Blood Elf Monarch

The battle between the elves against the wolves in the thick fog outside the castle continued on ferociously and managed to produce the sound of violent fire explosions, thunderous lightning strikes, strong winds, the sound of weapons clashing, as well as screams of pain and howling wolves without breaking.

The high elves almost seemed like a god as they freely dominated the weather around the castle under their control, creating wind and lightning storms, uniting and manipulating them at their own whims, as well as utilizing weapons to destroy wolves that keep coming from the east forest.

On the other hand, the dark elves were so powerful that the southern region of the thick foggy forest turned a reddish color as if the depth of hell had descended over there. Hot air made any object flammable, especially forest trees that were swiftly dwindling in number as the amber flames devoured them with each passing second. The charred smell of burning wolves filled and overwhelmed the air in that area.

Wood Elves ruled the forest and everything in it at the west didn't seem to want to lose in displaying what they were capable of either. The many trees growing in the fog gave them an advantage in the ongoing war, as under their control, the wolves were decimated and annihilated one by one without even seeing their killer.

The saint level high elves outside the castle were already sweating and getting tired from swinging their swords non-stop and exerting all their might. However, they knew better than to be careless; if they were careless, their lives would be at stake as the ongoing war could easily determine life and death.

Meanwhile, inside the castle, the six elves who were injured from the previous attack started to show strange behavior.

Their bodies began to move in a bizarre manner, the bones in their bodies began to elongate and widen, making their bodies grow bigger than before. This drastic growth caused the skin of their body to be pulled in the direction of bone growth, making it thinner, transparent like premature skin.

But afterwards, a new-tightened albeit fuzzy layer of skin slid over their now larger and more muscular bodies. Their ears stretched up out of the side of their head before finally forming pointed ears like wolves and their hearing abilities got enhanced to another level.

Their faces started to push forward and split away in snout forms. Their jaws started to dislodge to make room for a massive, deadly maw. It was as if someone just grabbed their face and yanked a new one straight out. At the same time, they grew a brand new set of fangs fit for tearing flesh.

Their smooth and well-cared fingernails were replaced with the large, hairy, dangerously clawed hands of a beast. Then their eyes turned to yellow-glowing orbs, just like predators radiate from their eye sockets.

"Magus Levi! Are you alright?" asked Tristan carefully.

As if the creature knew its name was being called, it tilted its head and looked back at Tristan for a second. That was before roaring loudly from within the palace.

HOWWWWLL!

The rocks above the ceiling that became the foundation of the upper floor shook violently due to the loud roar. They looked like they could fall apart at any moment now.

"Dammit!"

Knowing the situation had turned for the worse, Tristan immediately used his scanner system to recheck the battle power of Levi and some of the elves who had just physically changed.

[Male, Elf]

[Battle Power - 310]

[Male, Elf]

[Battle Power -215]

[Male, Elf]

[Battle Power -195]

[Male, Elf]

[Battle Power -203]

[Male, Elf]

[Battle Power -209]

[Male, Elf]

[Battle Power -199]

As predicted, the battle power of the elves increased dramatically, almost double the increase. Even Levi, his battle power had now almost reached 300.

However, the cost of this tremendous increase of strength seemed to be the loss of intelligence and rational thinking, replaced by the ferocious instinct of a wild beast.

Tristan had no other choice but to get himself involved in a one on 6 fight.

[Blood Synthesis]

Six long swords appeared hovering near Tristan's head, formed from clotted blood and then condensed completely. He had already targeted one sword for each of the monstrous creatures who were staring at him at the moment. All of them displayed a savage grin, baring their pointed teeth that were smeared with clear, thick saliva.

GROWLL!

ROARR!

SWITSH!

Just as the 6 creatures jumped at him, Tristan shot his [Blood Synthesis] sword swiftly at them. The swords rapidly flew in the air and arched in six different trajectories, as they made their way towards their target.

SPLAT!

One sword was successfully drawn towards one of the mythical creatures that was previously a high-elve saint who was injured, while the other five swords were successfully dodged by the others.

At a time like this, Tristan knew one sword was not enough to finish off the wolf-turned elf, so under his control, the five missed swords simultaneously made a turn in the air and quickly aimed at the fallen elf who was injured.

The 6 synthetic swords all penetrated and pushed the elf to pin him directly on the castle's wall behind him.

[Blood Extraction]

Tristan did not forget his main goal of joining the expedition of the elves. The moment the six swords landed on the elf's body, red mist came out of Tristan's body and then moved around the lifeless elve.

[1500 blood essence obtained]

Finally, Tristan was able to get his first [Blood Extraction] result.

The five cursed elves who managed to dodge Tristan's first attack looked even more furious, growling until hot steam spewed out through their snouts and between their teeth.

GROWL!

"Come to me!" Tristan pulled out his greatsword.

This time he could use his physical strength of [Blood Elf Monarch Body Stage 6]. With a battle power of 350 points, far above his opponents, Tristan was very confident that he would win.

BAMMM!

[Blood Elf Monarch Body Stage 6] had increased Tristan's physical strength so much that he could destroy the castle's stone walls in one hit. That's also why Tristan had to be even more careful in attacking the mythical creatures.

After all, the last thing he wanted to happen was for the rest of the castle to fall because of his actions. Moreover, there were still rituals that had not been completed on the floors above.

SPLAT!

Tristan swung his greatsword at the two cursed saint level high elves and managed to land a hit, slashing their chest crosswise with great force. He did not expect that his efficiency in controlling the greatsword also increased, making his hands even more steady when slashing two creatures at once.