From Godhood to the Heavens

In this way, one can directly equip the potion, extract the abilities of the chicken and sheep talismans, and integrate them into oneself.

He casually walked to a quiet corner, chanted a spell, and a shadow appeared on the ground in front of him. The shadow slowly moved, and four figures appeared before him.

"Gan, Wen, Cui, Shan!"

Compared to the soldiers of the Shadow Legion, the four dark warriors of Blade Dragon are obviously many times stronger, and even possess a certain degree of intelligence. If they possess a human, their strength can be enhanced even further.

However, Fang Ping had no interest in giving them a boost. He pointed directly at a figure and said, "Go and collect these materials for me!"

A sheet of paper filled with various items and materials floated out and landed in the hand of the shadowy warrior. He nodded respectfully, and his figure disappeared back into the shadows.

Looking at the other three figures, Fang Ping said, "Take this crystal ball with you. It will guide you to bring that vampire over from the coffin."

At the same time, Fang Ping raised his hand again and whispered, "Your Majesty, lend them a hand!"

A green light emanated from Fang Ping, transforming into a number that landed in the hand of the leading dark warrior.

Immediately afterwards, the three figures disappeared together, disappearing into the shadows and moving forward swiftly.

It's time to put on a grand show. First, let's get the righteous and the evil forces moving. We can't do without a main character. The Holy Lord is just a statue hanging on the wall, serving no purpose. Fang Ping can only find other actors first.

As the shadow disappeared into the ground, two talismans appeared in his hands. Fang Ping separated from the special forces template, and the two were placed on either side.

He pondered silently, as dark energy circulated within his body. The dark energy and righteous energy in this world were more like the opposites of yin and yang.

Regardless of the type, they are just corresponding energies. Theoretically speaking, it makes no difference for Fang Ping to absorb either one.

Because if we follow our own calculations, there is actually no difference in their power.

However, there's one crucial point: the dark aura amplifies the desires in people's hearts. While Fang Ping doesn't care about the minor impact it brings, what he fears more is that it might subtly alter his thinking.

If he were to inherit the special forces template, he would possess soul immunity to attacks, and most importantly, he would be devoid of any rationality. Furthermore, with the Emperor assisting in controlling Dijiang, the so-called erosion of the heart would be nothing but a joke.

A template without a soul, manipulated by data, what can the dark energy use to corrode it? Even the masks of the Ghost Legion are no different from ordinary masks to the special forces template.

A single Shadow Legion may be weak, but it is immortal and can be resurrected from the darkness even if it is scattered. It can be said to be the best cannon fodder tool.

However, to Fang Ping's embarrassment, the moment he arrived in this world, righteous energy descended from the sky and landed on the special forces template, while the black energy seemed to have an even stronger affinity for him.

Could it be that you've figured something out?

Fang Ping shook his head vigorously, thought for a moment, and then raised his hands together with the special forces template, bringing their palms together and closing their eyes.

He tried to guide the flow of black energy in his mind, and the magic power in his body began to condense, gradually gathering in his palm and then transferring towards the body of the special forces template.

A faint surge of righteous energy instantly began to boil, colliding with the black energy. However, it was quickly extinguished and could only frantically flee. But it was gradually forced to enter Fang Ping's body through the other arm of the special forces template.

The moment Fang Ping opened his eyes, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but exclaim that he had succeeded.

After withdrawing his hand, Fang Ping stroked his chin, looked at the special forces template, and after thinking for a long time, said, "From now until we leave this world, you and I will be separated."

Your title in this world is: King of Demons, Ruler of Darkness, Lord of Hell, Progenitor Cain, Ancestor of Demonic Path Rahu!

After reciting a long list of titles, Fang Ping stroked his chin and said, "Change to a different form, one that matches the titles I just mentioned!"

The Emperor remained silent for a moment. After a while, the appearance of the special forces template began to change. First, two ferocious demon horns grew out. Then, the body began to grow huge, the face became ferocious, sharp fangs grew out, and scorching fire lines spewed from its nostrils. Wide wings grew from its back, making it a demon in the true form.

Stroking his chin, Fang Ping continued, "Make it even more ferocious and terrifying!"

Its body swelled once more, covered in dense scales, with sharp claws growing from its hands and spikes sprouting from its joints. Its wings expanded again, resembling bat wings, but covered with a layer of steel skeletons like sharp swords.

On its chest, fiery red magma flowed, forming obsidian-like V-shaped patterns. It looked ferocious, yet it was filled with an aura of dominance.

Unable to resist nodding, Fang Ping praised, "Not bad, very good. Your Majesty, please repeat the title I just mentioned!"

"I am the King of Demons, the Ruler of Darkness, the Lord of Hell, the Progenitor Cain, the Ancestor of Demonic Path Rahu!"

Fang Ping's brows furrowed slowly. He felt something was off. The words were correct, the voice was correct, and even the emotions contained within were incredibly rich.

But I always feel like something's missing!

Touching his chin, Fang Ping fell into deep thought. After a while, he suddenly came to his senses and realized what was missing.

Despite the enthusiastic tone and emotional delivery, it lacked any real presence or soul, sounding like a theatrical performance—this level simply wasn't enough.

This grand scheme must not only deceive all of humanity, but also the righteous and the dark forces, making everyone believe that the special forces template is the most terrifying existence and the master of darkness.

A soul, there must be a soul!

To achieve this, there can be absolutely no flaws whatsoever.

It seems that it would be difficult for the Emperor alone to achieve this level of real-time control without time limits. Ideally, righteous and dark energies should be kept separate, and Fang Ping and the special forces template should not have any involvement before the grand drama is completed.

So what to do?

Superpowers or the abilities Fang Ping possesses are clearly insufficient to achieve this. However, if the basic breathing technique can be cultivated to its ultimate level, it might be possible to touch the edge of the Nascent Soul stage and separate a wisp of the soul. This is not impossible.

But obviously, it's not that easy to do it in two or three years.

There is another one, which is to use magic to cut off a part of his soul and use it to control the special forces template.

So, let's do it!

Fang Ping gritted his teeth, a determined glint in his eyes!