Chapter 251: Evil Transformation

Elf King Yumia?

Mumu stared blankly at his other self, his mind a complete blank.

"Protect Her Majesty!"

At this moment, the familiar elf ministers beside them instinctively stepped in front of Yumia, their faces full of vigilance.

"Emperor Yumia has just returned from resurrection at the Heroic Altar, and now a strange sixth-tier elf has appeared. We fear ill intent!"

"They are likely remnants of the Feather Elves, a spy from Omega!"

One by one, the once-familiar elf ministers stood before him, staring at Mumu with great vigilance, showing a fierce determination to protect their king to the death.

Mumu fell silent for a moment, a cold sweat breaking out on his skin.

His other self...

This was likely a contingency left behind by the Night Elf Ancient Tree long ago!

In an instant, he grasped some crucial points. It was likely that during the process of creating the first 'seed,' he had been violently shaken to death, leaving that seed behind. His own resurrection from the Heroic Altar only occurred with the second 'seed.'

During these years, the Night Elf Ancient Tree had secretly nurtured another Yumia, allowing her to cultivate and grow over the past century.

This Yumia, identical to him in genes and appearance, was essentially his clone!

"The Night Elf Ancient Tree had long prepared for me..." A cold sweat broke out on him again in an instant, and an indescribable sense of profound shock filled his heart.

At this moment, Elf King Yumia, seated on her throne, continued to look down at him and asked again:

"I am Elf King Yumia. Which tribe do you belong to?"

Mumu stood silent in the great hall, still trembling!

We players, known as the Fourth Calamity, have swept through several worlds, overthrowing the rule of Cthulhu's evil gods, then the thirteen Innate Ancient Gods and the twelve Ancestral Witches. We never imagined that here, in our effort to overthrow the Night Elf Ancient Tree and secure freedom for the elf race, we would crash and be utterly blindsided!?

She had stolen all his glory, the great achievements of building an entire empire.

Yumia continued, "Elf of unknown origin, our Elf Empire will detain you. If you resist, you will be executed on the spot!"

If he surrendered, he would likely never return.

He turned and left.

"Trying to leave!?"

Yumia's expression turned cold, and she quickly pursued him.

"Your Majesty!?" The elf ministers behind her started to speak, then hesitated, fearing their Elf King would be slain again.

"No need to worry," Yumia said, swiftly giving chase.

In a lush forest of tall ancient trees.

*Thump-thump-thump!*

Two figures sped through the forest. Mumu chose not to fly, instead hoping to use the complex terrain to shake off Yumia behind him.

"Oh my god! I'm done for!" Mumu's face was miserable. "I didn't just turn myself into a man; I also completely replaced all my talents because the original ones were too flawed. I never imagined I'd be hunted by my own past self now."

*Thump-thump-thump!*

Yumia, behind him, a seemingly identical version of himself, carried the Poison Wheel. She quickly shed her shoes, revealing her pale legs, and ran across the grass.

*Whoosh!*

As a six-tier being, the power emanating from Yumia's legs was even more astonishing. Passing over patches of grass, vast areas of vegetation instantly withered.

"That's truly eye-stinging!"

Mumu watched, his heart pounding.

Previously, he had been indifferent to the fear he instilled in others, but now that it was directed at him, he finally understood how terrifying it was.

"If she gets close to me, I'll instantly lose combat ability!" This terrifying thought flashed through his mind. "My eyes will sting shut instantly, my nose will be unable to breathe, and even my eardrums will be pierced by the spiciness!"

Only he knew the true horror of it: from the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, it completely sealed off an opponent's five senses. This was another form of unspeakable terror; approaching her meant certain death!

"However, although I've changed, I still have considerable resistance, far better than other creatures. I'll just have to try and endure it," he thought, then suddenly stopped.

He knew that running further was not a solution; he had to face her head-on.

He paused, turned to face his identical self, and suddenly asked, "When were you born?"

Yumia looked at him, at her own original form, her expression complicated. "I was born at the same time as you, but I didn't grow instantly. Instead, I gestated in a life fruit for a long time, then slowly grew up in the shadows, reaching adulthood eighty years later, and have been cultivating ever since."

She had grown up slowly in the shadows, witnessing her identical original self grow, continuously conquering elf tribes one by one, and eventually establishing the great Elf Dynasty.

As a young child, she had admired and worshipped this Elf God!

This great being — Yumia, the Song of Shadows — who had created countless miracles, pioneered various brilliant civilizations, built cultivation systems, and forged the magical net. There was no elf who did not revere this great Elf Emperor.

She had also always hidden in the shadows, watching this gentle Yumia caring for Gilna and Shirin, cooking them various exquisite dishes, laughing heartily with them. Every moment, she had longed to replace them.

Until today, she had heard a single sentence from the Night Elf Life Ancient Tree:

"Yumia has betrayed our great elf race. I am holding her back; you are to take over the entire Elf Dynasty."

This single sentence had overturned her entire life!

"I don't want to replace you."

Yumia was silent, looking at the distinctly male elf before her. "Go back. Perhaps I can intercede for you..."

Mumu looked at his once-familiar beautiful face and smiled faintly, knowing there was no going back, no retreat after this break. "The elf race cannot be slaves to the Mother Tree. These elves are cursed beings, unable to experience love. I want freedom for the elves... From today forward, my name is Ilfan."

"Those days, it seems, are truly gone," Yumia forced a smile, her heart aching. She couldn't help but close her eyes, knowing that a dream she had once cherished immensely was slowly shattering.

Since the great Elf God Yumia had betrayed their elf race, defiling the glory of the Watcher and Song of Shadows, then she herself would replace Yumia, completely becoming Yumia, becoming the Elf Emperor, and continuing her glory!

"Yumia, no, I should call you Ilfan. I will not allow your life to be defiled. Please, die here... You've always resisted your legs, unaware of their terror or how to develop their potential." The Yumia before him took a deep breath and said, "Burning Spell."

*Whoosh!*

She used the simplest scorching spell, which enveloped her legs. Accompanied by high temperatures, her delicate, shapely legs quickly broke out in dense beads of fragrant sweat.

She swung her legs through the air!

The dense fragrant sweat was flung out, and a sudden grey film shrouded the entire forest canopy.

"This is true domain projection!!"

*Whoosh!*

Large areas of life and vegetation, enveloped by the spicy essence, rapidly withered, forming an incredible death field. Even other powerful fifth and sixth-tier beings would be instantly unable to open their eyes.

The next second, she transformed into a shadowy assassin and attacked, moving with lightning speed, sweeping a fierce kick towards his head.

"Even from a great distance, I can smell the terrifying aura emanating from those terribly hot, sweaty legs," Ilfan thought. He had already covered his eyes, ears, and nose with a black, water-soaked blindfold. Dodging outwards, his body rapidly grew taller, changing its form.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Ilfan whispered, "We are, after all, different forms of the same life! While your legs are terrifying, and I've lost that power... I still possess considerable resistance. Demonic Transformation!"

*Crack-crack-crack!*

Two devilish black horns sprouted from his head, two fleshy bat wings rapidly extended from his back, and the black nails on his legs gradually lengthened, transforming into a pair of enormous eagle talons.

*Whoosh—*

His entire body emanated subtle flames.

That was the spiciness changing form, becoming terrifying black, low-temperature scorching flames. Although the raw spiciness was sacrificed, it became more focused as an aura and became controllable, so he didn't have to worry about harming those around him.

Horns, bat wings, bird talons.

This bore a striking resemblance to the bizarre true forms of the Ancestral Witches.

This was indeed a combat form similar to the Ancestral Witches' true bodies. His Seven Wonders Treasure Tree evolution, which changed his form this time, was undoubtedly moving him closer to the powerful physical life forms of the Ancestral Witches.