Reshaping the Body, Heading to the Battlefield, Cracking the Secret, Taking Them in as Dogs

Planet Oklo, Crimson Alliance, Holy Sword Academy.

Under Mona's anxious gaze, Lancelot merged the essence of the Golden Mother Tree, disguised as a purple bead, with Zyra's soul.

Then, a miraculous scene unfolded. Accompanied by a faint purple light, a stunningly beautiful, curvaceous figure was outlined and quickly solidified. Before long, Zyra had completed her physical reconstruction.

Upon seeing this, Mona almost wept with joy, and Lancelot was also overjoyed. However, he did not let his guard down and continued to carefully protect Zyra's soul until it was completely stabilized.

Only then did Lancelot breathe a sigh of relief, murmuring with delight, "It's done!"

"But why hasn't Zyra woken up yet?" Mona frowned slightly, looking at her good sister who was sleeping peacefully, still feeling uneasy.

Lancelot took the woman's delicate hand and comforted her, explaining, "The newborn body needs to deeply merge with the soul, adapting to each other. After passing through this stage, it will need to nourish the soul with its own body. This process will not be short."

"Is that so? Alright then!" Mona withdrew her gaze, turned her head, and asked, "Will Zyra's strength be affected after she awakens?"

"Because her physical body is newly formed and hasn't been tempered, it will definitely be weak at first. However, Zyra's soul is still at the peak of Peak Epic strength. As long as resources are sufficient, she can quickly recover her full combat power. Moreover, having experienced life and death, her probability of breaking through to Demigod status is very high. Don't forget, martial artists are Transcendent professions that seek survival in death battles!"

There was one more thing Lancelot didn't mention.

The essence of the Golden Mother Tree reshaped Zyra's body—what does that mean?

This means Zyra possesses a body with exceptional energy conduction and affinity, resulting in a dramatic increase in her physical talent. Low-Rank Demigod is far from Zyra's ultimate goal.

Lancelot's words completely put Mona at ease, and a charming smile bloomed on her gentle and beautiful face.

With a huge weight lifted from his heart and the pressure instantly relieved, Lancelot's restless heart stirred slightly upon seeing this scene. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, it wasn't easy for him to hold back. So, with a soft cry, Lancelot swept the stunning beauty beside him up in his arms, and in a flash, he vanished.

Amidst the billowing blood mist, Mo Li ground her little tiger teeth in hatred, wanting to rush up and punch the despicable guy who had stolen her sister away, but ultimately she didn't act, because she knew that Mona had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Damn it..."

A few days later.

Feeling refreshed, Lancelot left the room amidst Mona's shoving. After getting dressed, he went to find Dean Urta.

"I understand Zyra's situation. You did a great job!" Urta smiled broadly. The news that his beloved apprentice, whom he had raised like a daughter, had been rescued was incredibly exciting for the old man, who didn't have many other concerns.

"It's all what I should do," Lancelot smiled slightly.

Urta gave him a deep look and said, "I won't ask where you got your good fortune from, but try not to say too much about it. If other Demigod ask, try to pin the blame on me. Your body can't handle it yet, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot fell silent. He realized that he had been judging Urta by his own petty standards. Urta was far more responsible than he had imagined, and indeed a very qualified elder.

But there's no way around it; you really can't gamble with human nature.

Even if Lancelot were given the choice again, he still wouldn't change his mind.

Don't try to test other people's morality, or you'll sadly discover that the real clown is yourself.

That's enough.

Urta understood that the young man before him was quite intelligent and knew his place.

He then changed the subject, saying, "Now that Zyra is alright, what are your thoughts on the assignment with the Strategic Support Force?"

Lancelot raised his head, his eyes gleaming. "Please explain your mission!"

Three days later.

A state-of-the-art spaceship of the Crimson Alliance soared into the sky, disappearing into the Starry Sky. Inside the cockpit, Lancelot stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes seemingly filled with the fervor of war. This time, he was heading to the Starry Sky battlefield where a fierce battle was raging against the Sea Dragon Alliance.

at the same time.

The First Prison of the Tia Empire.

After a month of analytical research, and after dissecting this Legendary Nitavie Clan thousands of times, Logo finally made a breakthrough.

Under the incandescent light, the intricately constructed mechanical bed released a special magnetic field, binding a soul that was not human, its blurred face bearing a foolish smile.

Beside the machine bed, Logo, holding a specially made knife, had a cold blue glint in his eyes, but a smile played on his lips.

This contrasting and eerie scene turned the prison guard next to him pale. He finally understood why the guards next to this prison changed every day. It was simply too terrifying.

Just looking into those eerie and merciless blue eyes, the guard felt as if he were being forcibly pressed onto a mechanical platform and torn to pieces, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Logo's bloodline clone was unaware that his actions had caused the guards nearby a psychological trauma that would never heal. From then on, without exception, the guards would avoid anyone who saw blue eyes, just like frightened birds.

Logo's attention was now completely focused on the Nittawi people in front of him.

"So this is the core soul structure of the Nitavie Clan. No wonder they can enter deeper dimensions..."

Once the Nitavie Clan's soul structure is understood, it's like having a clear solution to a math problem. With Logo's knowledge, he can solve it using dozens of equations.

After leaving the First Prison, the first thing Logo did was to begin his research using his mentor Madison's alchemy tower.

Five days later.

Logo concocted a special device that was spherical, hollowed out, and had a large Soul Crystal embedded in its center.

Satisfied with his masterpiece, Logo smiled. "Nitavie Clan, your good days are over..."

Charles Nittawi was quite frustrated lately. The young, Three-Eyed People he was supposed to assassinate was acting in a way that was completely out of character for someone his age; he was far too cautious.

Not only did he travel in a Legend, Demigod -level alchemy tower, but after entering Lionheart Floating City, he didn't show his face for a full month and a half. Even a coward would be considered reckless compared to him.

"Why isn't he coming out yet? If I keep going like this, I'll become the gang leader." Charles lamented inwardly. To remain Concealment, he concealed his soul within the body of a gangster in a ground city directly beneath Lionheart Floating City.

Charles's main task was to go out and kill people with his boss. He did whatever he was told and was brave and fearless. He was highly valued by his boss and was promoted three times in a short period of time, rising from a small leader to the third-in-command of the gang.

Moreover, judging from the gang leader's attitude, he is likely grooming him as his successor. Just a couple of days ago, he openly and subtly suggested to Charles that he marry his daughter to him.

Charles scoffed. "Damn it," he thought, "I'm a super assassin who's killed Demigod. Do you think I care about your crappy gang leader position?"

Of course, despite his frustration, Charles, as one of only two Demigod- level assassins in the Nitavie Family, still possessed undeniable professional skills. Patience is an important quality for an assassin, and Charles continued to diligently play his role, constantly monitoring the target's movements.

Once Logo's forces weaken, Charles will immediately launch an assassination attempt, killing him instantly and discarding his physical body. Then, using his racial talent, he will escape to distant lands.

The script was excellent, but what happened next was beyond Charles's expectations, and even beyond the expectations of the entire Nitavie Family, causing the fate of this number one assassin family in the dark world to Fate a complete 180-degree turn.

Years later, when Charles looked back on the past, the thing he was most grateful for was that none of the people killed by the Nitavie Family were members of Logo's core group.

Every sip and every bite is ordained by Heaven.

On this day, a carefully disguised, inconspicuous aircraft took off from the Lionheart Floating City.

This aircraft caught Charles's attention.

As the number one assassin family in the Elven Plane, the Nitavie Family naturally possessed a unique tracking technique, so Charles 'unsurprisingly' discovered Logo, who was hiding in the aircraft, along with several Epic bodyguards following behind him.

After confirming that there were no Demigod on board, Charles was overjoyed. He immediately abandoned his current physical body, ascended to heaven with his soul, and followed them.

The gang leader was completely bewildered. His prospective son-in-law, who was holding a gang meeting, suddenly collapsed. Upon examination, the gang's higher-ups discovered that the third-in-command was dead, silent and without any injuries. Could it be poisoning?

But who would want to harm the third leader?

The answer seems obvious: the top leader or the second-in-command.

The third boss's henchmen were furious.

Well, so that explains why you suddenly called a gang meeting. It turns out you wanted to take the opportunity to poison our boss.

Can we tolerate this?

Thus, with everyone completely bewildered, a chaotic internal power struggle ensued.

Nothing in this world is more unpredictable than this: you can never guess what the next step will bring. The past is set, the future is uncertain. Fate is always full of surprises, yet it seems that everything is predetermined.

Charles Nittawi secretly followed the aircraft until it left the sphere of influence of the Tia Empire, at which point he made his move.

This Demigod assassin's methods were undeniably prudent, but alas...

If Cha was born, why was Luo born?

Charles encountered a professional player who was a hundred times more stable than him.

The moment Charles made his move, Logo, inside the spaceship, revealed a sly smile.

Buzz!!

A peculiar wave spread out, instantly reaching a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

Charles, whose soul had merged into the dimensional space, was completely bewildered by the unknown fluctuation that, while seemingly harmless, caused him to undergo a 'plasmolysis'.

Cough... To be precise, it's the separation of the soul from the dimensional space.

"How could this be?" Charles was shocked and horrified, and tried to activate his racial talent to merge back into the dimensional space.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

The other dimension that was once so intimately close to him now acted like a woman who had forgotten her old love for a new one, ruthlessly kicking him off the bed.

Every time Charles tried to get back into bed, he was kicked off, and eventually, he wasn't even allowed to enter the room.

After trying more than ten times, Charles, covered in sweat, finally snapped. This was illogical, and he really wanted to shout those words out loud.

However, Logo, having had his fill of the spectacle, didn't give him that chance.

A terrifying pyramid descended, its base opening into a Black Hole -like vortex, imprisoning this Demigod assassin who had roamed across countless planes for hundreds of years.

Madison descended, and the pyramid shrank to the size of a palm, falling into his hands.

"Your honey trap trick really worked; this guy fell for it." Madison tapped the pyramid in his hand and laughed.

Logo, however, was not smug. Instead, he remained remarkably calm, analyzing, "The Nitavie Clan, relying on their racial talents, roamed the Nitavie Clan. At the Demigod level, few things could previously restrain them. Unstoppable power inevitably diminishes wisdom and caution, ultimately leading to arrogance and their own demise."

After speaking, Madison nodded slightly, glanced at his disciple, and sighed, "What you said is all correct; it's an age-old truth. The problem is, knowing is easy, doing is hard. There are far too few people who can truly understand themselves and consistently adhere to it."

After saying that, Madison brandished the pyramid in his hand and asked, "What do you plan to do with this man? Kill him?"

Logo shook his head and said, "Let me talk to him first."

Madison readily agreed, opened the pyramid entrance, and sent Logo inside.

In a flash, Logo appeared before Charles, who was firmly bound by hundreds of spatial chains.

Upon seeing him, Charles eagerly asked, "What methods did you use to decipher the racial talent of our Nitavie Clan?"

Logo chuckled. "You should know I'm an alchemist, right?"

"So what? I've killed at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, alchemists," Charles said dismissively.

Logo wasn't angry. He said in a casual tone, "Just like the difference between your Nitavie Clan and ordinary assassins, the alchemists you killed were tens of thousands of times worse off than me."

Upon hearing this, Charles sized up Logo, then suddenly sneered, "I thought you were a shrewd and experienced old fox, but it turns out you're still just a greenhorn. Such a big mouth, aren't you afraid of hurting your back?"

Seeing that he didn't believe him, Logo directly took out the hollow spherical device he had made.

"Weren't you curious about how the Nitavie Clan's racial talent was cracked? This is the answer."

"I successfully analyzed the unique soul structure of your family, thereby deducing the weaknesses of this soul structure. Based on this, I created this device that can detect the location of your family members over a wide area and can vibrate space to prevent your escape."

Seemingly afraid that Charles wouldn't understand, Logo gave an example, explaining in the tone of a primary school teacher, "Just as fire fears water, but trees fear fire, everything in this world has its counterpart. Some seemingly insignificant tricks can defeat an extremely formidable enemy. An elephant can make a lion or tiger retreat, but it's helpless against a small mouse... Do you understand what I mean?"

Charles remained silent for a long time; he certainly understood.

Logo's words boiled down to one thing: I've cracked the Nitavie Family's trump card!

This devastating news left Charles's mind reeling, and for the first time, he felt a sense of bewilderment and helplessness.

After a long silence, Charles raised his head, his voice low and hoarse, like a wild beast cornered, "Tell me, what are your conditions?"

"Talking to smart people is indeed simple." Logo smiled faintly, realizing that Charles understood the meaning of his previous words, and went straight to the point. "You know, with this device, I can easily wipe out the Nitavie Clan. Furthermore, I only need to make the manufacturing method of this device public, and countless powerful individuals who have been offended by your Nitavie Clan will swarm in, devour you, or even imprison you, torturing you for thousands of years, making you wish you were dead..."

Logo paced back and forth, a harmless smile on his face, yet the words he spoke were colder than ever before, sending a chill down Charles's spine.

Yes, this young man is the nemesis of the Nitavie Clan. He holds the lifeline of the Nitavie Clan in his hands and can plunge Nitavie Clan into an abyss of no return.

How could the Nitavie Clan resist such a person?

"But..." Logo, seeing that the time was right, abruptly changed his tone, a sudden smile spreading across his face like Dissolution snow, warm and radiant, "Those are all methods used against enemies. For families who have abandoned darkness for light, I have always treated them with kindness."

After much discussion, Logo finally revealed his true intentions.

To wipe out the Nitavie Family?

No, no, no!

That would be such a waste, a terrible squandering of resources.

If given the opportunity, it would be best to take control of this terrifying assassin family.

In politics, turning enemies into friends is a common tactic.

Currently, apart from themselves, the Nitavie Clan's racial talent remains their impeccable assassination skills.

If Logo can subdue the Nitavie Family, Logo will have an additional fearsome sword in his hand, greatly increasing his deterrent power.

Logo's words silenced Charles once more. After a moment's thought, he said, "But we have caused very serious damage to the Gendaya Royal Court..."

Upon hearing this, Logo was overjoyed, knowing that the psychological defenses of the Demigod assassin before him had been breached.

Charles's words were not a refusal, but rather a bargain. Don't misunderstand; after all, he is Demigod and has his pride.

Taking advantage of the situation, Logo did not immediately choose to completely forgive the Nitavie Clan; he wanted to find the right balance.

The status of subordinates is often determined in their first encounter with their leader.

No matter how excellent an employee is, you can't spoil them too much. You have to use a combination of kindness and strictness to manage them perfectly.

If at this moment, Logo were to directly say something like, "The casualties of the Royal Court are nothing, and your Nitavie Clan is far more important than those who died,"

This would not only make Charles feel that his new leader is cold-hearted, but also that while he would appear loyal thereafter, he would always be wary of any orders from him.

At the same time, Logo will prematurely reveal his psychological price point, that is, his trump card.

Negotiations must proceed step by step, gradually probing and achieving results little by little.

To put it simply, it's a strategy of gradual encroachment. Quick victories are often not advisable and can easily sow the seeds of future problems.

In light of this, Logo waved his hand magnanimously and said, "If your Nitavie Clan submits to me, then we're one of our own. The previous conflicts were just family matters. Behind closed doors, we're all brothers and sisters. If trouble arises, we can settle it with money. If all else fails, your Nitavie Clan can offer some favors..."

Logo's meaning was clear: to use the resources of the Nitavie Clan to compensate the Royal Court for the losses incurred in the assassination attempt.

Did you do something wrong?

It doesn't matter!

Easy, just stand at attention and take the beating.

With generous compensation, an apology, and the leader's help, let's leave the past behind, pack our bags, and move towards a brighter tomorrow together.

Throughout this process, Logo himself didn't spend a single penny; instead, he acted as the mediator and referee!

While avoiding offending either side, it also provides an excuse to legitimately extract resources from the Nitavie Clan.

The Nitavie Clan have nothing to say about this; they believe they created the cause themselves and should bear the consequences.

This is the kind of awareness a loser should have!

As Demigod assassin, Charles's main job is killing, and he's really not good at negotiation.

But he understood one thing: the Nitavie Clan had no choice; being their dog to this young, Three-Eyed People was a fait accompli.

Charles didn't have the stupid idea that killing this young Three-Eyed People would solve everything.

He understood that someone as cautious as Logo must have prepared all the necessary contingency plans.

For example, after his death, the blueprints for that terrifying device would immediately spread throughout the entire plane.

This possibility, though not explicitly stated, is an unspoken understanding.

Ultimately, the Nitavie Clan has too many enemies.

As Logo said, their racial talents were so powerful that the Nitavie Clan had lost their sense of awe over the years.

He assassinated key members of various factions at will, offending far too many people.

In the past, fearing the talents of the Nitavie Clan, these enemies had secretly lain dormant.

But if one day the Nitavie Clan suddenly loses its prized talent, these enemies will surely swarm in and devour this premier assassin family of the plane.

The prerequisite for being willful is that you can keep winning!

Otherwise, the backlash will come!

In conclusion, the Nitavie Family is left with only one path: Logo, unless they no longer want to exist in the Elven Plane.

"What do you want me to do?" After much deliberation, Charles Nittawi bowed his head completely to Logo.

Looking at the Demigod assassin bowing before him, Logo felt a surge of Infinity pride. So what if Demigod? In the end, he would have to grovel at his feet.

And one day, not only Demigod, but even True God will tremble before him.

Five minutes later, Logo, having successfully eliminated the enemy and manipulated them like a dog, walked out of the pyramid.

Madison stood outside, looking at his student, and asked doubtfully, "Are you really not going to pursue the Nitavie Clan's wrongdoings? After all, this family killed many important figures in your Gendaya Royal Court. Don't you value the Royal Court highly? You even refused to join me in focusing on alchemy research..."

Upon hearing this, Logo smiled calmly, "Teacher, my regard for the Royal Court doesn't mean that this regard extends to every individual. Those who died are certainly a pity, but from the moment they joined the tide of the times, they signed a life-or-death pact. To me, the Royal Court is a whole; as long as the system doesn't collapse, there won't be any truly irreconcilable feuds."

Hearing his words, Madison wasn't fooled. Instead, he sneered and said, "That's all you care about. You just don't care about the dead. If your little girlfriend died, I'd like to see how anxious you would be. I'm afraid that no matter how useful the Nitavie Clan is, they would be wiped out, right?"

Upon hearing this, Logo was speechless, but after thinking about it, he realized that it was indeed as his teacher had said.

Although Qiya was severely injured and troubled by the Clan Hatred, Logo thought it was no big deal and he was confident he could save Qiya.

Crassus was also assassinated, but luckily escaped unharmed.

Although the Grand Duke of Silver Peak and his grandson Youlus and others were dead, they were all his men. But in Logo's eyes, these people were essentially just a bunch of tools.

Ultimately, all he cared about was that small circle.

Crassus, Caesar, Qiya, the old count, and only a handful of others.

To be more specific, only those who can be granted the eyes of a child by Logo are truly valued by him.

Beyond that, no matter how many die, Logo will at most feel anger, but he will not feel heartache, much less hatred.