I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 130 Conversation in the Hall

"I told you a long time ago that if you just conquer the world, the situation is still too small."

The other party paused after saying this, and continued hoarsely: "It seems that you haven't understood the situation at all."

"So, can you explain what's going on now?"

Lancelot chuckled, showing no sign of weakness.

"You have grown a lot in the past four years, and I am very satisfied with this."

"I have nothing to do with you, so don't point fingers here, thank you." Lancelot was furious when he mentioned this. He remembered that when he first talked to Cazorla in a dream, the other party claimed that he would

Help when your own life is in danger.

However, it turned out that it was just a painting.

"Now you have two choices."

The other party ignored the boy's question.

"The first choice is to become my loyal servant. If our minds are united, you will gain the unparalleled power of the evil god."

As soon as he finished speaking, along with a sharp pain, a large number of long-standing memories began to emerge in his mind.

[The evil god Casola, one of the twelve main gods, was born in this plane in ancient times and has the power to destroy the world. 】

[He instigated the first plane war. Later, he was betrayed by the gods and seriously injured. He was shot through the head by Seraph. From then on, the entity completely disappeared, leaving only a residual soul wandering the world. 】

[When the right time comes, Cazorla's soul will attach to a higher creature, and the higher creature will become the evil god's container, and the host (container) will obey the evil god's instructions unconditionally.]

At this moment, Lancelot's mind flashed like a slideshow of horrifying scenes of the tragic deaths of hosts, including elves, humans, wizards, druids, dragons - and even gods!

"I choose the second one."

"The second option is to kill yourself after you wake up, so that I can find the next host."

The other party's tone became a bit teasing: "So, I suggest you choose the first one."

"Cazorla, can you come up with something new? I'm telling you clearly, I won't choose either one."

Lancelot was very confident. If it were said that last time it was because he had just traveled through time and was unfamiliar with the place he was born that he was frightened by Casorla.

Now, four years later, he would no longer believe the other party's magic tricks.

But since this so-called evil god doesn't even dare to show his face, everything is still in the oral pleasure stage.

"I have lived a good life these four years. As long as I don't commit suicide, you can only stay in my body."

"..."

Lancelot's words caused the evil god to directly break through the defense.

"Well, I still say what I said. The only choice I give you now is to be my servant."

"You! Don't you know what's good and what's wrong!"

The evil god roared angrily, but there was a hint of undetectable panic.

Because mind control had no effect on Lancelot, Cazorla's roar was just a bluff.

Lancelot realized that the other party had nothing to do with him, and his tone became more arrogant: "So, just give me your damn evil power, do you understand?"

The Evil God was also stunned when he said this.

He could neither control the host's consciousness nor leave Lancelot's body, and the other party directly ordered him.

"Young man, your attitude is very rude."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot's head began to hurt violently again.

This time was different from before. It was not a memory of pictures. A series of system announcements sounded subconsciously, without any emotion.

【Lancelot, human, male, twelve years old.】

[Professional magician, warrior, power of evil god.]

[The evil god will slowly recover his strength in the host's body, the specific speed is unknown.]

[The stronger the host's power, the faster the evil god's power recovers. 】

[When the power is fully restored, the evil god can escape from the host's body. 】

[Once the host dies, the evil god will host the next higher creature after a period of time, and the previously restored power will be reset to zero. 】

[Current reset times: 12 times]

[Current time interval: 1000 years]

[Current recovery progress: 1%]

[Highest progress in history: 99.999%]

[Current host power rating: Fair]

"..."

The sound lasted for about a minute, and then stopped, leaving only the crackling sound of burning torches.

Lancelot took a deep breath and began to think quickly about the information just now.

Combining the information given by the system, Lancelot's twelve predecessors were probably drained by the evil god.

The host who is only a few centimeters away from 100% progress is most likely the god who died in an extremely tragic manner - twelve colorful wings were torn into pieces, and his bloody head seemed to have been hit by a rocket.

, half of the white bones are exposed at the neck.

Lancelot couldn't help but feel nervous, this was not a good sign.

However, the boy carefully recalled the content of the system announcement for the first time, and found that his profession had changed to a magician, his progress had changed to 1%, and his strength rating had also changed from poor to acceptable.

What attracted his attention even more was that his ability changed from nothing to the power of an evil god.

【Has this guy already figured it out?】

"Cassola, I'm not the fool you used to manipulate me. I don't want to play any tricks." Lancelot paused and said in a strong tone: "Only if my needs are met first, will I consider you?"

."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to get the power of the evil god and make myself stronger."

"You should have gotten what you wanted."

"You mean, you promised to give me the power of the evil god?"

"Well, four years ago, because you were too weak, even if you obtained the power of the evil god, you couldn't use it. It would probably cause devastating damage to your body."

"I hope what you said is true." Lancelot was doubtful.

"certainly."

"Then how should I use it next?"

"You will naturally know when the time comes."

Lancelot was speechless again.

"So you're going to stay inside me forever? Doing nothing, right?"

"I will not appear again until you are strong enough, unless you encounter a life threat."

"Stop drawing cakes for me." Lancelot said in a very dissatisfied tone.

"Don't worry, I don't need to lie to an ordinary human like you. Anyway, I have given you the power of the evil god now. I wish you good luck."

"Hey! Wait!"

Lancelot shouted twice, but there was no response.

Just like before, this guy disappeared out of thin air after saying this.

Lancelot looked at the empty hall, the torches on the wall kept swaying.

This time the dream did not end there. Lancelot's eyes were fixed on the dark throne.

Driven by a strong curiosity, the boy tried to move his legs again, wanting to walk to the throne to find out.

【Eh?】

Lancelot was surprised to find that the sticky feeling like strong glue under his feet had disappeared.

"Pah, pah, pah."

The sound of footsteps could be clearly heard in the empty hall.

(End of chapter)