blueteamnovel Chapter 43 New Powers
Chapter 43 New Powers
"Hahaha! But why does it look so much like a magical encyclopedia? Using politeness as leverage, yet the principles have completely collapsed?"
In the divine realm, Luo Huan, in her white-haired loli form, laughed out loud at the bead.
She shook her head, her long silver-white hair swirling in the air in arcs.
The next moment, the human figure blurred and reformed.
In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a white cat.
Its fur is pure white, its pupils are blood red, and its tail sways gently in the air.
The cat raised its paw and pressed it against the pink iridescent bead that represented Lucien.
The paw pads felt cool to the touch, and tiny ripples spread across the surface of the beads.
"Hakimi! Ha!"
The white cat opened its mouth and made a hissing sound.
"Come on, even harder! Speed it up! Breathe your breath into the world!"
The cat's mouth opened wide, revealing its sharp teeth.
"ha!"
Power began to pour in fiercely.
Through the power, it was continuously poured into Lucien's body.
This time, there were no obstacles.
Things will fall into place naturally.
The membrane that had always separated the divine kingdom from the world broke the instant that Luo Huan simultaneously poured his power into Lucien's body as his power swelled to its peak!
Banquet hall of Baisha Bay Club.
Lucien Alden stood in the center of the long table, his feet resting on the gleaming forehead of Adams' eldest son.
He raised his hand and wiped his cheek with his fingertips.
It's wet.
I cried.
It wasn't touching, nor was it sad.
It's simply because he realized it.
Realizing that this group of people had been living at such a low threshold all along, and realizing that he had just used the [Threshold Breaker] on dozens of individuals at the same time, compressing and pouring the sensory stimulation accumulated over the past twenty years into their souls.
The thrill of forcing a good woman into prostitution.
That sense of immorality that dragged the Puritans into hell.
This was compounded by the intense pleasure that came back to him simultaneously from dozens of other people, all sharing the same frequency.
My body couldn't help but shed tears.
This is just a physiological reaction.
But that's not enough.
It's still not enough.
For this body, which has already reached the second level of the Black Iron rank and has undergone the baptism of chemical ecstasy, this level of stimulation is not enough.
There are too few people, and the quality isn't high enough. It's fun, but it hasn't reached its peak yet.
That's not enough to get us hyped up!
Just at this time.
A familiar feeling is coming.
The cross scars on my lower abdomen and back started to feel hot at the same time.
It wasn't a burning pain, but a warm, slightly stimulating sensation that welled up from deep within the scar, spreading throughout the body along the blood vessels and nerves.
power.
A new power is emerging within me.
"Lord..."
Lucien tilted his head back, squeezing out a hoarse sound.
"Do you also condone my behavior?"
Power surged forth.
Muscle fibers are generating heat, bone density is increasing, and nerve reaction speed is jumping again.
Blood flow increased, but the heartbeat remained unusually steady.
My vision became sharper; I could see the trembling of the waiter's eyelashes in the corner of the hall and hear the rise and fall of every ripple of the waves outside the window.
"Hiss—"
He took a deep breath and gripped his light linen suit jacket with both hands.
tear.
The sound of silk tearing was crisp and clear.
The expensive fabric crumbled into pieces between his fingers, scattering across the ground.
Next came the shirt, the buttons popped off, the fabric ripped in the middle, revealing a pale but well-defined chest.
He stepped over the still convulsing body beneath his feet and strode onto the long table.
The table vibrated, and the silver cutlery and glasses jingled.
Lucien stood on the table with his arms outstretched.
The power swelled within him, like a flood that had been suppressed for a long time finally finding a way out.
He couldn't help but start dancing, not with structured steps, but purely, his body swaying to the rhythm of instinct.
Twist your waist, draw an arc with your arms, and lightly tap your toes on the table.
And that power, with his movements, was breaking through a certain boundary.
Like a young girl who is ready and has loosened her moisture.
The barriers of the world have been broken.
hum-
An invisible wave emanated from him.
The power began to dissipate outwards.
The body is changing.
It's not muscle expansion, nor is it an increase in body size. It's a more precise adjustment:
The lines of the shoulder blades are smoother, the curves of the waist and abdomen are firmer, and the proportions of the limbs are closer to a kind of mathematical perfection.
The skin regains a healthy glow, and the pores shrink.
He is transforming into a perfect body.
Not that muscular monster with a pointy head in the gym.
Rather, it is the kind of ideal human body that exists only in the hands of plaster artists, balancing strength and beauty.
Lucien smiled.
With a swift movement, he flipped open the temperature-controlled display case embedded in the wall on one side of the banquet hall.
Along with the blast of cold air came a small tower, several feet shorter than him.
Raise your hand, and pull it.
Gundam's dance partner accompanied him as his bare feet trod on the marble floor.
Leaning forward and backward, arms tracing elegant arcs.
A standard Western European court dance.
Gundam is like a beloved angel, swirling, flipping, and rising and falling with his dance.
They were like a pair of star-crossed lovers.
The already modified Gundam fragments peeled off the surface of the frame with a dancing motion.
Like scarlet rain, it fell on those who had collapsed to the ground around them.
Something is gathering.
It is not a physical entity, but a model of power.
The dance steps quickened.
Spin, jump, freeze.
In his final move, Lucien knelt on one knee, raised his right hand high, and placed his left hand on his chest.
The mechanical skeleton, with only a few remaining fragments of Gundam hanging from it, trembled with his movements.
With a snap, it fell to the ground, turning into a pile of battle-damaged Gundam endoskeleton parts.
A fluctuation was felt.
Clear, stable, with a faint pinkish iridescence.
The power has been fully condensed.
【Extreme Wave】.
The effect is simple: select a modifiable threshold template, expand the domain centered on yourself, and force all targets and the caster within the domain to share that threshold and empathize with each other's emotions and sensory sensitivity.
It can also be applied to the depth of a single target.
Within the domain, the caster can bless and assimilate the suitor, guiding them to the starting point of the path and making them a new Iron-level believer, but the upper limit of the blessed person will not be higher than the caster's own class.
"Oh my gosh~"
Lucien knelt on the ground, his body arched, his shoulders trembling slightly from extreme pleasure.
"God! Oh!!!"
Almost simultaneously.
In the corner of the banquet hall, in front of that Steinway grand piano.
Bishop Luke placed his hands on the piano keys.
He had been playing the instrument the whole time.
It wasn't a complete musical piece, but rather a jumble of notes improvised to follow the rhythm of Lucien's dance steps.
It was like a hymn of praise to the Son of God.
Now, he presses the last chord.
thump.
The music was dull and monotonous.
Then Luke fell backward, his face flushed, his mouth stretched to his ears, and an uncontrollable, strange cry escaped his throat:
"Oh my god! Oh my god, oh my god—!"
He slumped onto the piano keys, his body convulsing.
I feel completely relaxed and comfortable.
"God!"