In a mature organization, the core figures would never casually start fighting among themselves. Even if they truly wanted to eliminate someone, they would only act after making foolproof preparations and finding the right opportunity.
Therefore, Barbara never imagined that Set and the others had come to kill her. Set laughed at her words. "Barbara, I won't waste time. You have two choices: submit to me, or be refined into a puppet."
Set and Chthon had no intention of wasting Barbara or her forces. If they refused to obey, they would turn them all into puppets and control them.
"Set, are you looking to die?"
Barbara froze for a moment, then shouted furiously. At the same time, she quietly made a gesture. Her soldiers immediately picked up the weapons beside them and stared coldly at Set's group of three.
The End Times were far more terrifying than chaotic times. These soldiers were all battle-hardened veterans, and not one of them was weak.
"I certainly don't want to die, but it seems that you do."
Set snorted and said, "Iron Great Tree, show them what you can do, so they don't say we killed them without warning."
"You used that phrase rather well."
Iron Great Tree burst into laughter and stomped its right foot hard. The ground rumbled and shook. Then, countless steel branches burst from the earth like spears, stabbing toward the soldiers.
The soldiers' expressions changed. Without another word, they transformed one after another. Before long, all sorts of Beastmen appeared: Werewolves, Tiger-men, Leopard-men, Dog-men, and more.
The genetic mutation drugs from centuries ago had been entirely random. In other words, no one knew what they would turn into. However, it could be inherited. For example, the descendants of two Werewolves would definitely be Werewolves.
Furthermore, most Beastmen specialized