Chapter 369

After bathing, Luosen changed into a set of leather clothing matching the local style, and he fitted the Extinction Law Sword with a leather scabbard, concealing the radiance of this second-tier divine artifact.

If one does not carefully observe his facial features, Luosen is already completely identical to the native inhabitants of this plane.

In contrast, Tiralilin remains very conspicuous.

Because the local inhabitants mostly have black, brown, or blond hair and eye colors, she is violet.

As soon as she stands in a crowd, she immediately becomes the focus of everyone's attention.

This is obviously not good; it will invite many unexpected troubles.

Before they were to meet the manor lord, Luosen raised his hand and covered Tiralilin's forehead: "Dear, let me disguise you a bit."

Tiralilin blinked: "Disguise?"

Before her words even finished, Luosen answered her doubt with action.

He drew a huge amount of power from the solar essence, then forcibly infused it into an enormous-scale Transformation Technique; in the blink of an eye, he transformed Tiralilin into a brown-haired, black-eyed state.

Throughout the process, the power drawn reached as high as ten thousand Luosen, but the amount actually infused into the Transformation Technique was less than 0.001 Luosen, roughly equivalent to the power of a first-ring Transformation Technique on the main plane.

It's like having a huge reservoir but opening only a tiny outlet.

Although the amount of water flowing out may not be large, the flow rate must be astonishingly fast, manifesting as an extremely rapid casting speed—completed in less than half a second.

The remaining power naturally did not disappear; it resides within Luosen's divine body, becoming a pure energy.

If on the main plane, this energy would transform into an internal magical ring, constantly dissipating, and would be completely gone within a few hours at most.

But in this demiplane, the magical ring's power is under great restraint, so this internal energy can be stored for a long time and taken out when needed.

This is a major advantage of the divine body, but this ability is not infinite; currently the maximum storage is about one hundred thousand Luosen of power.

Meanwhile, Tiralilin faintly sensed her own change, immediately grabbed a mirror to look, and was instantly shocked.

"Dear, how can you still cast spells?"

Although it is extremely weak, only of first-ring strength, this is nevertheless a demiplane where spellcasting is forbidden.

Luosen gave a slight smile: "This was originally a super-massive spell on the scale of a million Luosen."

Tiralilin still didn't understand: "But I remember you need to rely on a twelfth-ring magical implement to cast such a super spell, right?"

Luosen nodded: "Before the eleventh ring, I indeed needed the aid of a mountain talisman, but now we are twelfth-ring divine bodies; we can fully simulate the effect of a magical implement using a twelfth-ring divine body. Although this is quite complicated, it can still be done."

Luosen himself would find it difficult to accomplish, for it is truly too complex; even if he managed it, he would hardly be able to divert his attention to other matters.

But he has Laifu assisting him, so it feels as light as lifting a feather.

On the other side, Tiralilin gazed at Luosen with an extremely complex look.

"Dear, your spellcasting talent is truly outstanding and unparalleled. If you possessed strong temporal aptitude, your achievements would surely reach an inconceivable level."

Luosen, however, did not like such empty talk; he spread his hands: "Unfortunately, the Creator has not favored me, and the manor lord is probably growing impatient; let's go see him."

"Okay."

She hooked her arm through Luosen's, and they walked side by side toward the manor's reception hall.

As they passed a window, Luosen poked his head out to look at the manor's courtyard and discovered a unit of soldiers stationed there, wearing steel mail armor.

Over the mail they wore surcoats emblazoned with a depiction of a spread-winged eagle.

There were twenty in total, each strong and sturdy; besides ordinary swords and blades, each also carried a superbly crafted crossbow on his back.

Clearly, they were a unit of very powerful elite warriors.

Although their helmets obscured their faces, from their builds and gait Luosen recognized that the captain of this unit was none other than the previous Black Wolf, Rudolf.

Tiralilin whispered: "I didn't notice anything before, but after losing my magic, I feel these warriors are terrifyingly strong."

Luosen chuckled lightly: "Dear, you have a divine body; as long as you draw in enough power, you can run faster than a horse, and they cannot catch you."

Tiralilin had no confidence: "Even if you say that, you can't outrun a crossbow bolt."

After saying that, she complained in a shy voice: "You just exerted too much force earlier; I can't even run now."

Luosen laughed heartily, gave Tiralilin a light pat, and quickly cast two spells.

They were the Mighty Strength Technique and the Steel Armor Technique, both of second-ring power.

This is also the upper limit of power he currently intends to reveal.

If he exerted his full strength, he could probably cast spells of up to sixth-ring power.

After the casting was complete, he lightly blinked at the latter and said: "How about now?"

"Now I'm not afraid, but can it be even stronger?"

"For now this is the level; after I study it carefully for a period, I should be able to make it stronger."

Saying that, he also cast the same spell on himself.

Tiralilin was very pleased: "Dear, this is really great."

Her reliance on Luosen grew stronger and stronger, and she unconsciously clung tighter to his arm.

Afterward, the two arrived at the reception hall.

In the reception hall there were two men, one seated and one standing.

The seated man appeared to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, wearing armor, but mainly light and ornate.

The standing man wore heavy steel plate armor, stood over 1.9 meters tall, with shoulders as broad as a wall; he should be considered the peak of mortal martial prowess in this world.

Luosen glanced and knew that the seated man was a noble lord, while the one beside him was naturally his trusted guard.

The noble lord had been waiting impatiently, his face showing clear displeasure.

Upon seeing Luosen arrive, he gave a soft snort: "Young man, in this world no one has ever wasted so much of my time; I think you owe me a plausible explanation."

Luosen said nothing, took Tiralilin's arm, and boldly sat in the chair opposite the noble lord. After settling, he picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured himself and Tiralilin a drink as if no one else were present, took a pleasant sip, and even crossed his legs leisurely.

Seeing this, the plate-armored warrior immediately placed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist and looked toward the noble lord beside him.

Obviously, as soon as his lord gave a glance, his sword would come down on Luosen.

Looking again at the noble lord, his face turned slightly green, one hand gripping his wine cup tightly, as if he were about to erupt at any moment.

Luosen took in everything, feeling he was about to touch the other's tolerance limit, before he slowly said: "Buddy, you must be the lord of Lyon Town, right?"

The noble lord stared, then his face sank: "You guessed right, but no one has ever dared to call me 'buddy'."

Luosen laughed heartily: "Well, now there is."

The noble lord frowned, glanced at his guard beside him: "Young man, you're very arrogant; I hope you have the capital to back it up."

The guard beside him immediately drew his long sword and swung it down at Luosen.

This sword strike wasn't fast; it was mainly probing.

Of course, if Luosen couldn't even block this strike, then getting cut down would be deserved.

Luosen remained seated upright, one hand holding a wine cup and drinking, the other hand lightly raised, extending his index and middle fingers, and lightly pinched.

His Twelve-Ring Divine Body already possessed immense strength far beyond mortals; with the Giant Force technique bolstering it, his absolute strength was at least ten times greater than that of the steel-armored warrior before him.

Moreover, the Steel Armor technique protected his fragile flesh, so he didn't fear mistakes.

Only a clear 'ding' sounded as his fingers successfully gripped this heavy sword weighing at least fifteen catties.

The steel-armored warrior was highly skilled with the sword; seeing his blade pinched, though greatly startled, he immediately exerted force with his wrist, rotating to slash Luosen's fingers with the blade's edge.

No matter how he exerted force, the long sword remained utterly still, as if it were growing from the opponent's fingers.

"How is that possible?"

Inside the steel visor, the warrior's eyes widened involuntarily.

Before he could react, he saw the opponent bend his thumb and ring finger, seemingly flicking the steel long sword lightly.

"Clang!"

The steel long sword shuddered violently; the steel-armored warrior felt his palm go numb, the numbness spreading to his wrist and arm, unable to grip the sword any longer, his arm limp and dropping.

He looked at the long sword again.

The sword tip remained pinched by the opponent, the whole blade staying level in midair, utterly still.

The man acted as if he had done something trivial, his other hand raising the wine cup for another sip, then pushing the empty cup toward his lord.

"Mortal, this wine is good; fill it up for me."

The noble lord was also stunned by Luosen's move, all arrogance gone, and he immediately filled Luosen's cup with wine.

Luosen took the wine cup, took another sip, and with a faint flick of magical power from his right hand's fingers, he imbued the steel long sword with a first-tier Sharpness technique.

"I have blessed this sword so it can cut iron like mud. Warrior, don't disgrace my blessing."

Saying that, he casually tossed the sword over.

The steel-armored warrior hurriedly caught it with both hands, feeling the sword had become sharp, and at the tip there were two indentations where fingerprints could be clearly seen.

He felt his heart pound: "Just using fingers to dent fine steel like this—is he even human?"

Luosen ignored the warrior's shock, turned to the noble lord: "Buddy, what should I call you?"

Ai Ai liete.

"What's your title?"

Baron Baron.

Luosen furrowed his brow: "Is your tongue tied? You can't speak clearly—how can you be a baron?"

His bearing was lofty yet natural, and Baron Elliott secretly felt as though he were being received by a king—no, even a king lacked such an intimidating aura.

Thus, he lost all arrogance, became extremely nervous, even somewhat servile.

I I I. Sir, may I ask your honorable name?

I am Luosen.

Lu Lu Lu cough cough~~ cough cough~~~

After several light coughs, he steadied himself, his speech returning to normal: "Mr. Luosen, you are the most powerful supernatural being I have ever seen."

These words stirred Luosen slightly; he immediately asked: "How so, are there many supernatural beings?"

"Not many, but not few either. Of course, many are frauds, but there are also quite a few with genuine ability, yet none can match you."

Luosen and Tiralilin exchanged a glance, both seeing curiosity in the other's eyes.

Luosen continued: "Name a few famous supernatural beings for me to hear."

Baron Elliott promptly obliged: "Goddess of Life Adela, Magma Apostle Hegelt, Supreme Overlord Gordimer."

He rattled off seven supernatural beings' names in one breath, and they were all the names of the Great Void Gods.

Luosen was mildly astonished: "What a bunch, the Abyss's invasion is truly everywhere."

Even this concealed half-plane has a projection of an Abyss powerhouse.

One can imagine that, although the names are the same, the worlds differ, so the projection angles certainly differ, making their dispositions likely very different from those Great Void Gods.

Luosen paid particular attention to the Goddess of Life Adela, because he liked the Void God Adela, and he subconsciously felt favorable toward the elemental projection of Adela.

"This is getting interesting."

(End of chapter)