59: Chapter 59: Subordinate Races Undergo Major Enhancement and All Members Advance.
In the heavens above, a silver storm of death blotted out the sky.
Thousands of newly transformed Silverwing Zerg Cavalry, led by their new king—Andra—circled the towering divine statue that pierced the heavens and the earth, letting out shrieks that shook the entire divine realm.
It was a clarion call heralding the dawn of a new era.
From this moment on, the shadow of the Zerg Swarm would no longer merely shroud the land.
It would also eclipse the sky!
Watching the nascent air force in the sky, an ineffable surge of pride and ambition churned within Su Chen's divine consciousness.
This was his legion.
This was his power.
But his gaze did not linger on the sky for long.
His divine consciousness descended, piercing through the clouds to look down upon the vast earth below.
He saw the Gray Dwarves deep within the mines, swinging heavy pickaxes again and again, providing the most fundamental resources for the entire Zerg Swarm. Their bodies were covered in ore dust and sweat, every straining muscle a testament to their loyalty to him.
He saw the ratman laborers in the labyrinthine tunnels underground, frantically digging with their claws and crude tools, expanding the subterranean territory. They were lowly and weak, yet with ceaseless labor, they were building the very foundation of the divine realm.
He saw the Berserkers in the barracks of Gorsh City, those who had not yet qualified for promotion, still enduring brutal day after day of training. Every roar, every charge, was amassing strength for the wars to come.
These, too, were his vassals.
The silent bedrock beneath this silver sky.
Within Su Chen's divine consciousness, a cold and majestic will slowly took form.
"The Overlord does not harbor useless beings, but the Overlord is never stingy with rewards."
This was his law, his promise to all his believers.
In the next instant, the core of Su Chen's divine spark violently trembled.
The faith pool, already greatly depleted from the transformation of the Silverwing Marksmen, was forcibly mobilized once more!
Fifty million!
A full fifty million units of Power Of Faith transformed into a golden torrent, instantly drawn and injected into the fathomless core of the Hive.
"[Gene Universalization], activate!"
"Universal enhancement, begin!"
In that split second, a massive golden rift tore open across the sky of the entire divine realm.
Endless golden radiance poured from the rift, coalescing in the air into a vast rain of light.
That was not actual rain.
It was the purest genetic evolution energy, decomposed, purified, and catalyzed by the Hive!
Every droplet of light rain contained the miracle of life's ascension!
The rain of light fell, boundless and far-reaching, covering every corner of the divine realm.
...
Deep within the mining district.
*Clang!*
The fine steel warhammer in the Gray Dwarf Okale's hand fell to the ground. He clutched his throat with both hands, his face contorted in extreme agony.
"Urgh..."
He felt the golden droplets of light rain fall on his skin, bringing not warmth, but turning into countless searing steel needles that pierced his flesh and bored into his marrow.
A torrent of scorching magma was surging through his veins!
His bones groaned under unbearable stress, as if they would burst from this violent power the next second.
"ROAR!"
Okale suddenly let out a roar that sounded nothing like a human.
He watched as the muscle fibers on his thick arms snapped one by one, only to instantly reform into a tougher configuration!
His height was forcibly increased by several inches in these few short breaths!
Fine cracks appeared on his originally grayish-brown skin. Immediately after, a deeper, harder, stone-gray layer of keratin grew from beneath the cracks, replacing his original skin.
It even bore natural rock-like patterns.
Minutes later, the tearing agony receded like a tide.
In its place was an unprecedented, explosive sense of power.
Okale slowly opened his palm. It was a full size larger than before, the stone-gray skin gleaming with a metallic luster.
He bent down and picked up the warhammer from the ground.
The heavy hammer, which previously required both hands to wield freely, now felt almost weightless in his single hand.
"Oh! Praise the Overlord!"
Okale swung the warhammer in his hand, stirring up a howling gust of wind, roaring with excitement.
"I feel like I could smash a dragon's bones with one swing now!"
...
In the dark, damp burrows.
Tens of thousands of ratman laborers were also enveloped by this sudden divine grace.
The golden rain of light penetrated the thick soil, as if possessing life, precisely sprinkling onto every ratman.
"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"
Sharp cries of alarm echoed through the interconnected tunnels.
Their bodies underwent even more drastic changes.
Their digging claws visibly lengthened, blackened, and hardened within the golden light, eventually becoming like the sharpest steel daggers.
Their backs, perpetually hunched from digging and lowly status, straightened slightly amidst a series of bone-cracking sounds, forced by an invisible power.
A glint of sharper cunning and fanaticism flashed in their turbid eyes.
The moment their transformation completed, a ratman instinctively swung its foreclaw.
*Rip!*
The hard earthen wall, which previously required strenuous effort to dig through, now crumbled like tofu under its sharp claws.
Large chunks of earth were instantly gouged out.
Digging efficiency increased by at least threefold instantly!
...
Gorsh City, Central Barracks.
Tens of thousands of Berserkers were engaged in their daily charge training.
When the golden rain of light fell, they all felt the bottleneck that had long been stuck within them, preventing their advancement, begin to shake violently.
It was the barrier from the peak of the second tier to the third tier!
"ROAR!"
A Berserker abruptly reined in his mount and howled at the sky.
The energy within him had accumulated to its limit. Now, ignited by the golden rain of light, it instantly detonated!
A soaring golden pillar of light erupted from the crown of his head!
Third tier!
Breakthrough!
This was only the beginning.
"Break!"
"Break!"
"Break!"
As if a powder keg had been lit, roars of breakthrough erupted one after another throughout the entire barracks.
One.
Ten.
A hundred.
A thousand!
Tens of thousands of golden lights of advancement lit up in succession, illuminating the entire barracks like a divine kingdom.
All at the third tier!
At the very front of the military formation, the most elite centurions erupted with auras far more terrifying than the ordinary knights!
Substantial energy armor even began to condense on the surfaces of their bodies, while the warbeasts beneath them roared and evolved alongside them!
Fourth tier!
Lord level!
...
In this feast of grace that swept across the entire divine realm, the greatest beneficiaries were undoubtedly the newly reborn Silver Centaur race.
As the newly favored ones, they were already suspended in the air where the energy was most concentrated.
The golden rain of light, as if finding its best destination, madly poured into their new Zerg bodies.
Andra hovered before the army of ten thousand.
He could clearly feel the genetic chains within his body being further optimized and completed.
The light of [Anti-Magic psionic energy] gathering at the muzzles of his menacing biological bone cannons grew deeper, and their internal energy structures became more stable and deadly.
On his silver membranous wings, the dark purple energy veins began to pulse slowly with a mysterious frequency, like living things. Each pulse created a strange resonance with the surrounding space.
The genetic potential, which had only just reached the threshold of the sixth tier, was now fully activated and solidified under this baptism of divine grace!
The average strength of this newborn aerial legion was forcibly elevated by a significant margin!
Andra suddenly raised his head. His gaze pierced through the clouds, as if seeing that supreme existence seated high in the divine kingdom.
He slowly folded his wings and knelt on one knee in the sky, a thousand meters high.
"We thank the Overlord for His grace!!"
His voice, transmitted through the unique Zerg resonance, reached every Silverwing Zerg Cavalry.
In the next moment, thousands of Silverwing Zerg Cavalry in the sky moved in unison, all kneeling in reverence.
On the ground, in the mines, in the burrows, in the barracks...
Hundreds of thousands of believers who had just received evolution prostrated themselves towards the direction of the divine statue as if by prior agreement.
"May Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven!"
Devotion, fanaticism, gratitude...
The will of hundreds of thousands of believers converged into a river.
The converging torrent of faith transformed into a tangible golden tide, soaring skyward, madly pouring into Su Chen's divine spark.