Good news keeps pouring in, the Elf Race’s Divine Technique has also seen a breakthrough.
The Elf Altar has been constructed, the Elf Race hero—the Jungle Guardian Sereden, possesses the core Divine Techniques of "Vine Entanglement" and "Summoned Tree-man."
The Jungle Guardian Sereden is a half-human old deer, with the upper body of a dark green elf with pointy ears, walking on four legs, in an elegance akin to the mythical white unicorn, close to nature.
"Appear, my servants, protect your master!"
With a wave of his hand, two Tree-men were born.
The intensity of the war continued to escalate, with both sides using the lives of soldiers to stack the frontlines, reclaiming the blood and flesh, then cultivating new soldiers.
It was like a clone war from a future sci-fi era.
"Damn, what is that?"
"It’s a specialized unit!"
"It has a significant impact on the battlefield!"
The Abyss Species were increasingly troubled by the opponent’s new style of warfare.
Generals and charge traps are of utmost importance in war.
So many ancient forces thirsted for talent; talents like Lu Bu and Huang Zhong, an excellent general is terrifying.
And finally, after significant setbacks, the Abyss caught up with technology.
They also developed the Hero Altar.
From the Burial Ground emerged the elite hero unit—Burrow Lord Asron.
This is a fearsome beetle, returning to the form of an Iron Beetle, with fierce eyes, crawling and covered in a black spiked shell, its defense extremely strong, equipped with the technology to create temporary life: "Summoned Beetle."
It can hatch eggs using corpses as nutrients, forcibly catalyzing small Iron Beetles.
The terrifying defense and incredible destructive power made the Burrow Lord a weapon of war on the battlefield, leading the Abyss army into the World Tunnel, pushing through the natural hazards, with none able to harm it.
In the Human Race frontline, inside the meeting tent.
"The Burrow Lord, it’s terrifying!" The elegant Guardian of Nature showed a grim expression, pointing at the military map with sharp green nails.
Anthony, the Grand Mage holding a Magic Staff, also turned serious: "It broke through the frontline defenses, slaughtered across natural barriers on its own; hundreds of soldiers are unable to harm it. If it occupies the passage and establishes a bridgehead ahead, we are doomed!"
Soon, the gods conveyed their oracle; they would find a way to respond.
The war was becoming increasingly horrifying.
From cold weapon warfare, then to contests of armor and poison weapons, to the present diverse magic warfare, individual hero-level combat, civilization evolving rapidly.
Hero-level existences appeared, individual prowess becoming increasingly influential, pushing the war into the Mythical Era.
The Burrow Lord was extremely terrifying.
Thick-skinned, capable of creating and reproducing small units, it could tunnel underground, claiming the land below as its territory.
The Burrow Lord, on its own, decimated many stationed armies, leaving behind corpses everywhere by the time two other heroes arrived for rescue.
The Elf World was collapsing like a mountain falling, the frontlines continuously retreating, territory incessantly encroached upon.
The gods in the trees grew angry.
They looked down at the rampant Burrow Lord: "We survived the world-ending of the God of Chaos; how can we fall to a civilization of the same level?"
Under the pressure of survival and extinction of their race, the gods unleashed their potential again, inventing a new unit, the Giant God.
If the shell cannot be breached, then use a blunt weapon to crush its insides.
A white spine rose over the land, the Tower of Babel continuously growing, and the Elf Race’s Guardian God, the Mountain Giant, appeared, its entire body covered in pieces of white exoskeleton, appearing like a cracked white granite.
Even in the eyes of Li Qing, this was a ten-centimeter-tall War Giant figurine!
Standing tall in the laboratory, overlooking clearly, ordinary tribal humans on the ground were not larger than one of its fingers.
"Elf Race Guardian God, Mountain Giant!"
War propelled civilization forward, the era drawing closer to myth.
The gods specially used the World Tree proliferation to craft a giant tree weapon tailored for it, and the Mountain Giant, brandishing its terrifying weapon, smashed the Burrow Lord flying.
The Burrow Lord collided as if with a large truck, instantly being knocked back, crashing into countless Skeleton soldiers, spewing out the green blood characteristic of insects.
Its shell seemed undamaged, but it was injured internally, escaping through burrowing, narrowly surviving.
"Ahahaha, the Burrow Lord no longer dares to rely on its defense to raid everywhere."
Both sides’ technologies were increasingly refined, with various Martial Arts and Divine Techniques being stolen and referenced mutually.
Li Qing observed the scene on the laboratory floor, blood everywhere, remains, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the land stained with dark green and bright red blood, even he couldn’t help but marvel:
"War, death, indeed acts as a catalyst for civilization; this biotechnological creation and temporary summoning of biological combatants, they are at least tens of thousands of years ahead of Earth."
Neither side was comprised of ordinary beings; they both yearned to annihilate each other immediately.
This prolonged tug-of-war was actually nurturing the final decisive battle, with both supreme rulers of civilization secretly preparing their ultimate trump card to utterly annihilate the other side.
Li Qing’s gaze slightly fell.
Sunlight streamed down from the ocean surface, casting beams in the dark world, landing on the supreme throne.
Upon it sat a Demon Monarch clad in black armor, wearing a sinister black crown atop his head, his body covered in streamlined heavy armor, the barbed arm and wrist guards exuding an explosive aesthetic of cruel war beauty.
Skeletons were adjusting.
Muscles flowed over it.
A core of power was being nurtured in its limbs.
Those eyes were like deep waters, drowning one without respite; beneath the heavy armor, it was as if a perfect life was asleep, breeding a furious roar.
The strongest defensive body on the ground.
The strongest undying nature on the ground.
The strongest explosive force on the ground.
The three... were merging into one.
"Nearly there, nearly there... the final victory or defeat."
Numerous Abyss Mages paced to and fro.
The source of the Abyss World, the ancient existence that after falling, gave birth to a myriad of descendants, the fallen Demon Monarch Emperor of the ancient era, was awakening.