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In an instant, half of Bashum's body was covered in blood, and he screamed in pain!

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Inside the crystal-white cocoon, Lu Ming's body trembled slightly. One hand covered his head, and his forehead felt burning hot, as if he had a high fever.

He had never thought of his brain working at such a high speed. The chaotic trajectories of bullets on the battlefield, the fancy spells fired everywhere, and the large-scale movement of people and the monster charges all created a massive information overload.

Lu Ming has to take care of so much information in order to keep these "cocoons" running normally.

Otherwise they would get stuck halfway and become white branches frozen in place.

Fortunately, he only needs to observe these changes in motion from the perspective of "elements," which is already the most simplified model.

Now, all we need to do is adapt to this elemental perspective as quickly as possible and move beyond judgment to issuing instructions.

If it were the model that Lu Ming initially envisioned, which was based entirely on real-world parameters, with all those physical quantities like temperature differences, pheromones, coordinate systems, and electromagnetic field strength crammed into his head, wouldn't he go crazy from overload on the spot?

"It's easy to say, but how easy is it to adapt? In the past, people relied on their five senses to receive external information. Now, we have to rely entirely on elements to sense things."

"This is equivalent to directly changing a sensory system and cognitive pattern, which may be countless times more difficult than breaking through ordinary 'knowledge barriers'! To fully adapt, it's like starting from scratch like a blank slate."

"No, even babies aren't the fastest; it has to be babies who are born with the ability to manipulate elements for their own use! Speaking of which, aren't those pure-blooded dragons?"

"No wonder only pure-blooded dragons can perform this 'cocooning' and 'using cocoon silk' technique. If it were me, I would have to spend a lot of time getting used to it..."

"But every minute, lives could be lost on the battlefield outside. How can we possibly have enough time to slowly adapt to this situation?"

Despite creating the unique Element Vision model that can adapt to extensional circuits, Lu Ming still felt that he didn't have enough time.

In reality, this is normal.

Only Theia, born with this talent and born after 1800 years, can achieve this through her innate ability. Even if others were given the same conditions, they could only be more flexible and versatile in their own techniques, like Flat.

"No, there must be a way... Wait, I've got it!"

"Since I'm bound by my existing way of thinking, why not just create a completely new personality with the authority to manipulate elements?"

"I can use the memories of the Word of Power, as well as the experience of sensing the elements of heaven and earth in the last battle, to fill the new personality. This is equivalent to a newborn who is born with the ability to use elemental energy!"

When in doubt, seek help from "yourself"!

Next, Lu Ming spent several seconds constructing yet another brand-new personality to help him quickly become a 'master of the elemental realm'.

This efficiency was enough to make the alchemists of the Atlas Academy collectively drop their jaws in astonishment.

But he didn't think it was that fast. Thinking in segments was a skill he was already adept at, and every second he was slow could result in the needless loss of a life.

This was unbearable for Lu Ming, who sighed repeatedly.

"Ugh! This is so hard for me."

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The moment the branch pierced through the dragons, it tore those enormous creatures to pieces, its killing efficiency astonishing.

Ai Lei immediately recognized the source of this power—it was Lu Ming. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the pressure instantly lessen by more than half.

Francesca saw through the essence of those magic circuits and began to contemplate their disruptive potential in the current world. An ambiguous smile unconsciously crept onto her lips, revealing her pleasant mood.

But some people reacted differently.

Skadi's expression changed after realizing the true nature of these "twigs".

Recalling Lu Ming's alteration of the people's bloodlines, she suddenly felt worried—if Lu Ming really did mass-produce new primates, it might trigger an even fiercer backlash from this world...

That war will undoubtedly escalate further. The current small-scale conflict is merely an appetizer.

Given the style of fate, countless opponents await Lu Ming, each stronger than the last. Skadi, contemplating her future situation and recalling the 'foundation' of the Age of Gods, felt a shiver run down her spine...

Upon noticing the silvery-white branches on the battlefield, Ishtar's expression turned quite grim.

However, she and Skadi had different focuses. Ishtar was more concerned that Lu Ming had stolen the spotlight from her on the battlefield!

She could almost see a large crowd, their faces flushed with excitement, chanting "Lord Lu Ming is mighty!" and so on...

Nevertheless, she muttered defiantly, "...It's just a slight increase in killing efficiency. With my Heavenly Bull, it would be much faster."

Skadi, who was assisting with the spellcasting in the team, couldn't help but shake her head when she heard this. Even if you can send out a divine beast, how many mortals will die for nothing if you stomp on it?

I'd heard about Ishtar's reputation for being prone to trouble, and seeing it today, it's certainly true. Forget about her diligent and benevolent persona; it's all just an act.

Furthermore, the significance and far-reaching impact of Lu Ming's actions go far beyond this—

Skadi silently looked towards the rear, at the ordinary militia members who had been wounded and lost their fighting strength in the battle.

The silvery-white branches carefully wrapped around them, supplying them with blood and transforming their bloodline, giving their weak bodies a new lease on life and making them strong and powerful.

This only fueled the increasingly fervent gazes of the injured and the surrounding crowd.

"The real effectiveness lies not in how many enemies are killed, but in the hearts of the people."

Clearly, Ishtar claimed to have mastered Lu Ming's tactics, but she had only imitated the surface and had not yet learned the full extent of his skills.

"Moreover, the human heart is also the source of faith. The first step on the path to becoming a god is this united faith."

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"Damn it, I want to go back, I want to go to the battlefield! It's just a broken arm, I can still make a gun with one hand!"

"Me too! Those monsters killed my wife and two kids, so what's a broken leg compared to that!"

"Doctor, you can't heal me. Don't give me bandages and medicine. Can you give me that alchemical explosive from the quartermaster? I'll charge in with it strapped on; it might save that monster's life!"

"Hey! Don't be so quick to refuse. Look, that old man over there is already on the battlefield. I, with my limp, can do it too!"

What they saw was a stubborn old man who had rushed to the front.

Whenever the old man recalls his two energetic nephews, who were corrupted into monsters during that terrible disaster, and the inspiring speech he heard during his hospitalization, a flame of vengeance rises in his eyes.

Wen Gaode knew him well, so he had tried several times to persuade the old man to go back to bed and rest, but the old man just shook his head, his tone resolute:

"I have no more attachments. Lord Lu Ming's words make sense. Now I only want to take my revenge and die a glorious death on the battlefield."

Therefore, the elderly man asked the hospital to administer medication to him, and dragged his wounded and disabled body suffering from heart failure to the battlefield.

Before leaving, he stroked the cross pendant on his chest a few times, silently praying for God's blessing. It wasn't a testament to his strong faith, but simply a matter of habit. Having lost all his loved ones, he perhaps already felt abandoned by God.

So he didn't ask for anything, he just wanted to be able to move normally before he died, pull the trigger, and kill a few more monsters.

Thick, hot blood flowed along the edge of the trench not far away, and the pungent smell of gunpowder wafted past his nose. After catching his breath, the old man raised the Mini-14 again. The magically modified gun was exceptionally heavy, and he had some difficulty adjusting his shooting posture.

But it doesn't matter. His heart's pumping function was almost completely broken. He would feel chest tightness and suffocation even with slight movement and needed constant support. Now, the fact that he can move around after taking a dose of a strong stimulant is the best option for him.

However, without warning, a wave of dizziness struck.

The old man felt a sharp chest pain, the gun slipped from his hand, he coughed up blood, and his vision went black.

Damn it, is this the end for him?! He didn't even finish using up his magazine. He didn't even have time to fire his last bullet?

The old man was filled with resentment.

Just then, a silvery-white branch gently wrapped around him, forming a cocoon.

The silkworm silk precisely located its position, piercing into the old blood vessels, and the bright, rich, and life-filled blood—powerful dragon blood—was injected into his body.

This was not a simple blood transfusion. Using blood as a medium, the power of the ancient bloodline entered the old body, instantly cleansing it and giving it new life.

Not long after, the old man emerged from his cocoon.

He felt his body incredulously—a health and strength he had never experienced before, power surging from every limb and bone, as if he had returned to the golden years of his twenties and thirties...

No, even in my youth, I didn't possess such terrifying power!

He clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with an alarming intensity.

The old man didn't understand the principle behind the silvery-white branches, but when he looked back, he saw many patients who, like himself, were about to die, forming cocoons and being reborn with the help of the silvery-white branches, and the source of the silk threads was from the direction of the hospital!

In an instant, the old man seemed to understand something. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he knelt down with a thud, devoutly bowing in the direction of the hospital.

"My Lord! You have never forsaken me!"

The old man was filled with tears. He was about to die, but he was brought back to life.

For an ordinary American like him, who had been exposed to Christianity since childhood, the significance of this was self-evident! It was a miracle, a manifestation of the flesh and blood of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, a blessing from the Lord!

The old man pondered deeply, his voice trembling.

Now that disaster has struck, the city is rife with conflict, and the world presents an apocalyptic scene. Could it be... that Judgment Day is approaching?

No wonder Lord Lu Ming is spreading the threat of dragons, because dragons are Satan, beasts, ancient serpents, and primordial evil.

And now that they have been resurrected, it is the reward they deserve for choosing Christ instead of following the dragon, as righteous people.

It matches up! Everything matches up!

That's what he was thinking, and other people, after Lu Ming's deliberate propaganda, would obviously also think the same way.

Despite the immense power and resources wielded by the magician family, America's most powerful force ultimately lies with the Church. The ideology of Christianity has long been deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people.

Not long after, the old man... and countless other people who had been brought back from the dead recited biblical prayers and fervently rushed back to the battlefield.

"When that thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison and will come out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth and gather them together for war. Their number will be as numerous as the sand of the sea."

"Lord Almighty, how great are your works! The righteous will be reborn through their faith in you, and the unrighteous will be destroyed for offending you!"

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The rushing crowd startled Ishtar, who jumped aside. After Skadi's subtle reminder and realizing the scale of the change in the battle situation, she almost blurted out a curse.

Lu Ming, you're shameless! To perform a miracle at a time like this, isn't this just openly stealing my faith?

The goddess was clearly unaware of her already significant deficit.

When will I be able to perform a miracle myself...?

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But when she glanced at the "ordinary people" with their superb physical abilities and lightning-fast running, her eyes twitched. No way! Including the hospitalized patients, there must be thousands who have undergone bloodline modification. Even though Lu Ming is a lunatic, he's really willing to bleed money.

"Now he really has that kind of pure faith...wait a minute, what god do they worship...?!"

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Hiel wiped the blood splattered on his body and glanced at the cyborg passing by, puzzled.

Why are there so many fanatical believers? Wasn't that thing supposed to only modify bloodlines? How come they've become so fervent in their faith?

Good heavens, so... Lu Ming was actually on the church's side?

Volume 1: Chapter 118 The Arrival of the Holy Son

Just as he was racking his brains for a while without any clue, Hier glanced at the crowds charging around him and decided to make a call to Lu Ming to ask for his opinion.

This emergency contact channel is originally intended for use only in critical situations.

However, Hier felt that this matter concerned the important stance of his church, and the large-scale transformation of these people's bloodlines, the resulting problems, and the issues of such widespread religious fanaticism required proper communication and feedback...

Just then, Xu Fangzhi came bounding over:

"Senior, senior, do you think Lord Lu Ming might be the Holy Son, meow?"

"What's wrong... Huh? Are you kidding me!?"

Looking at Suga's silly and innocent smile, Hiel suddenly felt an urge to pry open the trainee's head and see what kind of mush was inside.

Did you turn around and abandon your original job after eating at Lu Ming's house for a few days?

Hier tapped the head of the person opposite him, feeling that Xu Fangzhi, this junior, had a serious problem with his ideology.

Wait, Xu Fangzhi seems to be just a trainee, not officially hired and therefore doesn't have a permanent position... Oh well, never mind. Sigh.

"But I heard people say with absolute certainty that Lord Lu Ming can be resurrected!"

Xu Fangzhi covered her head with a wronged expression. In order to complete the intelligence investigation mission and also improve her food treatment during this period, she had been trying her best to get along with the members of Lu Ming's team.

I heard that there is a magical Miss Haruri who has the most comprehensive and up-to-date information about Lord Lu Ming, so Sugata Naoki used his cheerful personality and feigned interest to try and get close to Haruri for a long time.

After much effort and hardship, we finally obtained valuable secondhand information! It concerns the unknown past of the mysterious and powerful Lord Lu Ming!

Then, I noticed the story of how Lu Ming, after being completely pierced by a gun, successfully revived—

You must understand, that's resurrection!

Resurrection belongs to the realm of magic and miracles, and is a completely different concept from the common immortality!

...In reality, Lu Ming himself could never have said that. He only said that he didn't die back then, but his little fangirl Haruli didn't care and kept exaggerating.