On the Leviansen, suddenly, the skeleton man next to him burped and looked confused.
Did I just eat something?
Why do I feel so full?
Seeing this, Lovett looked regretful.
"It's a pity, it's a Soul Network node after all."
Eating is instinct, but it is not the purpose.
The flesh and blood cells left in Charlotte Owen's body were used to better serve as... er, a horse hunter.
Even at the risk of mutating and merging with him for hunting, this spell has a prerequisite after all: serving as a node of the soul network, contributing to the construction of the blood curse version of the soul network.
Obtaining more energy is the purpose shared by both.
Therefore, mutation can create a virtuous cycle, allowing Charlotte Owen's strength to skyrocket.
However, if you can't get more, you have to put it in backwards. Of course, the Soul Network does not allow this kind of putting the cart before the horse.
Therefore, after the vitality consumption reached the critical value, the Soul Web acted on instinct and decisively controlled Leviathan's mutated flesh and blood cells to eat up Charlotte Owen himself. Like Grandet, he was calculating and calculating.
This is how you get your money back.
In reality, Charlotte Owen turned into a puddle of pus before Katakuri's eyes, and her life was cut off.
His vision went dark, and the last image left in Lovett's mind was Katakuri's head bowed in silence, his back turning sadly as he walked towards the beach.
"But where there is the first, there will be a second."
Lovett moved his neck: "Charlotte Owen is an exception, but the effect of the nightmare curse has spread. This is just... a lively beginning, not a spectacular end."
The corners of his mouth turned up, and Lovett showed a smile that made Wallace's hair stand on end.
"The destruction of all nations is just around the corner."
New world, unknown desert island.
"Lord Katakuri!"
The pirates were shocked when they saw Katakuri coming over covered in blood.
How cruel was the battle in the forest that Katakuri, the leader of the four generals, was so seriously injured?!
Moreover, only Katakuri came back...
A group of pirates looked at each other and chose to turn a blind eye.
Even if he is a pirate, he still knows how to be grateful.
Katakuri is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, which has always been good to them, in stark contrast to other members of the Charlotte family.
"Call the ship's doctor, pack up and prepare to leave."
Ignoring their shock, Katakuri sat down on the beach and said coldly.
"yes!"
A pirate trotted away.
Then he ran back quickly.
He was holding a phone bug in his hand, with a fearful look in his eyes: "Ka...Ms. Katakuri, this is mom's phone number."
Hearing this, Katakuri laughed to himself and took the phone.
He is ready to confess, including the fact that he stole the life paper.
However……
"Katakuri, where are you now?"
"On a desert island..."
Just as he was about to tell the truth, Katakuri suddenly frowned.
"What happened, Mom?"
He heard the anger and a hint of panic in Big Mom's tone, which made him wake up instantly and return to his usual aloofness.
"Ah, that's right."
Big Mom's tone was full of unspeakable anger and fear, and she said: "I just received the news that Joe Scarponi is dead."
"The murderer is Mascarpone!"
Suddenly, Katakuri's pupils suddenly narrowed and a chill ran down his spine.
The cold sea breeze blew by, and a layer of fine sweat beads appeared on his neck at some point. Katakuri breathed quickly and couldn't help lowering his head and hugging his head.
The phone fell to the ground, and Big Mom's voice continued to come out from the other end.
"Katakuri...Katakuri?"
"Hey, Katakuri, are you listening?"
However, at this moment, Katakuri ignored the mother he had always feared and admired, and his eyes were full of despair.
The nightmare is not over yet!
…
Buzz!
Tick tock!
Buzz!
Tick tock!
In the sea of souls, Lovett's transformed body hangs quietly in the universe, floating disorderly.
But no matter where he moves, the light ball transformed by his mental power always keeps the same distance from him, which represents the soul connection between the two that seems to be divided into two, but is actually inseparable.
The light ball vibrates from time to time, the light shines for a few watts, and then a drop of water filled with silver-white stardust particles falls from the void and drips into the light ball.
Afterwards, the ball of light expanded slightly at an inaudible rate.
Even if it is weak, the water will accumulate into a lake.
Another half year has passed. Compared with before the retreat, the light ball has expanded nearly three times in a visible range to the naked eye!
The mighty pressure of souls fills the entire universe, and the oppressive feeling like the sky is falling is enough to shatter the souls hidden and protected in the body when placed outside.
However, for those mirror fragments floating in the universe, this level of soul pressure is not worth mentioning. They don't even bother to make any response. You can do whatever you want, and I will eat my three wolves.
Totally ignored!
These fragments are the remnants of Lovett's soul when he was at his peak as a titled Archmage. The "quality" and "quantity" of soul energy contained in each piece completely crush him today.
It was a high-strength soul that even if it returned to its original strength, it would be quite difficult for Lovett to devour such strong soul fragments.
If they hadn't been dispersed thoroughly enough to see the hope of devouring them, Lovett might as well have rebuilt his soul.
Of course, Lovett has no interest in touching these tough issues now.
He has a better way to become stronger.
Buzz!
The light ball flashed again, and through the soul net, it could be found that masses of soul energy were drawn from all directions every time the light ball flashed, and merged into the thickest silver light belt extending behind Lovett.
inside, and then submerged into his body.
The incompleteness of his soul makes Lovett's cultivation speed horribly slow under normal circumstances!
His shattered soul has further fixed his upper limit, and every step of progress is a breakthrough of the original limit, rather than normal cultivation.
It's like a normal person trying to gain weight by eating fat to compare with an elephant.
It sounds like a fantasy.
However, the activation factor extracted from the evil drug e.s in the evolution potion can increase this upper limit, making people really eat like elephants.
However, the effect of the vicious medicine was too overbearing, and he used his own vitality to make up for the losses, which Naturally Lovett didn't need.
So he modified it and weakened the strengthening effect of the vicious drug e.s. At the same time, the reduced efficacy of the drug also provided him with more room for operation, and he could provide energy support from the outside to increase the upper limit.
The items produced in this way are called evolution potions.
Although it is the upper limit provided by the potion, it still has the same origin as the user himself. As long as the energy contained in it is swallowed, he can quickly become stronger.
Therefore, even though it is very different from its heyday, what Lovett is doing now is to break away from the word "restoration" and become stronger from the essence.
"It's a pity that after suppressing the activation factor in the e.s. poison, although it is safe, the amplification strength is far less than that of the genuine poison."
Slowly opening his eyes from his deep sleep, Lovett thought silently.
"It has already touched the standard mental capacity of a senior archmage. I still have one bottle left. I don't know if I can succeed."
At this time, the hall door automatically opened inward without any wind.
A vast soul breath spread out, letting Wallace at the door know that the master had become stronger again!
He glanced in astonishment at Lovett, who had already woken up and was waiting. He lowered his head respectfully and picked up the phone with both hands.