Give Zongman some collapse shock

[Reinforcement] begins.

The underlying program has been rewritten and completed.

Basic parameter adjustment is completed.

Consciousness detection...

Change of sovereignty...

Consciousness cleared...

"Finish."

056 Elf, where is your previous arrogance?

"The transformation is complete."

Jiang Chen stood up slowly, tears of poverty in his eyes.

Fifteen thousand units of Evil God Crystals were used to transform the Dark Elf Holy Spring, and now only ten thousand remain. You have to understand that unlike the endless supply of Magic Crystals from the dungeon, Evil God Crystals are a non-renewable resource. Once they're gone, they're gone for good. There won't be another Evil God this... correction, this kind, selfless, and dedicated.

"Are you having any difficulties?" Hephaestus asked curiously.

"Yes, there is a very strong spiritual power hidden in the Holy Spring. Although it can't even be called a thought body, if you want to gain sovereignty, you must erase it. A lot of energy was consumed for that thing." Jiang Chen sighed: "But fortunately, I now have full ownership of the Holy Spring."

"Ownership of the Holy Spring..."

In an instant, Olika's heart went cold.

Without the Holy Spring, what's the point of her, the last dark elf, living?

This was written all over her face, and she was holding onto her guard and trembling.

So Jiang Chen and Hephaestus decided to give her a ride.

The two smiled at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

We are truly kind.

The next second, Olika and Chloe were thrown into the holy spring with two splashes, one each.

Cold and suffocating.

Consciousness was instantly overwhelmed, and the soul and body dissolved together.

Then, the reorganization began.

Jiang Chen and Hephaestus carefully observed the changes in the Holy Spring.

In Jiang Chen's eyes, after gaining control of the Holy Spring, he could clearly sense the birth of life. Oh no, what was going on now was reorganization and transformation.

He wanted to see if his Holy Spring could change Orika's racial stats. He also wanted to see how [Fate Bond] worked.

Soon, the death of the two dark elves was confirmed in a message from [Destiny]. His own abilities had not diminished, and the death of his followers had no impact on him. However, as the two newborn dark elves opened their eyes, [Destiny] reacted.

Perhaps it was because the elves born from the Holy Spring were Jiang Chen's creations. The moment they were born, they were automatically marked with the [Fate Bond].

Of course, the reward from [Fate] is very small, only about 0.0001 ability value, just a symbolic gift to let you know that you have this dependent.

"It's amazing." Hephaestus showed an obsessed expression.

The changes in the holy spring are more intuitive and obvious in the eyes of the God of Fire.

The key is not the birth of life, the change of form, or the adjustment of ability values.

Rather, the spirits that were born were not creations in nature, but creatures derived from nature.

Yes, before this, Hephaestus had viewed all dark elves with the same gaze as he viewed creations. They were someone else's possessions, forever marked with the mark of another god. The traces of modification were extremely obvious, like a patched-together, tattered doll.

Even if she later accepted the [Fate Contract], her nature would only change from a rag doll to a beautiful doll.

At this moment, the elves are no longer dolls, but living beings, real people of the underworld.

"Alright, their conditions are perfect. You'll need to test each of the abilities you've adjusted."

Hephaestus withdrew his gaze. That was the realm she was pursuing. As long as she worked hard, she would achieve it one day in the future. There was no need to rush.

"After all, the energy consumption is there, and there is not much room for adjustment. The magic power and immortality talent have not been touched. What has changed mainly is the mental state and logical thinking ability. If nothing unexpected happens, the future attitude of the dark elves should be absolute loyalty, normal IQ, and no strange habits." Jiang Chen stroked his chin.

The most crucial reservation is that dark elves will never feel empathy for any living creature.

Once these traits pass testing, Hephaestus can begin mass production.

The two elves slowly swam ashore.

The movements quickly became natural from being stiff at the beginning.

They walked over with expressionless faces and knelt down to pay their respects to Jiang Chen without hesitation.

"Oh, great Creator, I sing praises to your mercy. You have allowed me to be born into this world. I solemnly swear that I will be forever loyal to you, let your light shine on the earth, and let your miracles illuminate the night sky. With my small and weak body, I offer you everything."

As if imprinted in their souls, the two elves moved in unison and spoke in unison.

The appearance of the elves has not changed much.

Aurika still had black hair, while Chloe's light blonde hair had turned pure white.

"Do you still have any memories of the past?"

"Yes, my Lord. You are merciful and have allowed me to retain the memories of my past life, allowing me to realize my own stupidity and ignorance. Please also give me a new name so that I, a fool, can completely bid farewell to the past." Olika bowed his head deeply.

Their appearances hadn't changed much, yet they felt unfamiliar. A single glance gave the impression of two completely different people.

Needless to say, Chloe had only one thing in her mind: loyalty to the Queen.

In the past, Olika appeared submissive on the surface, but he only succumbed to violence, and there was often a hint of laziness and arrogance in his eyes.

And at this moment, obedience, respect, and worship.

"No, you guys should just use your previous names." Jiang Chen waved his hand and sent the two elves away.

He looked at Hephaestus and told him his idea.

"When I was renovating the Holy Spring, I discovered that Dark Elves were more suited to developing physical strength, so I made some adjustments. From now on, Dark Elves born from the Holy Spring, with the exception of a few gifted souls, will mostly develop more towards melee combat abilities. Normal Dark Elves all have white hair. Those with magical talents have black hair. So, how's that? Easy to tell apart, right?"

"You... don't treat them as human beings at all."

"Their roles are soldiers, laborers, and death squads."

What this means is that we don't intend to waste our emotions on combat units that suffer heavy losses.

A bit cruel.

But it is absolutely correct.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the high elves also have treasures similar to the Holy Spring. Perhaps you can spend more time on them?" Hephaestus planned to try.

From now on, all I see are brown-skinned elves. That's too...

To be honest, dark elves do not fit Hephaestus' aesthetic.

"High elves?"

Jiang Chen immediately thought of the representative figure of the High Elves in the Black Beast World, a complete idiot. At least Orika would resist when besieged, but Saint Celestine simply believed whatever the enemy said without a single word of rebuttal.

It is said that the High Elves are not as capable as the Dark Elves, and their brains are not as smart.

That was definitely an existence that was being madly attacked by the will of the good god.

"Transform the high elves into beautiful servants?"

I really can't think of any other uses.

"Thank you, I will be grateful to you. Please be sure to send more high elves." Hephaestus requested seriously.

In fact, she is a bit obsessed with looks.

After all, those who are cursed with ugliness will subconsciously pursue beautiful things.

057 On the seventh day, the gods descended

Shouting, wailing, and laughing wildly.

This is a battlefield of swords and blood. The gray sky has been dyed into a blood-red earth. Countless weapons flashing cold light, along with the piles of corpses, appear eerie and terrifying under the flickering light of the blazing flames.

Arrows tore through the air.

The sharp blade pierced the flesh.

Countless lives were constantly disappearing. Alien monsters, with their fangs, claws, and massive bodies, quickly harvested the lives before them, and then fell under their blades. Their bodies piled up, forming a staircase for the rear troops to climb the city wall.

The bumpy city wall, which was broken and patched again and again, was already crumbling and seemed like it would collapse at any time.

Seen from above, the armies of both sides were like densely packed black dots, gathering on the city wall. Once they came into contact with each other, pieces of blood would continuously burst out, forming a crooked red line.

“This is really an interesting view.”

Xilin sneered mockingly and commented, "Filthy humans and disgusting monsters, together on stage, hating each other, fully displaying the most primitive ugliness. What a wonderful play! They build towers, claim to be civilized, and scorn violence, yet they actively participate in the most violent activities more than anyone else."

If humans had used even a little bit of strategy, they wouldn't have appeared so stupid.

The battlefield is really like a wall. If you have a knife, just go for it. It's a pure blood fight.

If the resistance fighters heard that the mastermind behind this battle actually evaluated them in this way, they might hate... No, they no longer even have the energy to hate.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why? Why did it turn out like this?"

On the front battlefield, Alicia, the commander of the First Fortress who was still holding on to the city wall, showed a desperate expression.

How did it become like this?

On the first day, the Black Beast Mercenaries rebelled and attacked the First Fortress. She led the Knights in a desperate resistance.

On the third day, when the army's morale was about to collapse completely, reinforcements from the second fortress finally arrived.

On the fourth day, a large number of monsters appeared in the ranks of the Black Beast Mercenaries. Those shameless rebels had abandoned their human dignity and joined forces with the monsters.

Then came the fourth day, and the fifth day.

Reinforcements arrived from the Third and Fourth Fortresses, the Fifth. Finally, the Holy Knights' Captain, Claudia, led the Sixth and Seventh Fortresses, supporting them with the will of the Saint. They had united all the strength of humanity, a unity of purpose. That day, morale was at an all-time high, as if no matter what hardships lay ahead, they could overcome them.

But on the sixth day, there were no mercenaries left in the enemy army, only a steady stream of monsters.

The terrifying alien army is like a black ocean of despair. Even standing on the city wall, one cannot see the end.

Just by climbing up the city wall and looking at the enemy, despair could not help but arise in my heart.

I couldn't hold my weapon anymore, and the armor on my body felt as thin as paper, not giving me any sense of security.

"How many monsters are there? Millions? Tens of millions?"

War never stops because of despair.

The entire human force, as well as all the civilians of the First and Second Fortresses, also took up arms, put on the armor they had picked up from the battlefield, and climbed up the city walls tremblingly.

Then, the seventh day arrived.

The battle continued without sleep, as if there were endless monsters to kill.

And, despite being companions, allies slashed at each other without hesitation.

The situation is completely out of control.

No one obeyed orders anymore. There was a crazy light in the eyes of all the soldiers. As long as they could survive, as long as they could kill one more enemy, they could cruelly use their comrades as shields or even bait.

“This is not a war.”

Covering her bleeding left arm, Alicia finally realized that the First Fortress was now filled with monsters inside and outside.

"It's not even a battle, it's basically... falling into hell."

"Alicia, stand up! Remember what we swore to protect!"

"Don't give up. Don't you want to go back to see your sister? Come to my side. I will protect you until..."

The ones who encouraged her were Lulu and Claudia, both leaders of the fortress and the best warriors. But when she turned around, she saw a knight being pushed off the wall by his comrades, and a dwarf whose heart had been pierced by a werewolf.

Warriors are crazy beasts.

Life is a pulp of flesh that will eventually bleed dry.