Chapter 317 The Influence of the New Spirit

In terms of difficulty, Veleslana is the most difficult of all the contracted spirits Roland has encountered so far.

Even the red contracted spirit cannot resist the Key of All Souls due to its own nature. After dealing with the chaos caused by it, it is easy to capture.

And unlike Lilith and Zhenming, who are essentially kind-hearted contracted spirits, Veleslana really intends to fight Roland to the death, but on the contrary, after defeating him, Roland also received the most generous gift so far.

Without hesitation, Roland thought and gave an order to the Key of All Souls.

——Contract Veleslana.

Strong power once again poured into Roland's body, forging his muscles and bones bit by bit, and the total amount of magic power that can be output was increased again.

In the past, his highly adaptable body would expand the output limit of Roland as a container after each battle of higher intensity. Roland was able to use a burst of magic that could crush the Shadow Kingdom in one breath and a powerful magic that could come back again after a fight in the battle with Scathach, which was closely related to this incident.

This is also an important reason why Roland still surpassed Veleslana, who had multiple essences, in total magic power after two of his personalities were sealed.

Therefore, while his body was still digesting the experience and traces of this battle, he could clearly feel the difference from before.

"The growth of magic power and the strength of the body have increased..."

If it was an increase like a gushing mountain spring, now it is at least a stream.

Although the amplitude is not large, it can make his already perfect body produce such a feeling. The body of the God of Disobedience is indeed unique.

The most obvious is the body that has accelerated its recovery speed due to the traces of the chaotic battlefield around it. They are adjusting the body little by little, allowing the keen fighting intuition to occupy the rationality.

Although there is nothing difficult for Roland now, there is no doubt that his talent and instinct in fighting have been infinitely elevated again.

However, it is unknown whether this change is born from the roots of the world of the God Slayer or the power of Veleslana's fighting nature.

Roland closed his eyes and felt the power deep in his body.

Thanks to the experience of devouring the Holy Lord in the past, Veleslana's incarnation power was quickly filled into the body as a pure concept as a foundation, but unlike the Holy Lord last time, Veleslana has adapted to the rules after absorbing the divine essence given by the world, causing the advantages of his own world to disappear.

Therefore, even if he gained his power, Roland only intended to use it as a prop like the black shadow or even the sin of karma.

"An unexpected surprise..."

Roland felt the divine essence that was connected to the incarnation and could be controlled by him.

Absorbing Veleslana as a spirit is much more clever than the dark sacrifice used by the original witch Pandora. Roland not only avoids the subtlety of obtaining a young girl's mother out of thin air, but also avoids the disadvantages of the God Killer.

The power of the young god has become his power without any barriers, without any restrictions, and because of the difference in output power, the power limit of the ten incarnations in his hands is even better than that in Veleslana's hands, and the essence closely related to the incarnation has also been washed white.

Moreover, Veleslana has a characteristic that is highly compatible with him, which has contributed to this phenomenon.

"Change..."

Roland looked at the essence that spontaneously maintained the balance of power like a fish in water and constantly added buffs to him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The depth of the concept cannot be described by superficial words.

Just as war and victory can point to the strongest, change will not be a simple change. At least Roland now has a more mysterious understanding of the power of incarnation.

With the warrior's golden sword, which has a very good upper limit of special attack, Roland's harvest this time is not too rich.

In this case, even the influence and digestion conditions of Veleslana are nothing.

Roland's eyes flickered slightly, and he felt the information given by the Key of All Souls.

—— Contracted Spirit [Veleslana] (Contracted)

Representation: You have a heroic temperament all over your body. When you stand under the glory, this impression will directly cover the witness's imagination of the hero.

Influence: Veleslana's blessing will greatly increase your enthusiasm for victory. If there is no more important reason, you will not refuse the challenge launched under fair rules in pursuit of victory. In addition, you will always unconsciously appreciate excellent warriors.

Empowerment:

Disobedient God of Perverseness: You can always resist the constraints given by fate or the world. In contrast, the higher your resistance, the more you can't hide your nature.

God of War of the East: You gain the power from Veleslana. As long as you want, you can freely change the postures of the ten incarnations, or use their powers together.

Victory Protection: No matter what you do, no matter how strong or weak the enemy is, you will unconsciously seize the possibility of victory, from small games to big battles.

Digestion Requirements: Take away the defeat that once left Artosh, and become the strongest in this world who holds all victories.

Although the number of abilities that Veleslana can give to Roland is small, the quality is unparalleled. As far as Roland feels, it is different from other contract spirits, which are just the remaining essence, or purple contract spirits that have given everything to Roland with their whole heart and soul, but still have a contractual connection to ensure their individual existence.

This young god readily handed over everything he had, from magic power, physique to power. Even if he was just an ordinary person before, after the contract, he could instantly obtain the same power as Veleslana himself.

In front of this gift, Veleslana's influence is not worth mentioning. With the isolation of the AT force field, Roland can already control the influence of the contract spirit very well.

But at the same time, the conditions for completely obtaining this power are also the most specific and demanding that Roland has seen so far.

To become the strongest in this world, you must defeat Artosh, but if you don't get the Star Cup, it is almost impossible to do this.

Although Veleslana's power is the most critical part of Roland's plan, from a rational point of view, although the difficulty is not as high as turning from an ordinary person into a God Slayer, it is almost the same.

"Win or die."

As the embodiment of concepts, the Old Gods may sometimes be quite inflexible, but their spirit is irresistible.

Roland looked at the looming Kingdom of Elkia in the distance, his eyes flickered.

Next, I will use the human race as a pioneer to test whether the two Old Gods who want to stay out of it are qualified to be used by me.

——

Avant Heim.

In this world cut off from the outside world, no matter what changes happen in the outside world, it cannot affect the scenery inside.

So many people don't know that in this world polluted by spirit bones, the most beautiful place is not the domain of the Forest God Cainas, but the home of the Flügel.

But now, the winged girls looked at the shaking sky and buildings around them with great shock. However, facing this scene that they had never seen in their long lives, the girls who were born to be fighting races did not get ready to attack.

Because their talents could clearly perceive that the source of this change came from the throne of the Creator.

There had been no movement there for many years. Even when the God of Victory came to challenge him last time, Artosh just crossed over to the outside world and crushed the opponent's golden sword with a clean move, and broke up the figure of the young god, turning it into a beast with different postures.

Their chattering voices all stopped, and their expressions became solemn, but more people cast their curious eyes to the outside world, trying to find out the source of the roar of their Creator.

"My Lord..."

Azriel raised her head with bated breath, and her emotions were rarely excited.

Just now she was in a narrow room, respectfully reporting the news of the past few days to her beloved master, but the next moment, this place turned into a wide space.

It was because the peerless God of War stood up quietly. You know, in these hundreds and thousands of years, no matter what achievements the Flügels made, no matter how the power of this planet changed, he never left his throne.

After realizing this action, to be honest, Azriel was so scared that her mind went blank.

Because just this one stop, the time, space, and even the law of causality around Artosh were distorted, creating a space thousands of times wider than the original palace. In front of such a great power, Azriel could only feel as small as an ant.

"I didn't expect that he actually killed the Final Dragon and the little devil holding the victory in one breath."

Artosh looked down at the distant scenery proudly, as if he was experiencing the remaining power.

"Come from another world, how will you perform next time? Can you be strong enough to kill me too?"

His voice was full of expectation and joy.

But after hearing his words, Azriel was speechless.

Killed both the Dragon of the End and the God of Victory in one go?

Although Azriel didn't want to admit that the two could be as famous as her master, as the first Flügel born and always by Artosh's side, she knew their value very well.

To put it bluntly, they were the goalkeepers below the strongest.

If they could be on par with them, they could call themselves the second strongest in the world with a clear conscience, but these two people all fell in less than a day.

It was obvious what the next step would be for someone who was capable of doing this.

"My Lord, please forgive me for offending you, please let me lead the Flügel to bring Jibril back and cooperate with you to meet the challenger in the most complete manner."

Azriel would not doubt whether Artosh would win, and was willing to sit back and watch the unknown threat according to the last order, but when it came to Jibril, she really couldn't calm down.

As the strongest Flügel, she initially treated herself as a tool to fulfill her mission, ruling the machines called Flügel with a cold and ruthless attitude.

And it was Jibril who made her truly become Azriel.

If Artosh, who gave her life, is her father, then Jibril is her sister. To Azriel, both of them are relatives who surpass her companions.

For Jibril, Azriel even eavesdropped on the conversations between the thrones.

In this world where the signs of the end of the war have begun to appear, she really can't rest assured that her unreliable sister is walking alone in the outside world. This is not an excessive worry. If she hadn't followed her, Jibril would have died in the first challenge to the dragon spirit. If she hadn't arrived in time, the most they could have done was to die together.

"There is no need for this. The extra individual has decided to rebel against me."

"Little Jibril..."

Hearing the news of Jibril's rebellion, Azriel almost fainted. She almost tried her best to suppress the urge to shout, and her face was full of shock.

However, the God of War didn't care at all, and smiled rarely.

"No. 1 individual, you don't need to worry about her safety. Even without his protection, the extra individual will be fine. She is no longer the wing that only relies on the power given by me to fight. Beside that challenger, she can experience more precious fighting and sharpen her soul. Such growth makes me feel very relieved."

No... It's because of that unknown guy that I am worried!

Azriel opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She didn't even dare to doubt the words of the Creator, but just lowered her head in a trance.

Such a serious crime has exceeded her bottom line, even if Jibril is special.

"My Lord, this is an unforgivable act. Please let me bring her head back."

Azriel stood up expressionlessly and said coldly.

"No need to do this. I just hope she is like this. In this world, how many people can think of me as "I must kill him"? Let me look forward to her performance again."

"Yes..."

Since the master has spoken, she has no reason to refuse.

Azriel stood up in panic and walked towards the outside world. When she came to her senses, the surroundings had turned into the red sky of the outside world.

"Little Jip..."

The girl's pretty face still had some shocking emotions. She murmured her sister's name, and a hint of determination appeared in her eyes.

She actually wanted to be an enemy of Master Artosh and wanted to kill her master. Even Jibril could not forgive such intentions.

However, since the master's permission was obtained, there was still room for turning around.

Azriel had no confidence in fighting the enemy who killed the Final Dragon and the God of Victory, but just looking for an opportunity to kidnap Jibril, there was still a chance of success.

"First, we must obtain detailed information."

Azriel recalled the recent information and maps in her mind and flew towards the direction where the spirit bones fluctuated most violently.

Just as she would kill Jibril for Artosh, she was willing to disobey the master's orders to save her sister's life.

As long as Jibril can be brought back to Avant Heim before this idea becomes a fait accompli, there is still room for maneuver.

"Little Jibril, you've really gone too far this time... so..."

Azriel muttered to herself, turning her inner determination into powerful words.

"--Even if I have to break your arms and legs, I will bring you back!"