Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

"This...how is this possible?!"

The nine orc generals' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, their minds blank from the shock of what they saw.

The mysterious gray-robed powerhouse, who had left a terrifying shadow in their hearts and whose power inspired despair, was now kneeling respectfully on one knee before the young human, his posture one of absolute submission.

The world seemed to turn upside down and shatter before their eyes. Were they all trapped in a delirious hallucination, or had the rules of this world been completely altered?

"What's impossible?" Leylin maintained his smile, as if stating something perfectly ordinary.

What he said next almost made the orcs' hearts stop beating:

"Originally, my plan was to have Number 3 and Number 4 invite your High Shaman and Orc King Kasor over as well."

Leylin spoke casually, as if he were talking about going to the market to buy something.

"However, on second thought, my father is preparing to personally lead an expedition to conquer your orc kingdom. If I take the 'final boss' with me beforehand, wouldn't he be left without a fight? That won't do."

He shrugged, looking somewhat helpless: "So, this time we only invited the nine of you generals. As for your great shaman and that King Kaso, let my father be their opponent."

Upon hearing this, the orc generals felt a chill run down their spines and straight to the top of their heads.

Before the shock of the previous moment had subsided, a new fear overwhelmed them.

What did this human say? He originally planned to capture both the Great Shaman and the Orc King?

Was it simply because of the absurd reason of "leaving them to be his father's rival" that only nine of them were arrested?

"Bullshit! Damn humans! You think we'd believe your nonsense?!" General Mad Wolf roared, trying to mask the growing chill in his heart with his anger.

General Dragon Claw Doragli hissed, "Arrogance! The Great Shaman possesses unparalleled wisdom, and the King's power surpasses all in the kingdom! You think you can capture them? You're simply delusional!"

General Ashuri's eyes flickered as he tried to find a flaw: "Hmph, I see! You and this gray-robed monster are putting on an act! Trying to scare us with this clumsy trick to extract information from us! Don't even think about it!"

General Yu Yu, a general of beastman origin, seemed to be in a daze due to the immense pressure he was under, muttering repeatedly, "Fake...it's all fake...it's an illusion...a terrifying illusion..."

Leylin was unconcerned by their reaction and stopped arguing.

"You'll soon find out whether it's true or not."

He ignored the shouts of the orc generals—whether angry, questioning, or fleeing—and walked straight to Yu Yu, who was in a daze.

Yu Yu is an orc, over five meters tall and estimated to weigh over five tons. He is the largest and heaviest of the nine, a true "heavyweight" being.

As Yu Yu saw Leylin approach, her empty eyes focused for a moment, and she continued muttering, "An illusion...it's all an illusion..."

"Then let's start with you to verify it," Leylin said calmly.

He then raised a finger and gently touched the rough, thick elephant hide, which was impervious to knives and spears.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, like a king issuing a decree:

"I bestow upon you—the gift of blood!"

Om-!

For a moment, the cave seemed to freeze, and then the various elemental energies in the air began to surge and flow wildly!

An immense, indescribable power, imbued with ancient majesty and absolute will, surged into Leylin's massive body like a torrent bursting its banks, originating from his fingers!

This is not a gentle gift, but a forced, fundamental reshaping!

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Yu Yu's mutterings were instantly replaced by a shrill, inhuman scream!

It was not just physical pain, but the ultimate torment of having one's soul torn apart, shattered, and thrown into a furnace to be reforged!

He felt every muscle, every bone, every cell in his body being torn apart, crushed, and reassembled by an invisible force!

The enormous body began to convulse, swell, and deform uncontrollably!

Under the horrified gazes of all the orc generals, Yu Yu's body underwent a dramatic and terrifying transformation:

His height started to increase rapidly from five meters, then six meters, seven meters, eight meters... and so on, heading straight for a terrifying height of ten meters!

On the thick, tough surface of the elephant hide, layers upon layers of hard scales with a cold, bronze luster grow wildly!

Its originally relatively round and sturdy body shape quickly twisted, stretched, and became long, slender, and ferocious, full of the savage lines of a predator!

The thick limbs, feet and hands, have been transformed into sharp, knife-like dragon claws, gleaming with a cold light!

The two tusks in its mouth, which originally symbolized power, became thicker, longer, curved, and sharp as spears!

What was most unsettling were his eyes—those gentle eyes that originally belonged to the elephant-beastman were now completely covered by a layer of dark golden light.

Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if lava was flowing, radiating a cold and majestic aura.

In a short time, a terrifying creature, ten meters tall, covered in bronze scales, half elephant and half dragon, replaced the original giant beast general Yu Yu and stood before everyone.

He exuded a suffocating aura, a strange blend of dragon pride and the deathly stillness of the undead.

Perhaps, it could be called the Bronze Dragon Elephant.

"What...what is this?!" Fu Du's voice trembled without him even realizing it.

"Human! What have you done?!" Doragri shouted, but her voice lacked conviction.

Ashuri gritted his teeth: "Evil magic! What kind of wicked spell did you use?! Bring our brothers back!"

Leylin surveyed the masterpiece before him, which had just been transformed, with satisfaction, feeling the absolute obedience that had been established between them.

He checked the strength level of the [Bronze Dragon Elephant]—

From its original level of around 30, it skyrocketed to a terrifying level of 55!

This tremendous improvement stemmed from Leylin's forced sublimation using his own bloodline authority.

What he bestowed upon the other was not the gentle optimization that humans typically offer.

Instead, it is a more direct and violent racial modification, which is equivalent to forcibly adding a new racial bloodline to the original race.

The base race is anchored as [Deadpool], with a racial level of 15.

The advanced form is the higher-level [High-Rank Dead Servants (Heroic Spirits)], which has a racial level of 10.

The leap across approximately 25 racial levels brought about a dramatic change in both appearance and strength.

"It's nothing, I just helped your brother with a minor upgrade and, incidentally, made him one of my loyal subordinates."

Leylin spoke casually, and with a wave of his hand, he untied the magical ropes binding the Bronze Dragon Elephant.

The heavy chains and cables hit the ground with a dull thud.

Before the incredulous eyes of all the orc generals, the enormous, ferocious, and terrifying Bronze Dragon Elephant slowly took its first steps.

With each step, the ground trembled as if it were about to shatter, leaving deep, enormous footprints on the ground.

It took a few steps and finally stopped behind Leylin.

Then, just like the gray-robed hero before him, he knelt down on one knee before Leylin, lowering his ferocious head covered with scales and long teeth.

"Yu Yu?! Are you crazy?! Stand up!" Fu Du roared instinctively.

"Brother... that's not Yu Yu anymore..." Fu Li's voice was dry and filled with despair.

Ashuri's eyes were icy: "Fudu, face reality. Yu Yu... I'm afraid she was already 'dead' the moment her appearance changed."

Duya's face was the most grim. He stared intently at Leylin and said, word by word, "His target from the very beginning has been all of us... He wants to transform us all into monsters like this, into puppets who only obey his orders."

Upon hearing this, the other generals felt their scalps tingle and their hearts pound as if they had been plunged into ice water.

Transformation? Transforming a living, powerful orc general into this terrifying creature that is neither human nor dragon?

This is an ending even more terrifying than death!

Leylin glanced approvingly at Duya: "General Duya, as expected of the leader of the Ten Beast Generals, you see things very clearly. That's right, you will all undergo this sublimation, complete the evolution of your lives, and ultimately..."

He slowly swept his gaze across the faces of the remaining eight generals, which were filled with shock and anger, his voice clear and cold:

"They will all transform into dragons."

"Evolution?!" Duya could no longer contain his rage and roared, "You call this kind of twisted mutation evolution?! You call this ugly monster a dragon?! This is blasphemy! This is a curse!"

"Don't worry," Leylin said calmly, with a condescending sense of pity.

"This drastic method of evolution only works for you. For my fellow humans, I have a gentler and more lasting approach to improvement."

He was referring to the [Bloodline Evolution Potion], the kind of gene optimization that works subtly and gradually.

"Human! You can't!" Fu Du's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled desperately.

He roared at the silent Bronze Dragon Elephant behind Leylin, "I, Fudu, will always be General Mad Wolf! Even in death, I will never become that kind of ghoul!"

"Oh?" Leylin raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued.

"If your will is truly strong enough to resist my grace, then I will have to look at you with new respect."

His gaze swept over the remaining eight orc generals one by one: lion, wolf, tiger, eagle, leopard, scorpion, lizard...

These once powerful and fearsome beings, who once terrified humanity, have now become the materials on his experimental table.

"Then let me see..." Leylin's voice suddenly became loud, containing an unyielding will.

"Just how strong is your will?!"

"The Gift of Blood!"

This time, it's not just a tap of a finger.

As Leylin spoke, the entire cave seemed to distort!

An even more powerful and violent bloodline force and mental pressure, like a tangible wave, surged out from his body, splitting into eight streams that precisely struck the bodies of the remaining eight orc generals!

"Aaaaaahh ...

"Brothers! Hold on! Resist with all your might! We absolutely cannot give in!!"

"I...I swear...I will never...Aaaaaah!!"

"Kill me...kill me!!!"

Screams, roars, and desperate cries filled the air in an instant.

The eight generals fought with all their might, trying to use their tempered will and indomitable fighting spirit to fight against the terrifying force that was tearing them apart and reshaping their bodies and minds.

Muscles are swelling and tearing, bones are twisting and deforming, scales are piercing the skin, and claws and teeth are growing wildly...

Even more terrifying is that a cold, powerful mental imprint, filled with obedience, is forcibly invading their core consciousness, attempting to erase their "self."

This is a brutal war that takes place in the deepest recesses of the body and soul.

After an unknown amount of time, Leylin withdrew his power, and the cave returned to silence.

Before him stood eight entirely new, twisted creatures.

They possess some of the characteristics of their respective beast forms, but these are exaggerated and distorted, covered with dragon scales of different colors, and are enormous in size, with a fierce and cold aura.

A monstrous beast with a lion's head and a dragon's body, a wolf-like monster with dragon wings on its back, a scorpion dragon wreathed in poisonous flames...

They came in various forms, but all exuded a powerful aura far exceeding that of the previous ones, as well as a deathly aura of absolute obedience to Leylin.

Their original anger, pride, and indomitable will have vanished without a trace.

In his empty eyes, only a dark golden, cold light of obedience remained.

Looking at the eight newly created Heroic Spirits, Leylin sighed softly, his tone unreadable, neither expressing regret nor satisfaction:

"It seems... your will is still not strong enough."