Chapter 3685: A Hint
Chapter 3685: A Hint
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Oh?"
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes and once again reached out to tap Lyanna between the brows.
"Pa!"
At once, fine sacred chains appeared across the surface of Lyanna’s sea-monster form.
"Roar!!!"
Lyanna let out another furious roar and struggled wildly, but the sacred chains covering her body locked her firmly in place.
"Boom!!!"
A heavy bolt of thunder crashed down and struck the sea monster’s body with tremendous force.
God’s Punishment!
Hit by the thunder imbued with an added holy attribute, Lyanna was instantly severely wounded, her body crackling with flowing arcs of electricity.
"Roar!!!"
Stimulated by the attack, Lyanna’s consciousness was completely swallowed by the blood shadow of the ancient sea monster. Her sea-monster body mutated again, swelling larger as she roared in rage.
"Heh! Interesting. Then let’s do it again!"
"Boom! Boom boom boom!!!"
Several streaks of purple-red lightning crashed down in succession.
Under the repeated bombardment, Lyanna’s enormous sea-monster body split open with torn flesh. Her body was charred black like coal, and her hard scales peeled away inch by inch, exposing scorched flesh beneath that had been blasted open and burned black.
Fang Heng raised a hand toward Lyanna.
Lyanna’s savage and berserk beast eyes had already gone dull and unfocused, and only pained whimpers could escape her mouth.
Wrapped in dark-gold sacred chains, Lyanna’s body floated uncontrollably into the air.
Fang Heng flicked a finger, and a drop of crimson blood fell into Lyanna’s mouth.
In an instant, Lyanna’s expression changed drastically, and her previously unfocused pupils suddenly sharpened.
Two different forces began to clash violently within her body!
The power of vampire blood surged madly through her body, violently washing against the power of the sea monster’s blood.
"Pfft!!!"
Lyanna could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood!
Fresh blood seeped continuously from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Her body trembled violently as she gradually withdrew from her sea-monster form.
"Lyanna."
The God’s Eye in Fang Heng’s right eye spun rapidly as he pushed his psychic ability to its limit.
"Look into my eyes."
Lyanna looked uncontrollably into Fang Heng’s eyes.
"Now, submit to me."
...
At the entrance of the cavern.
Eliot and his group vaguely heard the sounds of battle coming from deep within the cavern.
Heh!
They had started fighting!
Eliot sneered inwardly.
So what if Fang Heng was arrogant?
Had he not still been trapped perfectly by Duke Windy’s scheme?
Before long, the sounds from within the cavern gradually fell silent.
So fast?
Eliot thought to himself that the god servants of Sea God Island were indeed terrifyingly powerful.
The servants would probably emerge soon with Fang Heng in tow. He needed to report back to the Duke quickly and prepare for the next step.
But Eliot waited and waited, and the cavern remained as silent as ever.
Hm? Why had they still not come out?
Had something else happened?
A bad premonition suddenly rose in Eliot’s heart.
Inside the cavern.
Lyanna’s Sea God-transformed body had completely receded, and a trace of crimson gradually appeared in her eyes.
"Your Majesty."
Lyanna knelt on one knee and submitted obediently to Fang Heng.
The dozen or so Sea God guards who had entered the cavern with her had also had their minds influenced by Fang Heng, and they knelt alongside Lyanna to submit to him.
"Very good, Lyanna. You made the right choice."
Fang Heng nodded lightly.
The ritual to condense divinity was still missing a presiding host.
Cao Ge’s group of players, along with the newly recruited native NPCs, all had rather ordinary spirit attributes.
Lyanna, however, was quite suitable.
To complete the ritual in a short time, Fang Heng had directly spent a drop of vampire blood essence.
"Lyanna, let us begin."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Lyanna walked to the ritual magic array and slowly raised her right hand.
"Activate the ritual."
Fang Heng stood at the center of the magic array.
A group of fanatical believers surrounded the outer perimeter of the array and chanted prayers.
Driven by mental power, blazing hellfire suddenly rose from the ritual array.
The divine authority placed at the center of the array slowly melted into dark-gold liquid and flowed into Fang Heng’s body.
Fang Heng closed his eyes and focused, following the method described in the book. He combined stamina, the power of faith, and the power of divine authority together, attempting to condense the most basic form of divinity.
Because his mental strength was extremely powerful, the three forces obeyed his control with remarkable compliance and rapidly mixed within his body.
"Hm? What’s going on?"
In the middle of the ritual, Fang Heng let out a murmur of surprise.
Why was he unable to successfully condense divinity?
According to the notes, one only needed to combine these three forces, and divinity would naturally take shape.
So why could he not do it?
Was there a problem with the condensation method recorded in the notes?
That should not have been the case.
The game had already given a successful prompt, which meant the problem did not lie in the notes.
Was there a problem with his own operation?
Or was he himself fundamentally different from ordinary people?
Fang Heng steadied himself and carefully observed the flow of power within his body.
There was no problem with the flow of power.
The breath of hell had clearly already been successfully invoked.
Was the external pressure insufficient?
Fang Heng tried mobilizing his mental power and forcibly compressed the three forces toward the center, attempting to crush them together into fusion.
Drops of sweat slid continuously down both sides of Fang Heng’s face.
No! It still did not work!
The three forces had already been compressed to the limit by mental power, yet there was still no sign of fusion!
Where was the problem?
Outside the ritual, Lyanna’s expression turned grave.
She did not know what had gone wrong with the ritual.
By all logic, the ritual should have been completed in at most ten minutes.
And yet thirty minutes had already passed.
After forcibly attempting fusion to no avail, Fang Heng relaxed his mental power and temporarily allowed the three mixed forces to drift within his body. While observing their circulation, he focused and thought.
Strange.
He discovered that the force obstructing the condensation of the three powers was coming from within his own body.
It seemed that some special power inside him was preventing the fusion?
Had he been wrestling against himself this entire time?
Fang Heng looked inward at his own body and noticed the internal circulation, suddenly gaining insight.
Right!
It was balance!
At present, he possessed multiple academic power systems within his body, so many that to an ordinary person it would have been terrifying.
If it were an ordinary person, so many powers would have been impossible to control.
But his racial bloodline could convert the various systems of power into Qi, allowing multiple academic powers to coexist.
In addition, the three powers that could not be converted into Qi—hell, holy, and undead—circled slowly around the central core of Qi within his body, forming a stable triangular structure.
The reason he could not condense divinity now was perhaps because he had only injected hell power alone, creating an imbalance in power.
His body had sensed that imbalance and was instinctively rejecting the fusion.
Fang Heng nodded to himself. He felt he had found the reason.
As for the solution, it was simple.
He only needed to inject the other powers directly into the divinity as well!
Time to test it!
Fang Heng immediately poured undead power, holy power, and Qi into the divinity that was in the process of fusion.
It worked!
Fang Heng’s heart jumped.
Undead power and holy power automatically flowed into the mixed energy mass, but Qi was unable to merge and was rejected by the mixed forces.
With the experience from before, Fang Heng did not forcibly use mental power to fuse Qi this time. Instead, he removed Qi and tried fusing the remaining powers.