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Chapter 748 Demigod
Lance took a quick look and found that his exaggerated body, which had become taller and taller due to his increasing strength, had shrunk a little.

Originally he was breaking through from 1.9 meters to 2 meters, but now he has directly returned to 1.8 meters. This is probably the result of cleansing his meridians and changing his marrow, adjusting all aspects to the best condition.

Although his muscles don't feel explosive, they are still bigger than most ordinary people, and he looks ordinary when he puts on clothes.

However, this does not mean that Lance's strength has decreased. On the contrary, his already exaggerated state has undergone a comprehensive and substantial enhancement. At the same time, the improvement in physical fitness means that all resistances are directly maximized.

The most intuitive manifestation of all this is that the panel has also undergone major changes due to the promotion to demigod.

In addition to the level being changed to demigod, the three original qualities of [ancient bloodline], [extraordinary talent], and [natural purification] disappeared, and a new quality called [demigod body] was generated!

This represents the beginning of Lance's departure from human beings and the first step on the path to becoming a god.

That is why those three characteristics were eliminated, because the demigod's bloodline is more powerful than the thin ancient bloodline.

It is also difficult to describe his abilities using human talents. What kind of talents could be as strong as a demigod?
As for the [Natural Purification] obtained by sacrificing the Wild Witch, it was for similar reasons. The demigod body brought higher resistance, so it naturally covered it.

And this is just the most direct manifestation, there are also some hidden conditions.

That is, with the blessing of the demigod body, he will always maintain the strongest state. He has long been immune to fatigue. The real key is that aging has lost its meaning in front of him.

The temptation of eternal life is what everyone desires, but now it is easily grasped by Lance, which is somewhat dreamy.

But when he thought that this was nothing in the extraordinary world, Lance instantly lost his excitement.

There are quite a few immortals in this world, such as Geralt, the master demon hunter. He is not really that strong. He just knows some swordsmanship and casts a few spells. He will only attack monsters after making targeted preparations, and getting injured is commonplace. However, he just doesn't age, or he ages very slowly, and his recovery ability is amazing.

However, there is a price to pay, and that is the high mortality rate for passing the Demon Hunter Trial of Grass, and it can only be started from a young age.

As for other means of prolonging life, Lance has also seen some of them in the research of his ancestors. This is not impossible. The magic of supernatural powers lies in the unknown.

Lance quickly adapted to the changes brought about by his promotion to demigod, but the ancestor was still the ancestor, and the gift was not over yet. Another thing was returned from the void, but Lance's reaction was a little strange, because that thing was a twisted and dried umbilical cord.

[Broken Umbilical Cord] reminded Lance of the [Heart of Flesh and Blood] in his hand. The ancestor always liked to do these flesh and blood researches.

Only then did I have time to look up at the huge ball of flesh above my head.

This thing did not disappear with the ancestor. It immediately raised its hand and launched a sacrifice towards the meat ball rooted in the void above.

The void devoured the flesh and blood filled with a strange aura without any surprise, but the gift made Lance speechless.

It was a mass of dried flesh curled up in a strange shape, and its name was [Incomplete Placenta].

The placenta and umbilical cord made Lance guess that the ancestor wanted to use them to nurture the body of a god. If he really succeeded, then the one born from the heart of nurturing would probably be a true god, not a being that they could defeat.

But unfortunately, the ancestor was wrong from the beginning. The sacrifice of Hamlet was successful, but not completely successful.

It's not because of the saints of that church, it's simply that a population of one million cannot produce the required vitality. The placenta of flesh and blood created by this ritual is naturally incomplete, and it also binds the ancestor to the heart of gestation.

Until he fought his way in like he did on the journey to the West to obtain the Buddhist scriptures, and forced him to be born prematurely from that fertile heart.

But unfortunately, the ancestor who was only a demigod was unable to turn the situation around. Lance's knife severed the blood vessels in his heart, cut the umbilical cord, and also cut off the ancestor's last hope.

Now holding the placenta and umbilical cord in his hands, Lance felt absurd. Are these the last two pieces of equipment left by the ancestor, carrying his obsession of failing to ascend to godhood?

However, Lance did not have time to stop and think about these things, because after the meat ball was sacrificed, he discovered with his keen senses that this space had begun to become turbulent after losing the maintenance of the ancestor.

It was not advisable to stay here for long, so Lance quickly left this strange space.

In fact, he didn't stay there for long. He quickly caught up with Leonard and the others when he went out. However, everyone realized that the passage was becoming unstable, so without Lance urging them, everyone started running quickly.

Finally, he escaped at the last moment, passed through the portal that was shaking like a bubble, and rushed out into the void.

At the same time, there was a violent fluctuation coming from the portal in reality, and the next second Lance brought Leonard and the others back to reality.

"What's the situation? Was it successful?" Alhazred, who was guarding the portal, slowly opened his eyes from meditation. He could naturally feel the coming fluctuations.

"Of course! How could we fail?" Disma quickly got rid of the tension and responded proudly.

However, neither Disma nor Leonard mentioned any details about the situation inside.

Lance didn't say anything, but just looked back at the portal. The mirror-like void scene that was originally supported by the circular structure became dim and then disappeared. Everything about the ancestor was submerged in the void.

Some secrets are best left forever...

"That's just a new god created by the Ascension Sect. He can't even be called a god. He's just a freak who plays with flesh and blood. The real ancient god is still sleeping at this moment."

Lance did not open the champagne just because his ancestor died. In fact, he knew that his ancestor was just a loser, and it didn't matter whether he disappeared or not.

But the suffering he brought to Hamlet did not disappear with it, the simplest of which was that the leader of the Ascension Sect was still at large, the troublesome relics left by the ancestor needed to be dealt with, and most of Hamlet's territory was still occupied...not to mention that he had no idea what was going on in the outside world, and whether it was living in extreme darkness.

But as he spoke, Lance suddenly laughed and shouted.

"But this time the operation was a complete success. We successfully destroyed the enemy and eliminated the source of Hamlet's darkness!"

A win is a win, and Lance doesn't want to discourage them from their hard-earned victory. Instead, he wants to motivate them because they deserve it.

A few words cheered up everyone, and then they put the situation here aside for the time being and walked out of the giant monster's stomach.

However, after walking outside, he discovered a new situation. The giant monster's flesh and blood seemed to have lost its vitality. It no longer squirmed and twitched, just like a piece of rotten meat.

There was no reaction to being touched or hurt before, not to mention the ability to heal itself. The previous few times the flesh was cut, it would recover to a certain extent, but now there was no reaction at all. The environment that was originally full of vitality gradually became turbid. I'm afraid that it won't be long before everything here is filled with rot and the stench will cover the dungeon.

"This is the smell of corruption from life to death. We must find a way to deal with the situation here as soon as possible, otherwise it may generate a plague and spread out, contaminating the entire dungeon and even the outside world."

Lance noticed this situation and turned to Alhazred, "Scholar, take them to the first floor to check the blood altar. I will stay and deal with these dead flesh and blood."

As he spoke, Lance began to search the space left by Alvis, and indeed he could find the inheritance he left behind.

These spellcasters all like to write diaries, notes, and research records, because the huge amount of information needs to be carefully explored. This is also why there are so few strong spellcasters leaving the extraordinary organization. This is not information that an individual can handle.

But now these things are cheap for Lance. Ignoring the other parts, Lance found the method of refining spiritual crystals mentioned by the wizard.

The demigod had a thinking that was far superior to that of humans. He was able to understand everything just by flipping through it once. The most important thing was the power of rituals and equipment.

Normal refining requires the caster to face the risk of contamination brought by the crystalline impurities, so naturally no one is willing to do it.

Alvis has a legendary equipment called [Purification Crystal] in his hand, which is used as the core of the ritual. With its power, it is easier to refine without the need for the caster himself.

This reminded Lance of something. He remembered that when he came back from Totnes by boat, his equipment inexplicably exploded from the void.

Among them is a demonic contract and an uncontaminated soul crystal.

That soul crystal was undoubtedly the best core of the ritual. Unexpectedly, everything had been arranged in advance.

But Lance didn't do that, so for Alvis the core of everything is still the equipment, but for Lance this is not something he needs to care about, instead he needs the ceremony more.

Alhazred at least had to go back and make an altar as a carrier for the ceremony, but Lance set up the ceremony on his arm, and flesh and blood squirmed, and strange textures and symbols began to appear on his arm.

He actually used his own flesh, blood and bones as the basis of the ritual, with him as the core!

If the ancestor were still alive, he would definitely say that Lance is crazier than him. You are the evil god of flesh and blood, right?

A spiritual crystal the size of a grain of rice and as pure as crystal was taken out from the wizard's inventory. This was a seed specially extracted by the wizard and the most important material for the ceremony.

In other words, he dared to use the rituals left by other spellcasters at will, and it could be activated in the blink of an eye.

I am also a god of flesh and blood, although only a demigod.

The strange power began to spread, and the vitality that was originally filled in the air began to gather in his hands. At the same time, the flesh and blood that had lost its tightness seemed to have touched something and turned into dust and fell.

All the power was plundered and slowly attached to the crystal seed, starting to grow.

The only difference is that the enlarged crystals are no longer pure, but have a hint of pink.

As for the shapes, they are basically irregularly generated and Lance does not have the energy to focus on shaping them.

Lance walked deep into the dungeon, and wherever he went, all the flesh and blood that had lost their vital signs turned into ashes, and the power contained in them was also condensed in his hands.

When there is about a pound of crystal, they will break off a little bit from it as a seed crystal to continue refining the next one. However, the purity of that thing is gradually becoming outrageous, and the blood color is getting darker and darker, from light pink, to flesh color, to pink, and blood red...

Anyway, what Lance has in his hand now is black and purple. As expected, Lance’s modification of the ceremony still caused problems.

Of course, it was also because Lance didn’t care about the purity issue at all, but he felt that the signs of flesh and blood corruption were becoming more and more obvious.

The so-called giant monster was nothing more than a thing forcibly twisted by the ancestor, a piece of rotten meat without consciousness.

Who cares about purity? He even took the initiative to let go of the purity part because he needed a more exaggerated conversion efficiency.

Now he has only one task, which is to "eat" it as quickly as possible before it rots!

Now it was clear why Lance used his own arm as the carrier of the ritual. How could ordinary materials be as strong as a demigod's body? How could it withstand such an exaggerated transformation intensity? And how could it use the power of flesh and blood to seize power?
The third floor had actually become dilapidated after several harvests. The tentacles that were as tall as towers had collapsed, and the large intestines that were as thick as centuries-old trees had also been cut off... Now all of these had disappeared, leaving only a thick layer of dust.

When Lance walked from the third floor to the second floor, the smell of corruption became even stronger, and it was even difficult to breathe. He could only take action quickly to turn the flesh and blood into dust and purple-black crystals.

The situation on the first floor is better, but not much better. Although there is no flesh and blood covering it, blood once flowed here.

But now this blood no longer flows, like a river waiting to dry up.

The springs that had previously gushed out blood also stopped, revealing an inexplicable depression.

Only then did Lance see the bags of blood crystals piled up like small hills. Only a portion of them had already been shipped out, because only two guards were left here to deal with them.

Originally, the ship at the dock outside was used to carry these things, but since Lance killed Alvis and directly gained a small world, it was no longer so important.

He raised his hand and took all those things, revealing that Alhazred and his men seemed to be troubled by the stopped blood altar.

"Don't worry about it, get out now! This corrupt breath will cause your body to rot!"

It is natural that Lance, a demigod, does not care about these resistances. This is not the case with their birth, and legends cannot escape the essence of human beings.

The situation was urgent so everyone stopped talking and withdrew as the lord said.

As for Lance, he needs to complete the final finishing work.

He pulled up the blood altar and threw it back into the showroom, then held up the holy grail in one hand and plunged the other hand directly into the dried blood pool.

Refined instantly!