【Saint of the Abyss (Ultimate Mutation - Active)】: Can briefly transform into a lower-level abyssal demon god form that you have devoured/consumed the divine essence of.
Currently unlocked: 10 forms including Molten Demon Sheep Kanos, Twisted Serpent Demon Salas... Abyss Spider Lord Arachni and Stealing Demon God Andromarius, gaining all innate abilities and some divine power of that form. Duration, power, and cost depend on the form and the user's own strength.
【Saint of the Mortal Realm (Ultimate Mutation - Active)】: Can briefly transform into a powerful magical beast/special creature form that you have consumed.
Currently unlocked: Lava Lizard, Shadow Panther, and dozens of other species. Obtain their core talents and combat instincts, and automatically unlock their legendary tier forms.
【Holy of the Gods (Ultimate Mutation - Active)】: ? ? ? (Form list loading... Quantity: 1073... Loading failed, insufficient permissions. Only a very small number of forms can be triggered randomly or instinctively. Currently detectable forms: Lord of Devouring (Greed), ??? (Starlight), ??? (Lava), ??? (Shadow)...)
"Hiss—!" Mark gasped, his heart pounding!
All three skills are extreme mutations!
He himself was able to undergo extreme mutation!
Moreover, the list of forms following "Holy of Gods" is densely packed and numbered in the thousands.
And those flashing names, just a glance from them brought an endless sense of oppression...
How can this be considered a "clergyman"?
This is clearly... a power chart possessed by a monster that feeds on the gods!
Were those forms all targets that He had devoured in the past?
Of these, only one, Lord of the Devouring, was personally participated in by Mark!
While Mark was still being transformed by the colorful black light that fell from the sky.
After eating the last bite of crab roe containing Arachnid essence, Little M, hanging on Mark's back, suddenly expanded and contracted its entire pink, luminous body, like a beating heart.
Countless tiny, stardust-like, multicolored light spots emanated from its body, spinning rapidly around it, eventually forming a semi-transparent, multicolored cocoon about one meter in diameter, tightly enveloping Xiao Mu within it.
The seven-colored cocoon of light flickered several times like breathing, accompanied by dense "pop" sounds, before suddenly contracting inward.
The dazzling light faded, revealing a beautifully sculpted little girl, about three or four years old, dangling barefoot in mid-air.
She was enveloped in a thin, seven-colored halo, and behind her, three pairs of flowing wings made of pure seven-colored black light spread out, scattering stardust-like specks of light.
"Papa~Papa~!" A clear and cheerful child's voice rang out, and Xiao Mu's big eyes curved into crescents, filled with the joy of a newborn.
It twirled lightly around Mark for half a circle, its flowing wings leaving a dreamlike trail in the murky demon realm.
However, the cute humanoid figure seemed to make her quite uncomfortable.
Almost the instant it completed that half-circle, a seven-colored halo flashed, the flowing wings contracted inward, and the little girl's figure quickly blurred and collapsed.
As the light faded, the familiar, round, bouncy pink slime landed steadily on Mark's shoulder with a "pop," affectionately nuzzling his neck.
Clearly, her slime form is the most comfortable state for her.
Mark withdrew his gaze from Little M, took a deep breath, and felt the new power surging within him.
The realm of "Holy Priest of All Saints" brings not only an increase in power, but also a subtle insight into the essence of existence.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the surging, viscous demonic energy, and landing on several enormous shadows hidden deep within.
He could clearly see that within the terrifying outlines representing the mid-level demon gods, there were wisps of seven-colored black light that originated from the same source as himself!
The light didn't seem to be corrosive; it was more like a mark that was willingly accepted by someone tempted by deliciousness and power.
A bold plan instantly took shape in Mark's mind.
Mark stepped forward, his voice not loud, but clearly echoing at the edge of this scorching, deathly silent demonic realm:
"Thanks to the kindness of all my friends these past few days, it has saved us a lot of trouble."
There was no sarcasm in his words; instead, there was a strange frankness.
"Since you're already here, why not show yourself? Let's... have a talk."
After a brief silence, the demonic energy surged violently.
Three beams of pressure, each dozens of times more terrifying than that of a lower-level demon god, descended with a deafening roar, appearing as if three moving mountains had torn through the demonic mist.
It was the Ice Crystal Giant Lizard, the Octopus-like Tentacle Demon God, and another enormous Tree-man Demon God whose body was wrapped in eerie green poisonous vines.
Their scarlet compound eyes or single eyes were fixed on Mark, their vigilance masking an undisguised, primal greed for the spider meat feast before Mark's squad.
Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the demon god, enough to suffocate even an ordinary legend, Mark remained unusually calm, even a faint smile playing on his lips.
"You are all my long-time patrons. I can see the light within you." He pointed to the faintly glowing cross necklace on his chest, then to the demons. "It seems you all find my little gift quite agreeable?"
The Ice Crystal Giant Lizard Demon God let out a low growl, which could be considered as acquiescence.
The octopus demon's tentacles writhed restlessly, making a sticky, rubbing sound.
Mark stopped beating around the bush and stated his thoughts directly.
“If we can reach an agreement, it will benefit everyone. My two partners,” he gestured to Enzo, who was carrying a forging hammer and looking expectant, and Monica, who remained vigilant, “are only a matter of lifting a finger for you.”
“Enzo, we also need two hundred lava demons and two hundred dark trolls. Alive.” Enzo licked his lips obediently, and a flash of black light appeared on his rune-forged hammer.
“Monica, you also need to personally collect and identify two different types of monster materials. The rarer and more complete the types, the better; duplicates are useless.” Monica nodded slightly.
Mark's gaze swept over the three mid-level demon gods, and he continued:
"As long as you can help them gather what they need as soon as possible... I, a legendary chef!"
"Right here, we'll be hosting an unprecedented banquet just for you!"
He paused, looking at the sudden surge of crimson light in the demons' eyes, and added a crucial sentence: "Of course, the 'main ingredients' needed for the banquet must be provided by you yourselves. You choose, I'll cook."
As soon as the words fell, the only sounds in the scorching air were the heavy, sulfurous breaths of the demons and the seven-colored black light surging within them due to their extreme thirst.
The compound eyes of the three-headed mid-level demon god flickered in the viscous demonic mist. Mark's suggestion to hold a banquet was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the greed deep within their divinity, which had been quietly magnified by the seven-colored black light.
After a brief exchange of souls, the giant lizard demon covered in thick ice crystal scales stepped forward, and the scorched earth groaned under its claws.
Its deep, resonant sound, like the muffled rumble of molten lava from the earth, reverberated directly in everyone's minds:
"Human chef, we can accept your conditions..."
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