I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 267 The Evil God’s Space (Part 2)

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

The evil god immediately became furious, but showed a hint of panic.

Because mind control had no effect on Lancelot, Cazorla's roar was in vain.

Lancelot also understood 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?"

When he said this, the evil god fell into a brief silence.

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 in the subconscious, without any emotion.

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

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

[The evil god will slowly regain 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: 3%]

[Highest progress in history: 99.999%]

[Current host power rating: Good]

"..."

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 will always stay inside me? Do 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 gaze was directed forward, locked 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.

【Huh?】

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 heard clearly in the empty hall.

About a minute passed, and Lancelot stepped on the dark red liquid under his feet and walked all the way to the throne.

The pitch-black throne exuded a strange color, as if wrapped in a layer of unknown liquid, while reflecting the light of flames.

Behind the throne is a dark yellow brick wall with various indescribable patterns painted on it.

Various dark or shallow, straight or round lines are combined in a messy manner. It cannot even be called a mural, as it looks like the traces left after someone maliciously destroyed it.

Lancelot looked closely for a while and couldn't tell what kind of pattern it was. Instead, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

The boy shook his head and decided to return his attention to the throne.

He swallowed and stretched out his right hand to touch the dark surface of the throne.

"hiss……"

In an instant, a biting coldness spread from his fingertips throughout his body, and the boy couldn't help but shudder.

【But it doesn’t seem like there is any trap. 】

Lancelot pressed his hands on the armrests of the throne. Apart from the overwhelming chill, it was much safer than he expected.

The boy simply sat down, but before doing so, he put on a cold-resistant shield on himself.

【This chair is so hard.】

This is Lancelot's first feeling.

After sitting down, there is nothing else but relief from the pain of standing on your feet.

To be honest, he was a little disappointed. He originally thought that this was the throne of the evil god, and that he would be able to greatly increase various attribute gains by sitting on it.

Lancelot leaned against the throne and stared at the scene of the entire hall.

It was empty and silent except for the crackling sound of burning torches.

"Hiss."

Taking a deep breath, Lancelot's heart became extremely calm, and he began to think about the current situation.

"Lancelot, are you starting again?"

The boy was so frightened by the sudden sound that he suddenly jumped up from the throne.

"Damn it, you are sick, why did you run out all of a sudden?"

Lancelot looked around, but there wasn't even a ghost.

"Come out if you can, don't act like a coward."

"It's not that I deliberately hid it, it's just that you can't sense my specific location with your current strength." Cazorla explained in a deep voice.

"Then what? What do you want to express?" The boy was a little impatient and continued: "I just want to leave here now, thank you."

Cazorla ignored the other party's complaints and said quietly:

"I remember you said before that you want to improve your strength quickly, right?"

(End of chapter)