Dimension Game Empire Chapter 470

Xia Yan deliberately used an ambiguous tone, and seeing Guinevere, whose fair face turned red and her expression flustered as if she had thought of something embarrassing, he felt a slight sense of pleasure.

He didn’t explain, gently grabbed Guinevere’s chin, and lifted her face.

“W-What do you want to do?!”

Xia Yan smiled slightly, under Guinevere’s astonished gaze,

“Ugh… ugh, don’t… don’t do this!”

She vaguely heard rumors about the special nature of this Campione. Compared to other Campiones who were obsessed with battle or martial arts, his notoriety was very prominent.

She subconsciously wanted to escape, but her limbs were locked by Black Rock Shooter, making it impossible for her to move. Knowing that she couldn’t resist, Guinevere couldn’t help but feel a bit of despair. Her tender face was tearful, making people feel sympathetic.

Then, looking at Xia Yan’s gentle smile, she inexplicably felt anger.

“Hmm? Not bad strength.”

He wasn’t annoyed, rather, this was exactly what he hoped for.

Xia Yan’s blood was mixed with the Apocalypse virus. Although Guinevere was a god ancestor, her body was human and did not have the ability to resist the Apocalypse virus.

However, Xia Yan wasn’t sure if Guinevere would produce a Void.

After all, Guinevere was ultimately the reincarnation of the ‘Earth Mother Goddess’, and her soul was definitely higher than others. The Apocalypse virus had the ability to split a part of the soul and transform it into a mental weapon called ‘Void’.

But facing the soul of a god ancestor, it was hard to say for sure if it could be split. Just like Xia Yan, he had personally tried to see if there was a Void in his body. But his integrated soul showed no signs of being split.

Presumably, even if a Void was born when he originally injected the Void genome, it was completely absorbed when he was later reincarnated as an Apostle.

“However, my purpose isn’t Void.”

Xia Yan didn’t intend to use the method of dissolving the wall of the heart to make Guinevere obey him. Even if the Apocalypse virus couldn’t split Guinevere’s soul, Guinevere, who was infected with the virus, would definitely have her mental channel—or rather, her soul channel—open to Xia Yan.

Then, he could act on Guinevere’s soul.

He was carefully calculating, but Guinevere was not feeling well.

To be precise, her teeth started to hurt.

‘Damn it… what are these bones that are like steel…’

The physique of a Godslayer could only be felt as terrifying when experienced firsthand.

Just then, the darkness slowly gathered together, and Athena appeared beside Xia Yan. Her dark snake eyes stared at Xia Yan’s actions, and her light lips slightly parted.

“Campione, you interrupted my battle, and now what strange thing are you doing?”

She subconsciously expressed dissatisfaction, but in her heart, she didn’t really feel much anger.

Some things, once realized, change very quickly. After realizing that gods of disobedience and Godslayers were restricted by some kind of destiny, Athena’s original obsession as a god of disobedience was slowly changing.

Apart from her personality, her actions were no longer like those of a god of disobedience.

At least, she had unknowingly become accustomed to the assistance of Xia Yan, her nemesis.

“Just opening the door to the soul…”

Xia Yan smiled slightly, without explaining much. Feeling that the Apocalypse virus had penetrated enough, he took his finger out of Guinevere’s mouth.

Looking at the blood on his finger, Xia Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and patted Guinevere’s cheek teasingly.

“You bit really hard.”

“Hmph!”

Guinevere glared at him fiercely, but with her tender face and tears in the corners of her eyes, she had no deterrent effect. However, she did have a feeling of not fearing power and refusing to yield.

Xia Yan didn’t care about her attitude, smiled leisurely, and gently raised his hand. Under Guinevere’s feigned calm gaze, he approached the front of her clothes step by step, as if he was about to tear her top off.

‘It’s over…’

“Zheng—”

A blue light shone from the mark, and silver snake-like spiral ribbons danced in the air. Receiving the fluctuations of the King’s Mark, the Apocalypse virus in Guinevere’s body suddenly resonated.

A blue halo suddenly appeared on her slightly undulating chest.

Xia Yan, who was different from the past, naturally had a different vision.

On the other side of this blue halo was Guinevere’s undisguised soul, and a divinity was blocking the Apocalypse virus from splitting Guinevere’s soul. The divinity of the Earth Mother Goddess also made Athena frown slightly.

『Witch of the Chaotic』

Xia Yan switched his body to this avatar state, and blue light flickered in his eyes.

Then, the origin of the deepest part of the soul—the power of the Dimensional Contract—was activated.

The essence of the Dimensional Contract was ‘time, space, contract’.

Xia Yan recalled the steps of signing equal contracts with Yuudachi, Remilia, and Yuzuriha Inori every time he summoned them, and extracted the power of that contract.

“Buzz—”

The purple source power appeared in Xia Yan’s hand. This was the first time he had materialized his essence in reality. In fact, when using 『Art of Time』, his essence of time was constantly being touched, deepening his adaptability to time.

The power of contract.

The power that Xia Yan was most unfamiliar with.

With the improvement of 『Art of Time』, Xia Yan’s understanding of time became more and more profound. And time was often inseparable from space, so he also had some understanding of space.

Only the power of contract had Xia Yan never touched. After all, he couldn’t bear to experiment on his contractors. Until he met Guinevere, this little girl who kept courting death and was of use to him.

To put it bluntly, Xia Yan wouldn’t feel bad even if Guinevere had an accident during the experiment, at most he would feel a little regret.

This was his first contact with the most essential power of contract.

Suddenly, Xia Yan’s eyes narrowed, his hands formed a seal, and his expression was neither sad nor happy.

“Engraving incantation—sensing circle, fixing shackles, memory reading…….. contract imprint.”

This was a low-level magic used by magicians to create, bind, and command familiars, and to engrave imprints in the souls of familiars. Xia Yan poured the power of contract into these magics and poured them into Guinevere’s soul.

Due to Xia Yan’s authority ability, even the soul of the Earth Mother Goddess would be affected by the effects of this low-level magic.

And this imprint was the Saint’s Seal in Christian magic.

Christianity, which believed in the only god, classified all other gods as heretics. Using spells specifically targeting heretical gods was killing divinity. ——Xia Yan used this imprint to target the divinity in Guinevere’s soul.

If these magics were rooted in Guinevere’s body, the soul of this god ancestor would be completely under Xia Yan’s control. Even if her body didn’t listen, Xia Yan could control her as long as he controlled her soul.

‘I actually successfully developed a new contract… is this considered—a familiar, or a servant contract?’

Xia Yan suddenly felt that some memory fragments were pouring into his consciousness.

These were Guinevere’s memories from the past ten years after reincarnation.

Being worshiped by everyone since birth, possessing power that ordinary people could hardly reach, learning her true name and destiny, summoning Lancelot, and embarking on a journey to find the last king in her mind—the Steel Arthur.

In Xia Yan’s view, this was a slightly monotonous life. Guinevere, who had been pursuing the last king ‘Steel Arthur’ in her mind all her life, had already regarded the last king as an obsession, or a spiritual pillar.

‘If she knew that the last king was not the Arthur in her mind, she would probably have a mental breakdown.’

In Guinevere’s view, the last king that she and Lancelot were pursuing must be that Arthur. Only that adult was worthy of the name of the strongest steel. However, fate was often unsatisfactory. Xia Yan, who knew the identity of the last king, could only say that Guinevere had completely misunderstood.

Without the memories of her previous life, she mistakenly regarded Arthur as the last king and pursued him.

Just as he wanted to inject the power of contract and magic into Guinevere’s soul, he suddenly had an idea.

‘If she regards me as Arthur, what will happen?’

This idea spread rapidly in Xia Yan’s mind as soon as it was generated.

But after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt that his idea was very ridiculous, how could it be possible, but if it succeeded, it would indeed bring him a lot of help.

Unfortunately, the difficulty of getting it done was very high. Xia Yan began to think about the specific idea in his mind, in which he thought of very different places,

“Let’s talk about it when I think of it, let’s put it aside for now, and deal with other things, anyway, there’s no hurry.”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of getting it done was very high. Xia Yan began to think about the specific idea in his mind, in which he thought of very different places,

“Let’s talk about it when I think of it, let’s put it aside for now, and deal with other things, anyway, there’s no hurry.”