Four-Armed Divine Emperor

Chapter 112

At the same time, his stature is taller than his father Al, who has been growing backwards for a period of time, and he looks more mature than him.

The sign of whether an offspring has reached adulthood is naturally whether their gene seed can successfully transform into a "gene servant".

After the war against the united tribes ended, an orc leader who was supposed to have died was injected with gene seeds by Elsa for transformation and successfully survived. This situation was immediately learned by Al and he observed it.

As expected, after a period of secondary growth and development, the werewolf also underwent a mutation in its armpits and grew a pair of new arms. This was undoubtedly the best sign that it had been successfully transformed into a four-arm bloodline.

After testing, it was found that the wolf leader named "Wolf" had greatly improved his physical fitness after the successful transformation. Caesar, who could compete with Wolf on the battlefield and at least not lose (relying on physical strength alone), was no match for Wolf. However, the werewolf did not have the power of an awakened warlock, and even his psychic power was minimal. At most, he could communicate at close range and receive vague instructions from, for example, El.

However, it has a strong resistance to psychic energy and magic. The same fireball will cause about 3:10 damage to it and to an ordinary person. It also has certain "magic-breaking properties" against some obstacles caused by magic such as illusions, blindness, and mage armor. Coupled with its extremely strong physical fitness, it will undoubtedly be a brave and powerful weapon on the battlefield.

Similarly, during the transformation process, Wolf's thinking gradually changed, and he began to spontaneously call Elsa "blood father". At the same time, he also understood that the source of his bloodline came from El, who was the "patriarch" and "ancestor of bloodline."

From an orc leader who resisted the Four-Arms, he suddenly became a fanatical Four-Arms warrior.

This terrifying assimilation ability of the transformed, even the enemies, was controlled by El after Elsa and other descendants fully matured.

He did not allow his descendants to assimilate their favorite groups as they pleased and bestow the blood of the four arms. Instead, he only allowed the earliest twenty descendants, led by Aisha, Cyrus, Caesar and others, to search for targets within a certain limit, limiting the number of people to transform into children who were in a sense their own genes.

As the tribe expanded and the offspring gradually matured, Al discovered a problem:

It seems that not all of his offspring have the same abilities and talents as cloned soldiers, but maintain a similar level.

This may be normal. After all, in addition to the paternal inheritance, the maternal factors must also be considered. The offspring of a high-ranking knight like Ansuna will obviously be superior to most of the concubines who were once kept in the palace by the prince and could only be used as playthings to entertain people.

But what Al discovered was that the offspring born after the first twenty seemed to be inferior to their eldest sister Elsa in terms of ability, even the two brothers who had the same mother as Elsa, Karl and Franz, who were born to Ansuna later, were inferior to her eldest sister Elsa in all aspects after they reached adulthood.

If Elsa is special, since she is the eldest son or daughter, and the first child, it is normal.

But on the whole, there is indeed a problem that the average level of offspring over the age of 20 is not as good as that of their 20 older brothers and sisters.

The most intuitive thing is that the "psychic bonus" they can provide to El is thinner.

This made Al start to think about his own abilities. If spiritual power could be continuously enhanced simply by having children, then he could just stay in the border area and give birth to people non-stop, and then go out to conquer the world after his magical powers were perfected.

His psychic power has now increased several times compared to before. If he faces the third-ring mage Grace again, he is confident that he can defeat her within three moves with his psychic power alone.

But if his ability is iterative and the quality gets worse as time goes by, then even if he tries his best to create humans, the energy he spends will eventually become greater and greater, while the gains will become smaller and smaller. Perhaps until his death, he will never be able to compete with the White Tower Order.

This made Ai'er start to ponder. Although because the number of offspring was large, and things like innate abilities could only be vaguely expressed, not directly and intuitively like in-game values, it was not clear whether there was such a limitation of "the later the offspring, the weaker they are", but it also made Ai'er deeply realize:

He thought that just by lying down and creating humans he could become invincible, but it was obviously not that easy.

Chapter 88: Ethnic Group Expansion, Bloodline Growth

This problem doesn't just apply to Al and his immediate lineage.

The second-generation descendants, including Aisha, who can establish a three-generation clan, also have this problem.

The objects they transform are not necessarily like the werewolf Wolf, who has fully enhanced physical functions, a clear mind, and no other abnormalities except for the instincts such as "obey the father of genes" and "expand the tribe" that are imprinted in his thoughts. He is a successful third generation.

It is also possible that the same effect as that created by El on the experimental subjects will occur, turning them into strong men with strong limbs but weak minds.

His intelligence and physical fitness are barely acceptable, but his creativity and talents are basically locked, and he spontaneously serves as a basic servant of the previous level of bloodline.

There are also spellcasters called "Priests" and "Commanders" whose bodies have not been greatly enhanced, but who have awakened psychic powers and some basic elemental control powers.

Although the first and third types have obvious enhancements, their upper limit seems to be locked and fixed at this template. Moreover, after Ai'er's test, they also do not have the ability to transform lower-level servants.

Chapter 113

Only those who, like the werewolf Wolf, have strengthened themselves while maintaining their original form and grown complete appendages are recognized as "third-generation descendants" and have the ability to transform into lower-level descendants.

This problem troubled Al greatly, and this restriction was also the reason why he had not been able to convert basic servants on a large scale in the territory.

Ordinary people may be weak, but they have all kinds of possibilities and a bright future.

But once they accept the transformation, there is almost no possibility of further improvement. Even if there is, it will inevitably be limited to their superior bloodline and is insignificant compared to real progress.

That "system" that seemed to be made of TXT didn't seem to have any other abilities except systematically displaying his current abilities and spells.

By the way, up to now, Al's level above is still "First-level Warlock".

He had no idea how to improve this level, resulting in the fact that the spells Al mastered were still the earliest ones. Before, he had been able to continuously increase his psychic energy, but he didn't particularly care about this aspect. After all, psychic energy was much more useful than spells.

But now that Al has discovered that his psychic speed is starting to slow down simply by giving birth to children, he must think of other ways to improve his strength.

......

Al slowly withdrew his lance from the woman's body, leaving behind a bright red chrysanthemum in bloom, which was constantly spitting out white liquid. The mountains had cooled down now, and when Al pulled out his spear, he seemed to still see wisps of white smoke rising from the woman's opening and closing chrysanthemum.

A philosopher, biologist, modern-day druid, and doctor of interspecies reproduction once said:

The sense of accomplishment of personally cultivating a daisy into a queen flower is unimaginable.

El's harem has reached such a scale. Although thanks to his bloodline ability, his desire for reproduction, mating, and possessing more high-quality spouses will never diminish, but after doing too much traditional things, it is reasonable to try something new.

Besides, Al has always been interested in three-way sex and anal sex, and the women in bed are also top-notch.

The woman under him had a pair of legs that were dazzling when shaking, her brown skin was shiny and smooth, and her thick buttocks made the waves shake violently when they were impacted. She was a plump beauty with a full body.

She was once a favorite concubine in the palace of King Adwin, and came from the Golden Dynasty further south of the Alan Empire. The yellow sand there was said to be the remnant of the ancient war. A great war caused the land of dynasties that once flourished as the hub of the world to decline and become a country that produced many "ruin explorers" - tomb robbers, warlords, slaves and cults.

The woman's name was Sethi, and it was said that she had once been a priestess of a small sect. To be honest, just from the woman's appearance, Al felt that something was not right with that sect.

He had only seen this kind of sexy goddess with big breasts in various games and books.

She was captured because of a sectarian conflict. As a female priest, she was very valuable, so she was sold as a rare commodity to a big warlord. The warlord was a big slave trader, so she was sold to Alan all the way, and then bought by a big businessman who wanted to go north to open up the Xerxes trade, and was given to the royal capital of Pasamende as a door-opening gift.

At that time, the Priest King was still young and did not have the ability to "show favor" to the female slave. In addition, the background of a female pagan priest made the Priest King's court, where the entire country highly worshipped the sacred fire, dislike it. So he gave it to the Western Prince Adwin, who had always been friendly with the royal capital, as a gift.

What followed was a great battle, and this distant exotic beauty became El's trophy.

Of course, in name it was still a "gift" from the prince to the wizard.

If you think about it carefully, it is true.

Counting it up, Seshi has given birth to three children for Ai'er, all healthy boys...

"Clap"

Al patted the pair of brown buttocks and lay down on the bed, while Seshi crawled over on his knees and began to clean Al's spear with his mouth.

She licked for a while, then climbed forward, supported herself on the bed with all fours, and used a pair of luxurious headlights to push and move around on Al's body, serving Al who had his eyes closed to rest.

"By the way, who's giving birth today?"

Sehi, who was servicing him, did not stop moving her body. Her red lips, which still had white liquid on the corners of her mouth, opened slightly as she answered:

"It's Karenna and Pacey."

"Ah."

Al nodded and continued to enjoy himself.

Karenna was an Astar woman with elven blood. What impressed El most about her were her emerald green eyes, which were full of innocence, and her pair of exquisite white jade feet, as white as jade, with slightly bluish veins visible. He asked her to sit on him, arching her legs to give him a foot job, while he looked at her beautiful face adorned with pure emeralds with a serious expression, which seemed to be desecrating purity.

Percy is a Xerxes woman, a Xerxes lady raised in an aristocratic family in the northern princely territory. Al's impression of her is that Percy is dressed as a traditional Xerxes lady, in royal attire, playing the role of Adwin's queen, who is pinned down and attacked by him.

Sometimes, he and Zeina would COS together in scenes of competing for favor and attacking each other.

But after a while, Al suddenly felt a heat in front of his eyes, and quickly pulled the woman on him aside.

Countless lines and tiny characters were distorted on his retina again. Soon, the "system" that was often not opened for so long that Al almost forgot about it appeared on its own!

Chapter 114

[--The scale of the tribe has reached the first stage--]

Warlock level increased to: 2

[Bloodline ability up↑]

More modules activated

[The Gene Tree has been unlocked, currently available talents: 5]

Current gene seed potential: Weak

[Currently surviving second-generation offspring: 301]

[Gene Servant: 79]

Chapter 89: The Great and Sage Teacher—Respected Father Al!

"Supreme~High~God!"

"Give me a new life!"

"The Four Arms' Blessings~ God's glory protects us, allowing us to survive in this turbid world for billions of years~!"

Led by the highly respected Gandalf, who was wearing a white robe and holding a long staff, and whose hair and beard were now white, and who looked particularly immortal, countless pious mountain people prostrated themselves before the four-armed statue in the center of the venue and performed a ceremony of worship.

Around the venue, countless purple and red dragon flags were fluttering in the mountain breeze.

......

"Praise be to the great and virtuous teacher, the most virtuous and wise teacher!"

"Spread wisdom to the world, break the darkness with light; remove my foolishness, cleanse my filth, and grant me wisdom and enlightenment..."

"Think long to know, know long to thirst for thought, follow the wise and sage teacher, and do not be trapped!"

"Thus have I heard: at one time a wise teacher was preaching in the mountains. There were 1,800 warriors and 600 barbarians, all listening to his true words. The wise teacher preached for seven days and nights. From that time on, the truth was revealed, wisdom was enlightened, the barbarians came to submit, respectfully followed the wise teacher's words, and the law was spoken with their mouths filled with the law of heaven..."

In this same religiously charged venue, the warriors of Blaeo, all in full armor and armed with sharp weapons, held swords in one hand and one hand on their knee, knelt on one knee before the statue of the "Great Sage" Master, and chanted along with the bald priests in red robes and red robes who were walking around the venue, holding scriptures in their hands:

The Sutra of the Great and Sage Teacher

"All the wise and courageous, as well as the kings, heard the Dharma and were delighted. This is the gift of the great and virtuous teacher!"

"It is the wise teacher who has compassion on us mortals, pointing out the path to bliss, a truth that will endure for eternity!"

"Holy~! Great and Wise Teacher!"

"Holy~! The most virtuous teacher!"

"Holy! Holy! Most holy! Most wise! Holy! Holy! Most holy! Most wise!!"

The prayers of the warriors and the mountain people combined into a rolling wave of sound that almost shook the mountains.

After the verbal prayers were over, the highlight of the ceremony was brought up.

A group of captives of various styles and attire, but all of them were rich or noble from their exquisitely crafted clothes that were superior to those of ordinary people, were brought into the venue.

Thirty-four people in total.

Most of them were frightened by the warriors' uniform and loud devout prayers. If it were not for the guards' strong pressure, they would not even be able to stand.

Only a few people can still maintain the image of a noble person and stand proudly.

The red-robed acolyte stood at the pulpit, using his psychic power to amplify his voice, and asked in a thunderous voice:

"What about the blasphemer?"

On the other side, in the mountain people's sacrificial field, there was also a group of captives dressed in various styles, including both Bleos and Xerxes, who were taken to the venue. Facing thousands of pairs of eyes staring at them, the timid ones had already lost control of their bladders and were in a very miserable state!

"How about Blasphemer?"

Similarly, a bald monk in a red robe stood under the giant statue of the god and asked in a loud voice.

In two places, countless people shouted in unison:

"die!"

"die!"

"die!"

On the warrior side, a middle-aged man with a golden ring on his head and handsome sideburns, despite having his hands tied behind his back, still stood up straight and shouted loudly:

"Deven Gaels! You are plotting a rebellion!"

"That wizard is just treating you like toys! Open your eyes and see! I represent the Lord of Kalvik! The King of Brio and all the remaining Asta people, Franz Greg Imperator!"

However, no one in the field responded to the middle-aged man's sharp shout. After answering the red-robed monk's questions, the knights fell silent, like stone statues, silent.

In a meeting hall with thousands of people, there was such a deathly silence that made the heart of the "King's representative" stop.

He turned to look at the red-robed monk, holding a glimmer of hope, and softened his voice, saying, "Your Majesty is not seeking to punish Norman or Devon Gale... He simply hopes to mediate the conflict between you, Leon, and Savia."