ps: Thanks to the book friend Tianwaizhilang, xubo 1xubo 2xu for the monthly tickets! Let me talk about two things. First, I have been playing outside these days, so I have updated every day for five thousand words. I hope everyone forgives me. Second, a book friend mentioned Lance's attitude towards Lan in the book review area. Here I will explain it briefly: Lance basically treats Lan as a little maid, and as for feelings, it is basically impossible to talk about. It is more of a possessiveness. The Black Gate will capture Lan, which is equivalent to snatching away something from Lance, which is naturally very unhappy. But if the deep feelings are, it is nonsense. The latter's feelings towards the former are more complicated, so I won't explain it here. Let's continue to read it.

Lan, who had just experienced the pain of life and death, fell asleep and did not wake up slowly until the evening.

Her body is actually fine. With the recovery of Lance's large amount of medicine tonic, she has basically recovered. However, this huge pain has a great impact on the human spirit and requires a good sleep to recover.

During this process, Lance was staring at her. What made him feel relieved was that he could sense the existence of the Blood Constitution from beginning to end, and his constraints on Lan were not lifted.

"It seems that the blood spell is no worse than the bloodline in terms of bans. After all, it is a powerful blood mage..."

He thought so in his mind.

Lan opened her eyes, her eyes were extremely bright. She stood up and sat for a while, then closed her eyes and felt the changes in her body.

After a long time, Lance said lightly: "Now, can you tell me what you have got?"

Lan still closed her eyes and nodded.

...

The benefits brought to Lan eight times injecting the blood of the True God are obvious.

First, she soared from an incompetent mortal to a second-level wizard. Her magic power came directly to 167 points, which was much higher than the Forreland that Lance had encountered at the Gray Eyes Cultivator Base before.

Secondly, she obtained three second-level witchcraft and six first-level witchcraft. The number of such spells is the most common among those who injected the blood of the True God, because she took multiple injections and directly forced out the limit of her body. With the help of Lance, this effect can be achieved.

Forreland, who is also a second-level blood wizard, can only use three spells in a day. However, Lan is different. For first-level witchcraft, she can use it repeatedly until her magic is exhausted. Only second-level witchcraft. Each second-level witchcraft can only be consumed once a day.

Third, in terms of spell strength, Lan is much stronger than Forreland. According to Lance's estimate, Forreland injected the blood of the first generation of true gods about three to four times, and reached that level; and after Lan injected the blood of the true gods eight times, Lance detected that her second-level witch magic spell strength was about 60% of that of a normal wizard, while the spell strength of the first-level witch magic was about 80%.

Such an effect is undoubtedly very amazing. It is equivalent to Lance creating a second-level wizard in just one day. This second-level wizard is different from others and is not restricted by Pandora at all, and is completely obeying Lance himself.

If it could be made in batches, Lance could probably quickly create a second-level wizard team with the information and ready-made products in his hand. But this is not the case. Before further understanding Pandora, Lance would not try to inject the blood of the true gods into others, otherwise it would be equivalent to creating a gray-eyed cultist out of thin air that is not under his control, which would be of no benefit to him.

And Lan's transformation was his first step to understand Pandora.

Lance recorded all the words Lan said carefully. The witchcraft she mastered from the blood of the true god is as follows:

lv1: Corrosion ball, acid sputtering, secondary toxin neutralization, weakness, spell power, Pandora meditation

lv2: Shadow Cloak, Blood Closure, Frost Blade

...

The effect of these spells is pretty good, and Lance is very satisfied. Lan's body is indeed an excellent material for injecting the blood of the true god. Only she, who was once a candidate for the goddess of Yueqin, could withstand the continuous impact of this violent bloodline.

However, none of the above data is what Lance cares about the most.

He sat next to Lan, looked her eyes straight into her eyes, and asked firmly: "Tell me, what exactly is Pandora?"

Lan pondered for a moment, chuckled and said, "That's a big fool who believes whatever I say."

Lans was stunned.

Lan Tian smiled sweetly and immediately said everything she saw:

In the multiverse, life exists in various forms, and most of the lives are individuals who exist alone; but there are still a few lives with close connections between individuals. The consciousnesses of these individuals gather together through some mysterious ritual, and a [collective consciousness] between nothingness and entity will be born.

This collective consciousness is similar to the gods, but is not as independent as the gods, because it survives on every individual.

After Lan injected the blood of the True God, he became a subconscious in this large life collection, with a certain degree of independence, but he still obeyed the order of that collective consciousness. The collective consciousness is called [Pandora].

"So, the blood of the True God is indeed the core bloodline of the Anottin Elemental Messenger?"

Lance thought for a while and asked a question.

In the fox's database, some records about the Ainodin Elemental Envoy show that this mysterious and powerful group does have an existence similar to collective consciousness.

Lan affirmed: "It should be so. After becoming a part of Pandora, I chatted with her for a while and talked a lot from her mouth. Her consciousness was very mechanical and childish. Although she looked arrogant and unquestionable, she believed it when I coaxed her."

Lance nodded slightly. Lan's bloodline ability is indeed powerful, and even gods can deceive her. If she had not signed a blood contract with her body, she would have been deceived by this little woman long ago. Since Pandora is a group of consciousness groups, she naturally would not have had too high IQ. It would be easy for Lan to deceive her.

During the communication with Pandora, Lan learned that this was a new group of ethnic consciousness. In Pandora's original words, she is now in the [second-level evolution stage] and needs a large number of new bloodlines to push this consciousness assembly to the third stage. Once she enters the third stage, she will gain greater autonomy and her power will be completely substantial. It may not be easy to coax Pandora at that time.

This new consciousness collection consists of about 100,000 subconscious consciousnesses of bloodlines. Most of them are people who injected a certain Anottin element into the bloodline of the tribe. They gained powerful power from the bloodline. At the same time, they also integrated into Pandora's body and became part of the entire huge consciousness.

When he said this, a trace of fear flashed across Lan's face.

"It is said that when Pandora evolves to the perfect stage, this collective consciousness will swallow up all of us and become a supreme living body." Her body shivered slightly: "At that time, we will really become part of Pandora."

Lance frowned slightly. He didn't expect that there would be such a situation. However, Lan immediately cheered up again and forced himself to smile and said, "But it doesn't matter. It was still far away from me at that time! At least it will take hundreds of years. I should have been gone long ago."

"I am already very contented to have so much strength from Pandora. Thank you for your gift. Mr. Lance..."

"There is no need to be so dissatisfied in the future. Just call me the young master."

After learning about Pandora's nature, Lance began to think.

At this moment, Lan added: "By the way, I also tricked Pandora's level three permission from Pandora, which can command any Pandora blood carrier below level three. In my perception, there are about four or five Pandora blood carriers near the entire Blackswamp, all of whom have only one permission."

"Permission?" Lance was a little curious.

Lan immediately explained. She learned that in this collective consciousness, there are levels between the sub-consciousness.

There are basically very few people like Lan who have level three authority just after the transformation is completed. For example, the priest of the Gray Eyes Cultist Ferrondor is said to have the strength of a level three wizard, and it is only level three authority.

For example, Angela, after injecting the blood of the second generation of true gods, the green fairy also became a third-level authority, so she did not listen to the orders of the second-level wizard in the base at all. Only a special method left by the Patriarch could restrict her.

"Level 3 permissions... What do you mean is that as long as you are a person with a level 3 or below, you must obey your rules?"

Lance asked with his eyes narrowed.

Lan nodded and added: "But once a Level 4 authority appears, my binding force on them will be transferred to Level 4, and I must obey his orders myself."

"There are pros and cons." Lance touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

It was an unexpected surprise that Lan had the third-level authority. But could Lance feel at ease to create a Pandora blood army that obeyed him in batches?

The answer is also uncertain. If a group of wizards transformed from mortals really want to create, he must firmly grasp this power in his own hands, otherwise he will be depressed if he makes wedding dresses for others.

After thinking for a while, a plan gradually emerged in his mind.

At this moment, Lan, who was holding a corner of the quilt, asked timidly: "Young Master... can I put on my clothes?"

Lance looked at her sideways. This little woman didn't look like she was wearing clothes at all!

On the surface, he was holding the quilt tightly, but in fact, he deliberately or unintentionally leaked some of the spring light in the quilt.

Coupled with her delicate tone and pitiful expression, she really makes people feel animalistic.

Lance snorted, suddenly leaned over, lifted the quilt, and amid Lan's screams, his left hand firmly pressed against her chest.

Her face turned slightly red, but her eyes were a little proud.

Who knew that at this moment, Lance said coldly:

"Don't move, I'm going to check the magic pool in your chest."

The little maid suddenly felt so angry that she was itchy.

...

At night, Apple Manor.

In a brightly lit villa, all the wizards from the Black Gate gathered together.

"This time, we offended someone we shouldn't have offended. Although that person has left for the time being, he may not let us go."

Anduran stood in the middle of the house, looked at the two corpses on the ground, and said in pain: "This is the biggest difficulty we have encountered since the establishment of the Black Gate Society."

"For everyone's life safety, I decided to disband the Black Gate Club first."

The rest were silent. The pressure on a second-level wizard was too great that they had to do so.

"This is the wealth that Black Gate will accumulate. Everyone will take one and then leave here as soon as possible."

Anduran sighed and said.

However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded:

"Everyone else can leave. Only you Anduran, no."

"After all, you are my dearest uncle."

This voice was so strange that all the wizards of the Black Gate Society showed a look of surprise.

There was no one nearby in their perception!

Andulan even showed an incredible look. He was naturally very familiar with the voice!

"It's you!"

He looked around, but he couldn't find Lan's hiding place.

In the quiet hall, there were already wizards from the Black Gate who secretly used several reconnaissance spells. However, these spells were all returned without success, and they could not find the source of the sound.

"Everyone except Anduran can leave."

Lan's voice suddenly came from the edge of the candlelight beside him.

Anduran turned around suddenly and stared at the shadow beside the candlelight. The straight shadow suddenly began to twist, and a black figure suddenly jumped out of the shadow, which was suddenly bruised by him this morning!

"You...you...why are you?" Andulan looked at Lan in surprise, who released his breath unscrupulously!

Level 2 Wizard!
To be continued...