Real elves vs fake elves

After placing the heavy burden of the Fel Mechanical Department on the shoulders of the only reliable mage in the Phoenix Court, Aenarion leisurely left the Supreme Mage's office.

When Aenarion awarded Nelos the title of Supreme Mage a few days ago, this sister was dismissive but in fact she was so happy that she almost jumped up. And now, this sister finally knows that the highest honor among the descendants of light is not so easy to get, and it really takes "cowardly, how can you..."

Bidding farewell to the anxious and busy social animal overlord Neros, Aenarion began to walk towards the Phoenix Temple.

Another woman has also been bothering him these days, which makes him feel more and more that women are indeed troublesome.

The Cheshire Cat, after having gone bad in front of Aenarion, joined the Temple, and Aenarion's addition of the God of Laughter and the God of the Hunt gave her an excuse to add a faith in Asuryan without departing from her own beliefs.

Then, this guy suddenly became diligent, and both his work and behavior were excellent, more devout than the most devout believers, and there was nothing wrong with him. Although he had just joined the church not long ago, he was more devout and hardworking than the average old believers, and anyone who saw him would praise him.

This behavior puts a lot of pressure on Sister Phoenix, who still has no name. Although she has now been entrusted with the important task of being a bishop, she knows clearly how she got there, and she knows even more clearly that this new recruit is even worse than she was back then.

The sense of crisis came up quickly.

Although Aenarion didn't know who these two were showing off to, he had no intention of stopping them. However, the Cheshire Cat recently sent a message asking to meet him, so Aenarion followed the other party's wishes and also wanted to see what this guy was up to.

Amidst the respect and worship, Aenarion walked into the Phoenix Temple and into the inner court, which was off-limits to outsiders. The elves who stayed here were all transformed, many of whom were able to move and exercise normally, and the weaker ones could barely carry out the activities necessary for life. The best of them could even join the battle with halberds.

However, there are some most pitiful people who, even if they bathe in the glory of the Phoenix Temple all day long, still cannot resume normal activities and lead an ordinary daily life. And among this group of people who have not yet recovered, there are even some poor souls who have not yet regained normal consciousness.

These elves were sold to dignitaries and were treated as toys and abused for who knows how long. It was a miracle among miracles that they could recover to their current state. They would not dare to ask for more.

Now the Cheshire Cat is taking care of these poor people, taking care of their daily lives as if they were his own relatives, chanting scriptures with them, telling them stories, and boasting about Aenarion's unparalleled bravery.

Sensing Aenarion approaching, the Cheshire Cat first saluted, then motioned for him to wait for a moment. After taking good care of those poor people, he leisurely left the room and walked to the corridor, looking up at the man who "defeated" him.

He was less than 1.5 meters tall and looked up at the height of 1.9 meters or more. To be honest, Aenarion felt sorry for the Cheshire Cat.

"This period of life has calmed me down. I am no longer impatient or annoyed by all kinds of conspiracies and intrigues. In this peaceful life, all the problems that I couldn't figure out before are now clear."

There is no emotion in the Cheshire Cat's opening remarks.

"It was during this period of time that I finally understood the bait you had set from the beginning."

"This bait not only attracted those people from the Wilderness Clan, but also drew us, a group of speculators, into your attack range."

"If I'm not mistaken, the Church of the Laughing God is more like a pleasant surprise to you, right?"

"You have absolute control over the situation. You just need to wait for the fish to take the bait and then harvest it."

"From the moment you refused to accept the White Lion, your plot had already begun. You used the title of the chosen champion as bait, and the ability to indirectly control a god as the actual bait, to entice those fools who were blinded by greed."

"Honestly, you're not afraid of getting into trouble."

Aenarion: "You don't know the value of a god designating a man as a champion and creating a personal trial for him, do you?"

Can others really take advantage of this shady plot?

"How much effort would it take to deal with a group of people who have been carried away?"

"I didn't even draw my sword when I was fighting you. It's rare for me to win such an easy fight."

The Cheshire Cat lowered her head and said nothing, her expression not changing at all. It was obvious that Aenarion's deliberate ridicule had no effect at all. With that dead expression, no one could tell what she was thinking.

"You don't have to test me. I've already said that I

I admit defeat. You have tricked even the Lord of Laughter, who possesses supreme divine power. What can a small character like me do in front of you?"

After she finished speaking, the sister sighed, and as she sighed, she seemed to be really relieved.

Aenarion's expression remained unchanged. He didn't understand why the other party called him here. Just to say such a long paragraph? The problem was that these words were meaningless.

He had already said that he admitted defeat, and now he repeated it again. After repeating it, he began to show a calm expression...

A new conspiracy by Lezi people?

At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the Cheshire Cat's thoughts.

"Sir, we finally got the modified machine you've always wanted!"

The one who spoke was Sister Phoenix. She looked reserved and calm as she spoke, and it didn't seem like she had deliberately chosen this moment to interrupt the conversation between the two.

Chapter 51: A Weakling Defeats an Expert

Transmogrifiers, or humanoid-shaped transformation machines, are the cause of the miserable plight of so many elves here.

This thing, like the hypnosis machine, was created by the Light People back then. Their idea at the time was to use these two things to create super cannon fodder soldiers who were brave, fearless, tall and strong, and were to be used in military matters.

But soon, whether it was the temptation of the God of Greed or the abnormal brain circuits of these Lightborn, they used these two machines for other purposes...

Then there are the heavy-tasting gameplays such as common sense modification, perception blocking, unlimited residual machines, and female body violence.

I can only say that the Guangyi back then could not even satisfy them with R18 or R18G. These things deserve to be coveted by the big humans. If they don't covet them, they will be really crazy.

The mages and humans who inherited the Lightborn's legacy naturally inherited these machines, not only retaining the relevant gameplay, but also creating new gadgets. After deconstructing and learning these machines, humans also began to be able to create new blasphemous things.

Inheriting the mantle belongs to yes.

Following Phoenix Sister Vivian to the place where the transformation machine was placed, Inarion remained silent as he looked at the capsule-shaped machine in front of him that could just fit a person.

He could understand all the languages ​​engraved on it. After all, as a Lightborn, he was very familiar with their language. With just one glance, the big guy knew that he could gain full control of the machine.

"Sir, we spent 300 gold shields to buy this thing from a landless noble. It took a lot of manpower and resources, but it was all worth it because it was your order."

"Your command is our destiny."

"Correspondingly, the operation of this kind of machine is very complicated and requires specialized personnel to maintain and service it. It is also quite cumbersome to use. We..."

Before he could finish his words, Aenarion spoke directly.

"Begin identity verification."

The language was the ancient Light language. Because she had to deal with Aenarion frequently, Vivian had spent a lot of time learning the Light language on her own. Although this language was obscure and difficult to learn, she could still barely understand what Aenarion said.

It was because of this that Vivian's expression changed three times. After all, there was no relevant introduction to this usage in the user guide.

Can this thing also check its identity autonomously?

Sure enough, after Aenarion finished speaking, the giant capsule-shaped machine hummed for several seconds, and then a female voice with an off-tune voice popped out.

"Received, starting inspection..."

A beam of light suddenly emerged from the surface of the machine, scanned Aenarion up and down several times, and then disappeared.

"Identity confirmation completed, citizen number... cannot be detected, confirmed as a senior citizen, relevant information... cannot be detected, thank you for your use, senior citizen."

The Cheshire Cat and Vivian who were watching from the side: "..."

What is a special surprise? This is a special surprise!

Aenarion: "To mobilize the relevant information and use the data."

After Aenarion said this, countless words and data appeared densely on the display screen above the capsule. It looked so complicated that it gave people a headache.

But faced with such cumbersome and huge amounts of data, Aenarion did not flinch at all, but read it carefully like a professional.

I read from day to night.

After Aenarion rubbed his eyes and straightened up, he found that there was a large circle of people around him for some reason.

Glancing at the people surrounding him, Aenarion looked a little confused.

"what happened?"

"No...nothing..."

Immediately, a noisy sound was heard, all indicating that nothing important was happening.

Although they were making noises, the onlookers were extremely respectful in their hearts.

Look at our boss, he is so awesome. Even the wizards of the Seven Cities Alliance can’t understand the ancient data of the People of Light, but our boss reads it like a novel.

Vivian was worthy of being the leader of the group and immediately asked what everyone was thinking.

"Sir... the information contained in this..."

Aenarion:

"To put it simply, this is a machine made by the ancient Light People. It can be considered an antique, not a new thing imitated by humans."

"But because it has never been maintained for nearly a thousand years, there are some damages and files are lost. If we want to restore it to its former heyday, maintenance alone is not enough. We must also do some repairs."

Vivian was about to say that the human noble said he often maintained this machine, but after a moment's thought, she decided not to say anything.

Apparently, humans who don't know how machinery works haven't maintained it properly...

Aenarion did not care what the others were thinking; the introduction continued.

“Although there is some damage, it is still usable, just lacking some unnecessary functions.”

"To sum it up, except for the sisters whose minds were damaged by the hypnotic machine, most of the others have been saved."

These simple words made the surrounding women breathe heavier. Their eyes lit up with a rare light, and the hope that had been trampled to the bottom began to burn again.

"I will try to change the transformation program... Although I can't restore you to your normal appearance, I can still change the slave mode to warrior mode."

To put it bluntly, the "salvation" mentioned by Aenarion was to throw the women who had been transformed into zero slaves into the machine for secondary transformation. Since this kind of machine only had two transformation modes, the so-called "treatment" was to transform them from simple zero slaves into warrior slaves...

Although for some people being a warrior is worse than being a slave, the girls here obviously don't think so.

Judging from their expressions, they were nothing but excited and happy.

Looking at the group of excited women in front of him, Aenarion decided not to reveal more information. After all, they didn't need to know that information.

Since this machine was created, it has transformed more than 10,000 organisms, of which only 40 to 50 were spirits. This also means that in the past thousand years, humans have only transformed about 50 spirits, so it can be considered very cautious in its use.

What about the other transformed people?

Judging from the time of use, these more than 10,000 transformed people were all transformed by the Light Clan back then, and most of them were humans...

Taking a deep breath, Aenarion gained a deeper understanding of the nature of this fragile world.

This world is a spiral, a spiral of hatred. Eternal hatred spirals upward, enveloping every corner of this world in a terrifying darkness.

Night Raid; Group 6, 9493'6135 "This machine will be debugged by the White Tower's mages for a period of time, and then it will be sent to the temple for baptism for a period of time. When everything is ready, you will be able to resume your normal life."

Showing a smile he hadn't seen for a long time, Aenarion calmed down everyone around him, then turned around and left.

With the help of this transformation machine, the elf warriors can undergo body transformation after their physical fitness reaches certain conditions. This also means that the physical fitness of the elf warriors can be taken to a higher level.

Back then, the slave army of the Light Clan was a terrifying existence that attracted the attention of the entire world. It was a terrifying army that was capable of killing giants and dragons.

Although Aenarion still disliked the inexplicable knowledge he obtained from the underworld, the urgency of time forced Aenarion to accept it. Anything that could enhance strength was very necessary for the elves now.

There are really dirty things in the things obtained from the netherworld. Baptism in the Phoenix Temple is a necessary step, otherwise who knows what kind of harm this landmine will cause.

Aenarion: "If these things from the underworld are not purified... I really don't know what will happen."

Blake: "Why are there so many priests praying for purification in these production workshops?!"

This group of noble mages are very proactive. After drawing up a plan, without any backup plan, a few of them started to act rashly.

Their idea is that this kind of thing should be done sooner rather than later. The longer the delay, the more uncertainty there will be in the plan, so naturally it is better to do it tonight than the next day!

Frankenstein, who was listening, felt a headache coming on.

You don't even step on any point!

Do you have a map of the factory?

Do you know the environment around the factory clearly?

Of course, Frankenstein’s headache now is not because the plan made by this group of people is very unreasonable, but he is worried about how he should rescue these young men and women when the time comes.

After all, this was a "detailed plan" that seemed like an elementary school student's outing. Even if he was asked to give his opinions, he wouldn't know where to start.

This is what the noob master is talking about.

Therefore, according to the plan of the wizard nobles, they first put on a shadow cloak and sneaked in at night, then used the charm human to charm a hapless patroller, and then let this hapless patroller lead them to the place where the equipment and drawings were stored.

After all, the night security personnel must be very familiar with the factory environment, so it is most appropriate to let this group of people lead the way.

Frankenstein felt confused when he heard these words.

After finding something,

If the security equipment was alerted, let's not talk about how you escaped, just think about how you planned to deliver such heavy drawings and equipment? !

Don't you guys know how many blueprints there are for magic machines? They can fill up a whole room!

Isn't your family doing this? How come you don't know about this? What's with that look of approval on your face? !

Chapter 52 What is a real nun? (Leaning back)

Following a group of rich kids who seemed to be on a picnic, they began their adventure in the Lothern Industrial Zone. After they successfully entered the center of the factory through the shadow cloak and charm, the group of people froze.

The nun patrolling back and forth put a lot of pressure on the mages.