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Yang Le played with Reina's soul.

The power of magic is truly amazing, and this feeling of omnipotence is indeed intoxicating.

The terrifying celestial energy reserves and control of the Annihilus, coupled with the BUG-level magic immunity of the Spin Turtle, have created this terrifying magical life before him.

The magic of the Ben 10 universe originates from the application of celestial energy, much like the Philosopher's Stone, a universal substitute in alchemy. Celestial energy is the universal substitute in magic.

To use magic, one generally needs gestures, incantations, or amulets. Of course, these are not always necessary. For example, Verdona can conjure tape without incantations to seal Ben's mouth and repair broken glass.

Similarly, Yang Le just captured Reina's soul. After all, Yang Le has no magical heritage. He doesn't know any incantations and can only use his abilities in this crude way.

This incantation-free spellcasting consumes far more celestial energy than using incantations, but Yang Le doesn't care. Even opening up a new space would only cost him a drop in the bucket.

However, it's not a long-term solution to use celestial energy in such a superficial way. Using incantations is indeed much more powerful, but Yang Le has no heritage. What should he do?

The answer is to create it himself. Magic was initially created by someone else, so there's no reason why Yang Le can't. Moreover, Yang Le already has some ideas, but he needs to deal with the current Daemons first.

"There are many attractive things in your soul," Yang Le said slowly.

"Are you referring to the power of the totem engraved on my soul?" Daemons tentatively asked.

"I'm not talking about those commonplace things," Yang Le said with feigned disdain. In fact, Yang Le was right. Almost every universe has a plethora of totem power users. Calling it commonplace is not an exaggeration.

"Then what is it?" Daemons asked in confusion. In Daemons' view, this was the most precious thing he possessed. Could there be treasures on him that he didn't know about?

Yang Le didn't let Daemons' imagination run wild and directly gave the answer.

"Your anger, your resentment towards everything. Your soul is simply the ugliest thing in this world, and these are extremely precious in my eyes."

"Are you from hell?" Daemons asked. He wasn't some ignorant bumpkin. He had dealt with hell before. After all, there were Spider-Men in the multiverse who had entanglements with hell. He had even eaten one before.

"Don't lump me in with those sulfur-smelling guys," Yang Le said with a face full of disdain.

"I am a mage, and also the master of this dimension."

That's right, this is the new persona Yang Le created for himself, a dimensional demon god. The strength of the Fusion Hero indeed supports him in doing so.

A Way Big Spin Turtle can rule the entire magical dimension of Ben 10 with the Charms of Bezel. It's no problem for Yang Le to open up a new space and be a Fusion Hero with the Fusion Hero's power.

It's just that he hasn't thought of a name for the Fusion Hero and this space yet. Forget it, there's no rush for this kind of thing. It must be a majestic and domineering name.

Daemons was even more puzzled because, in his understanding, he had heard of many dimensional demon gods, but he had never heard of Yang Le.

Of course, Yang Le saw Daemons' confusion, but he wouldn't explain. Not to mention that he hadn't even come up with a name yet, based on the identity he had fabricated for himself, he had no reason to condescend to explain to Daemons.

After all, the more you say, the more mistakes you make, so it's better to maintain this sense of mystery and keep Daemons guessing. That way, it's easier to control him.

"I have taken a fancy to your soul. In most cases, your ugly soul is a hard currency, which is excellent for trading or for personal use."

Daemons broke out in a cold sweat. He, who regarded Spider-Man as livestock, felt for the first time that he was not being treated as a "person."

"Then what does Your Excellency need me to do?" Daemons swallowed and forced himself to calm down.

"Before you, I am just a weak ant. If you want my soul, you can take it directly, just like my sister's soul. There's no reason to waste time with me here."

"You are very smart," Yang Le praised.

"That's right, there are things I need you to do. Although your soul is not bad, it is far from being the best. Only when you realize the deepest thoughts hidden in your heart can your soul become perfect."

"My... thoughts..." Daemons murmured, involuntarily recalling the recent family banquet.

His brother Morlun's disrespect and his father Solus's contempt were the sources of his resentment and anger. As long as his strength could surpass other family members, everyone's attitude towards him would be different.

No! That's not right. Why should he care about them when he has power? At that time, they will just be stray dogs, and he can do whatever he wants, and even eat them.

Daemons was like he was having a seizure, constantly making low laughter, and even the enslaved villains quietly distanced themselves from him, thinking Daemons was crazy.

As for Yang Le, he was using his ability to read Daemons' mind. After reading it, Yang Le only had one thought.

'He's really trying to make me die of filial piety.' Yang Le looked at the silly laughing Daemons with disgust. Good fellow, even the guy with the helmet and ice sword isn't as filial as you.

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The most they do is stab their own father, but you want to eat your whole family. This is truly a case of fatherly love and filial piety, brotherly friendship and respect.

Originally, Yang Le wanted to fuel the flames and use his magic to bewitch Daemons, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't need him at all. This Daemons is really too extreme.

That's right, Yang Le's purpose is to borrow a knife to kill, and to disintegrate the entire Inheritors family from the inside without wasting a single soldier by relying on Daemons as a pawn.

How exactly should it be implemented? First, establish his identity as a strong man, deter Daemons, and then, like other demon gods, bestow some power on Daemons and let him become his agent, relying on Daemons to kill other Inheritors.

Yang Le does indeed need a pawn to do dirty work, to do things that are inconvenient for him to do. Daemons is a good choice, and if he is not useful, he can just throw him away. Yang Le will not suffer any losses.

"I can bestow power upon you," Yang Le continued to play the role of a god according to his plan.

"May I ask, Supreme One, what is the price I must pay?" Daemons immediately knelt on one knee, and it seemed that he didn't care about any price at all and had already begun to express his loyalty to Yang Le.

"Everything of yours," Yang Le said slowly. "Are you willing?"

"Of course!" Daemons said decisively.

"Then sign this contract," Yang Le conjured a piece of parchment with magic, which floated down from the sky towards Daemons.