Day Thirty.
Good news came one after another, and the Elven Race's divine arts had also made a breakthrough.
The Elven Altar was completed, and the Elven Race's heroic figure—the Jungle Guardian Seridorn—possessed the core divine arts Vine Entanglement and Summon Treant.
"Kill!"
The Jungle Guardian Seridorn was an old half-deer with a humanoid torso. His upper body was that of a dark-green elf with pointed ears, while he walked on four legs, his movements as graceful as the white unicorns from mythology that were close to nature.
"Appear, my servants, and defend your master!"
He waved a hand, and two treants were born.
Day Thirty-Five.
The high-intensity war grew fiercer and fiercer. Both sides piled up soldiers' lives to build the front line, then recovered the flesh and blood to breed new soldiers.
It was practically a clone war from a futuristic science-fiction age.
"Damn it, what's that?"
"A specialized unit!"
"Heroic Level?"
"Yes. It has a huge impact on the battlefield!"
The Abyss Species were finding it increasingly difficult to withstand the enemy's new mode of warfare.
Generals and charge traps were both extremely important in war.
No wonder so many ancient powers had thirsted for worthy talents. Figures like Lü Bu and Huang Zhong—an outstanding general was terrifyingly powerful.
After finally suffering a large-scale defeat, the Abyss followed up with the technology.
They, too, had produced a Hero Altar.
The elite heroic unit of the Boneyard was born—the Crypt Lord Aslon.
This was a ferocious giant beetle that had returned to the form of an Ironclad Beetle. Brutality gleamed in its insect eyes as it crawled forward, its entire body covered in black, spiked armor with extraordinarily powerful defenses. It also possessed the technology to create temporary life: Summon Beetle.
It could use corpses as nourishment, parasitically