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Chapter 201: New Dimension Demon God
Yang Le played with Reina's soul.
The power of Magic was indeed astonishing. This feeling of omnipotence was truly intoxicating.
The terrifying Celestial Energy reserves and Control of an Anodite, coupled with the To'kustar Turtle's BUG-level Magic immunity, had created this terrifying magical life form before him.
The Magic of the Ben 10 Universe originated from the application of Celestial Energy, just like the Philosopher's Stone, the universal substitute in Alchemy. Celestial Energy was the universal substitute in Magic.
To use Magic, gestures, Incantation, or an Amulet were generally required. Of course, it was also possible without these. Just like Verdona could conjure Tape to block Ben's mouth and repair broken Glass without Incantation.
Similarly, Yang Le had just captured Reina's Soul. After all, Yang Le had no Magic inheritance. He didn't know Incantation and could only use this crude Method to use his Ability.
This kind of incantation-free spellcasting consumed much more Celestial Energy than using Incantation. However, Yang Le didn't care. Even the Energy consumed to open up a new Space was only a drop in the bucket for him now.
However, it wasn't a Method to always use Celestial Energy in such a superficial way. Using Incantation was indeed much stronger, but Yang Le had no inheritance. What should he do?
The answer was to create it himself. Magic was also created by others in the beginning, so there was no Reason why Yang Le couldn't. Moreover, Yang Le now had some Ideas, but he had to deal with Daimons in front of him first.
"There are many attractive things in your Soul," Yang Le said slowly.
"Are you referring to the Totem Power engraved on my Soul?" Daimons asked tentatively.
"I'm not talking about those commonplace trinkets." Yang Le feigned disdain. In fact, what Yang Le said was indeed true. Almost every Universe had a plethora of Totem Power users. Calling it commonplace was no exaggeration.
"What is it then?" Daimons asked, puzzled. In Daimons's view, this was the most precious thing he possessed. Could it be that there was some Treasure on him that he didn't know about?
Yang Le didn't let Daimons's mind wander and directly gave him the answer.
"Your Anger, the Resentment for everything, your Soul is simply the ugliest thing in this World. These are incredibly valuable in my eyes."
"Are you from Hell?" Daimons asked. He wasn't some ignorant bumpkin. He had been in contact with Hell before. After all, there were Spider-Man in the Multiverse who had dealings with Hell, and he had even devoured one.
"Don't lump me in with those Guys who reek of Sulfur." Yang Le's face was full of disdain.
"I am a mage, and also the master of this Dimension."
That's right, this was the new Persona Yang Le had created for himself, a Dimension Demon God. The Strength of a Fusion Hero indeed supported him in doing so.
Albedo, a To'kustar Turtle, could rule the entire Magic Dimension of the Ben 10 Universe with the Demon Sky Talisman. It was no Problem for Yang Le to open up a new Space and become a Fusion Hero by relying on his Fusion Hero form.
It was just that he hadn't yet decided on a Name for his Fusion Hero form and this Space. Forget it, this kind of Business couldn't be rushed. He had to come up with a majestic and domineering Name.
Daimons was even more puzzled because, in his Awareness, he had heard of many Dimension Demon Gods, but he had never heard of Yang Le.
Yang Le certainly saw Daimons's Puzzlement, but he wouldn't explain. Not to mention that he hadn't even decided on a Name yet, based on the Identity he had fabricated for himself, he had no Reason to condescend to explain to Daimons.
After all, the more you said, the more mistakes you made. It was better to maintain this sense of mystery, making Daimons unable to fathom him, which would also make him easier to Control.
"I have taken a liking to your Soul. In most cases, your ugly Soul is Hard Currency. Whether it's used for trading or for my own use, it's excellent."
Daimons broke out in a cold sweat. He, who regarded Spider-Man as Meat Pig, felt for the first time that he was not being treated as a "person."
"Then what does the great one require of me?" Daimons swallowed his Saliva, forcing himself to calm down.
"Before you, I am merely a weak Ant. If you desire my Soul, you can take it directly, just like my sister's Soul. There's no Reason to waste Time with me here."
"You are very smart," Yang Le praised.
"Indeed, I have things I need you to do. Although your Soul is not bad, it's far from being top-grade. Only when you realize the Idea hidden in the deepest part of your Inner Heart can your Soul become perfect."
"My... Idea..." Daimons murmured in a low voice, involuntarily recalling the family banquet not long ago in his mind.
Brother Morlun's disrespect, Father Soros's contempt—these were the sources of his Resentment and Anger. As long as his Strength could surpass other family members, then everyone's attitude towards him would change.
No! No, why should he care about them when he possessed Strength? At that time, they would just be Wild Dog by the roadside. No matter what they did, it would be according to his own will, and he could even devour them.
Daimons was like he had hysteria, constantly emitting low laughter from his mouth. Even those Villains who were enslaved felt that Daimons had gone mad and quietly distanced themselves from him.
As for Yang Le, he was using Mind Reading on Daimons with his Ability. After reading his mind, Yang Le had only one Idea.
'Truly filial to death.' Yang Le looked at the silly smiling Daimons with disgust. Good Guy, even that Guy with the Helmet and Ice Sword wasn't as filial as you.
At most, people just stabbed their own Father. You want to eat your whole family? This is truly paternal love and filial piety, brotherly harmony and respect.
Originally, Yang Le wanted to add fuel to the fire, using his Magic to bewitch Daimons. But he didn't expect that he didn't need to use it at all. This Daimons was truly too extreme.
That's right, Yang Le's Purpose was to borrow a knife to kill someone, using Daimons as a pawn to disintegrate the entire Inheritors from within without losing a single soldier.
How to implement it specifically? First, establish his own powerful Identity to deter Daimons. Then, like other Demon Gods, bestow some Strength upon Daimons, making him his agent, and relying on Daimons to kill the other Inheritors.
Yang Le did indeed need a pawn to do dirty work, to handle things that were inconvenient for him to do himself. Daimons was a good candidate, and if he wasn't useful, he could just be discarded. Yang Le would suffer no loss.
"I can bestow Strength upon you," Yang Le continued to play the mysterious figure according to the Plan in his Heart.
"May I ask, supreme and most honorable one, what is the price I must pay?" Daimons immediately knelt on one knee. It seemed he didn't actually care about any price and had already begun to show his loyalty to Yang Le.
"Everything of you," Yang Le said slowly. "Are you willing?"
"Of course!" Daimons said decisively.
"Then sign this Contract." Yang Le conjured a Parchment with Magic and floated it down from the Air towards Daimons.
(End of Chapter)
Yang Le played with Reina's soul.
The power of Magic was indeed astonishing. This feeling of omnipotence was truly intoxicating.
The terrifying Celestial Energy reserves and Control of an Anodite, coupled with the To'kustar Turtle's BUG-level Magic immunity, had created this terrifying magical life form before him.
The Magic of the Ben 10 Universe originated from the application of Celestial Energy, just like the Philosopher's Stone, the universal substitute in Alchemy. Celestial Energy was the universal substitute in Magic.
To use Magic, gestures, Incantation, or an Amulet were generally required. Of course, it was also possible without these. Just like Verdona could conjure Tape to block Ben's mouth and repair broken Glass without Incantation.
Similarly, Yang Le had just captured Reina's Soul. After all, Yang Le had no Magic inheritance. He didn't know Incantation and could only use this crude Method to use his Ability.
This kind of incantation-free spellcasting consumed much more Celestial Energy than using Incantation. However, Yang Le didn't care. Even the Energy consumed to open up a new Space was only a drop in the bucket for him now.
However, it wasn't a Method to always use Celestial Energy in such a superficial way. Using Incantation was indeed much stronger, but Yang Le had no inheritance. What should he do?
The answer was to create it himself. Magic was also created by others in the beginning, so there was no Reason why Yang Le couldn't. Moreover, Yang Le now had some Ideas, but he had to deal with Daimons in front of him first.
"There are many attractive things in your Soul," Yang Le said slowly.
"Are you referring to the Totem Power engraved on my Soul?" Daimons asked tentatively.
"I'm not talking about those commonplace trinkets." Yang Le feigned disdain. In fact, what Yang Le said was indeed true. Almost every Universe had a plethora of Totem Power users. Calling it commonplace was no exaggeration.
"What is it then?" Daimons asked, puzzled. In Daimons's view, this was the most precious thing he possessed. Could it be that there was some Treasure on him that he didn't know about?
Yang Le didn't let Daimons's mind wander and directly gave him the answer.
"Your Anger, the Resentment for everything, your Soul is simply the ugliest thing in this World. These are incredibly valuable in my eyes."
"Are you from Hell?" Daimons asked. He wasn't some ignorant bumpkin. He had been in contact with Hell before. After all, there were Spider-Man in the Multiverse who had dealings with Hell, and he had even devoured one.
"Don't lump me in with those Guys who reek of Sulfur." Yang Le's face was full of disdain.
"I am a mage, and also the master of this Dimension."
That's right, this was the new Persona Yang Le had created for himself, a Dimension Demon God. The Strength of a Fusion Hero indeed supported him in doing so.
Albedo, a To'kustar Turtle, could rule the entire Magic Dimension of the Ben 10 Universe with the Demon Sky Talisman. It was no Problem for Yang Le to open up a new Space and become a Fusion Hero by relying on his Fusion Hero form.
It was just that he hadn't yet decided on a Name for his Fusion Hero form and this Space. Forget it, this kind of Business couldn't be rushed. He had to come up with a majestic and domineering Name.
Daimons was even more puzzled because, in his Awareness, he had heard of many Dimension Demon Gods, but he had never heard of Yang Le.
Yang Le certainly saw Daimons's Puzzlement, but he wouldn't explain. Not to mention that he hadn't even decided on a Name yet, based on the Identity he had fabricated for himself, he had no Reason to condescend to explain to Daimons.
After all, the more you said, the more mistakes you made. It was better to maintain this sense of mystery, making Daimons unable to fathom him, which would also make him easier to Control.
"I have taken a liking to your Soul. In most cases, your ugly Soul is Hard Currency. Whether it's used for trading or for my own use, it's excellent."
Daimons broke out in a cold sweat. He, who regarded Spider-Man as Meat Pig, felt for the first time that he was not being treated as a "person."
"Then what does the great one require of me?" Daimons swallowed his Saliva, forcing himself to calm down.
"Before you, I am merely a weak Ant. If you desire my Soul, you can take it directly, just like my sister's Soul. There's no Reason to waste Time with me here."
"You are very smart," Yang Le praised.
"Indeed, I have things I need you to do. Although your Soul is not bad, it's far from being top-grade. Only when you realize the Idea hidden in the deepest part of your Inner Heart can your Soul become perfect."
"My... Idea..." Daimons murmured in a low voice, involuntarily recalling the family banquet not long ago in his mind.
Brother Morlun's disrespect, Father Soros's contempt—these were the sources of his Resentment and Anger. As long as his Strength could surpass other family members, then everyone's attitude towards him would change.
No! No, why should he care about them when he possessed Strength? At that time, they would just be Wild Dog by the roadside. No matter what they did, it would be according to his own will, and he could even devour them.
Daimons was like he had hysteria, constantly emitting low laughter from his mouth. Even those Villains who were enslaved felt that Daimons had gone mad and quietly distanced themselves from him.
As for Yang Le, he was using Mind Reading on Daimons with his Ability. After reading his mind, Yang Le had only one Idea.
'Truly filial to death.' Yang Le looked at the silly smiling Daimons with disgust. Good Guy, even that Guy with the Helmet and Ice Sword wasn't as filial as you.
At most, people just stabbed their own Father. You want to eat your whole family? This is truly paternal love and filial piety, brotherly harmony and respect.
Originally, Yang Le wanted to add fuel to the fire, using his Magic to bewitch Daimons. But he didn't expect that he didn't need to use it at all. This Daimons was truly too extreme.
That's right, Yang Le's Purpose was to borrow a knife to kill someone, using Daimons as a pawn to disintegrate the entire Inheritors from within without losing a single soldier.
How to implement it specifically? First, establish his own powerful Identity to deter Daimons. Then, like other Demon Gods, bestow some Strength upon Daimons, making him his agent, and relying on Daimons to kill the other Inheritors.
Yang Le did indeed need a pawn to do dirty work, to handle things that were inconvenient for him to do himself. Daimons was a good candidate, and if he wasn't useful, he could just be discarded. Yang Le would suffer no loss.
"I can bestow Strength upon you," Yang Le continued to play the mysterious figure according to the Plan in his Heart.
"May I ask, supreme and most honorable one, what is the price I must pay?" Daimons immediately knelt on one knee. It seemed he didn't actually care about any price and had already begun to show his loyalty to Yang Le.
"Everything of you," Yang Le said slowly. "Are you willing?"
"Of course!" Daimons said decisively.
"Then sign this Contract." Yang Le conjured a Parchment with Magic and floated it down from the Air towards Daimons.
(End of Chapter)
