
They were all mid-to-high-level members of the Eight Gods' Realm, including a few True God, but all of them were Lower God with average potential and little value for cultivation.
It's worth mentioning that Beiske, the Tier Two True God with Demon Race blood who once fought Lancelot and was brutally beaten, was among them.
However, compared to the unruly Beiske of the past, he now wore a slightly fawning smile and nervously looked up at Lancelot from time to time.
"Beiske!" Lancelot called out, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Yes, yes, your subordinate is here!"
Beiske quickly looked up, his three pairs of devil horns, pointing in different directions, tracing several curved arcs, resembling his arched spine.
Who says Demon Race are savage, warlike, unconquerable, and difficult to tame?
Isn't it easy to tame?
"From now on, you will be the Grand Steward of Dark Celestial Star. I have only one request for you: ensure the smooth operation of Dark Celestial Star and prevent any unrest. Can you do that?"
Beiske suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"What? Judging from your expression, it seems you don't want to be the Grand Steward? Very well, I'll find someone else." Lancelot said with a slight, enigmatic smile.
Upon hearing this, Beiske finally snapped out of his daze, jolted awake, and repeatedly said, "Yes, of course I'm willing. It is my honor to serve Lord Holy Light."
"Very good."
Lancelot nodded slightly, then extended his right index finger and gently tapped it. Golden light fell, landing lightly on the foreheads of each cadre in the temple like raindrops.
Everyone felt a chill between their brows and instinctively touched it, but found nothing.
"Sir, what is this?" Beiske asked, mustering his courage.
Lancelot rested his chin on his left hand and Earth Dao slowly, "Don't worry, it's just some small tricks. As long as you work diligently for me and are loyal to the Divine Kingdom, nothing will happen."
"If you're half-hearted..." Lancelot raised his right hand, his five fingers blooming like lotus blossoms, "You'll explode with a bang, your soul and body annihilated simultaneously, and no one can save you!"
As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the kneeling crowd changed drastically. Only Beiske smiled obsequiously, saying, "Thank you for taking us in, Lord Holy Light. From today onward, we belong to you. We will obey your every command. If anyone dares to betray you, hmph, you won't even need to lift a finger; I will not let them get away with it!"
As he finished speaking, Beiske slightly turned his head, his gaze icy cold.
The expressions of the True God kneeling behind them changed slightly. They cursed inwardly, but on the surface they hurriedly followed suit to express their loyalty, afraid that if they spoke too late, Lancelot would remember them, which would be terrible.
After reprimanding Beiske and other former mid-to-high-level officials of the Eight Gods' Realm, Lancelot left Dark Celestial Star.
In the following days, he descended upon several major strongholds of the Eight Gods' Realm in the Crimson Moon Universe Cluster. Without even lifting a finger, he subdued all those who resisted with his extremely powerful mental will.
Behind him, the troops sent by the Golden Divine Kingdom quickly followed and completed their encampment.
In reality, these troops often only play a symbolic role because their combat effectiveness is simply inadequate.
The Golden Divine Kingdom's foundation is too shallow. Although the Nirvana Tower's troop production speed is astonishing, that's only when it's going all out.
In reality, the Nirvana Tower has many other tasks to perform, leaving very little time for mass production of troops.
Of course, "less" here refers to a vast territory at the level of a cosmic cluster. If it only refers to a part of a cosmic system, the Golden Divine Kingdom's forces are already very powerful, even more so than many lower-level Astral Realm civilizations.