My Mythical World

Chapter 15: The Emergence of Elves and Druids

The world, in its primal form, unfolded as a tumultuous spectacle of cosmic forces. The queen ant, on the precipice of impending demise, sought sanctuary in the deepest recesses of the earth's. Driven by a vengeful desire to subjugate humanity, the queen ant issued a commanding decree to her vast colony, igniting a relentless assault that transcended the boundaries of seas, lands, and skies. Countless obsidian soldier ants, with their razor-sharp mandibles and indomitable will, swarmed across the globe, leaving devastation in their wake.

Even the god-like being dwelling in the abyssal depths of the ocean, the malevolent deity known as Cthulhu, succumbed to the relentless jaws of the voracious ants. As the queen ant devoured the malevolent deity, her mental acuity surged, and her wounds swiftly regenerated, elevating her power beyond measure.

For centuries, Cthulhu had reigned as the undisputed overlord of the oceanic realm, its dominion unchallenged. Yet now, it found itself succumbing to the ceaseless onslaught of the aquatic ants, its formidable might rendered futile against the overwhelming encroachment of their relentless colonies, akin to an unstoppable tidal surge.

At this critical juncture, the eternal adversary of Cthulhu, the third-generation sovereign of the oceanic realm, the Dragon King Beast, emerged to its aid. Recognizing the devouring ants as a common nemesis of all races, the Dragon King Beast gallantly intervened, intertwining its fate with that of the malevolent deity.

With the Dragon King Beast's assistance,Cthulhu narrowly evaded annihilation. However, during this time, the queen ant, fueled by her insatiable hunger for power, underwent a profound metamorphosis. Her cranium enlarged, harboring an intellect that surpassed all other creatures, solidifying her dominion over the ant realm.

The human race, bearing the brunt of the relentless assault, suffered immeasurable losses. The previous generation's Emperor, gravely injured in his valiant quest to target the queen ant, succumbed to illness shortly after his return to the tribe.

Before his untimely passing, he solemnly bequeathed the Spear of Destiny to the next-generation Emperor, imparting his final instructions with heartfelt solemnity: "Seek the Stone Tablet of Truth, illuminate the minds of our people, and unite wisdom with martial strength. Forge an alliance encompassing all races and eradicate the insidious ant scourge!"

The newly crowned king, burdened by this perilous charge, raised the Spear of Destiny with tearful eyes and declared, "The human race shall prevail, and my life's purpose shall be the eradication of the ant menace!"

Unyielding, they forged alliances with other formidable creatures, weaving an entente alliance of unity to form an impenetrable encirclement against the devouring ants.

Five generations of Emperor dedicated their lives to combating the relentless ant swarm. Human civilization thrived, marked by the creation of exquisite alloyed equipment, crafted with unparalleled precision and artistry. Moreover, the sagacious members of diverse races embarked on collaborative research, delving into strategic tactics and refining profound cultivation techniques, significantly augmenting the strength of all races.

Even in the twilight of his years, Emperor Ren led his troops personally, descending into the depths of the ant clan's subterranean stronghold, venturing three thousand meters beneath the earth's surface.

Though the human king successfully breached the ant clan's central stronghold, a city enshrouded in a millennium of ant dominion, it ultimately eluded his grasp, an elusive prize slipping through his fingers like sand through an hourglass.

The Fifth Generation Emperor stood as the last bastion of his lineage, his war-torn body bearing the accumulated scars of countless battles. Despite the elixir of longevity, his wounds proved unhealable, etching a testament of sacrifice and resilience on his noble frame. Lacking heirs, he devoted every ounce of his remaining energy to the welfare of his civilization.

Upon his passing, the Sixth Generation 

Emperor ascended to the throne, shouldering the weighty mantle of leadership. Meanwhile, the ant queen, Bertha, having narrowly evaded annihilation twice, embarked on introspection. Recognizing the limitations of brute force, she redirected her focus toward the cultivation of elite warriors, ushering in a new era of the ant realm's evolution. Through relentless consumption, melding various metals and harnessing the essence of formidable creatures, she succeeded in birthing a pantheon of ant heroes.

Each possessed unique attributes, whether it be prodigious strength, the mastery of psychic assaults, or heightened mental acuity. The queen's creations surpassed all rivals, with each hero standing on par with the indomitable Griffin King in terms of prowess and sheer might.

But beyond their individual strengths, these ant heroes bore a remarkable distinctionthey possessed individual consciousness, leading their own legions of ant colonies and sharing the queen's burden.

The true terror of the ant heroes lay not solely in their personal strength, for even with the queen's vast resources, their number remained limited to a mere hundred. Their true menace lay in their commanding prowess, the strategic brilliance with which they orchestrated their ant colonies. Ant colonies led by these heroes proved tenfold more formidable than before, employing intricate tactics of encirclement, flanking maneuvers, and strategic lures, leaving the alliance of races led by humans in a perpetual state of retreat, while the obsidian swarms consumed all in their path.

Thirty percent of Earth's once-lush surface transformed into a desolate desert, a barren expanse bereft of life's vibrant tapestry. The devouring ants seized control of seventy percent of the land, imposing their dominion upon the conquered territories. Even the venerable Alliance of the Myriad Races could only find refuge within the heartwood sanctuary of the Sacred Tree, their last bastion against the relentless tide.

Jiang Ping, a lone observer in his home, gazed upon the dire panorama with somber recognition. The devouring ants, aptly named for their insatiable appetite, had become the bane of the Primordial world, threatening the delicate balance of existence. It had become a harrowing conflict, pitting one race against countless others, including the human race that Jiang Ping himself fervently supported. The ants had established dominion over all, a haunting testament to their relentless conquest.

"Countless territories have succumbed to the insidious might of the devouring ants. With the queen ant depleting the resources within these lands, the Myriad Races shall be left powerless to retaliate," Jiang Ping murmured, his voice a soft ripple amidst the vast expanse of the gray wasteland. His gaze, filled with melancholy, beheld the scarred earth, where the indomitable spirit of life had been irrevocably marred.

Jiang Ping and Qianying stood together beneath the shimmering night sky, their eyes reflecting the weight of the world upon their shoulders. The sixth-generation Empress, a woman whose regal presence emanated strength and resilience, confessed her doubts and fears in the quiet solitude of the sacred tree Lahil embrace. Tears glistened in her eyes as she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, concealed from the outside world.

In the midst of their refuge, the once-vibrant lands now occupied by the insidious Devouring Ants, the Ten Thousand Clans of the alliance found themselves pushed to the brink of annihilation. The relentless march of the ants, fueled by their insatiable hunger and unyielding influence, left the remaining territories at the heart of the realm as the only sanctuary. With each passing day, the Queen Ants grew stronger, consuming the precious resources of the conquered lands, bringing the imminent threat of destruction ever closer.

The burden of leadership weighed heavily upon the Empress, her every waking moment consumed by the struggle for survival. Sleep became a rare luxury, as she devoted herself tirelessly to the cause, fighting on the front lines, making strategic decisions, and rallying the forces against the encroaching darkness. But behind her stoic facade, hidden from the world's gaze, she allowed herself to weep, finding solace in the darkness of night.

Seeking guidance, she turned her attention to Lahil, the ancient divine tree, revered as the mother of all life, the first creation of God. With a touch as gentle as a summer breeze, she caressed the sacred tree and directed her gaze, filled with determination, toward its towering branches.

"Divine Lahil, you are the embodiment of creation, noble in your essence. Yet, you also embody the voracious nature of the Devouring Ants, denying other creatures the chance to thrive. Can you now reveal to me the path to save the human race, to save all spirits, and to save our world?" Her voice held both urgency and hope as she sought guidance from the ancient being.

Under the velvety night sky, stars twinkled through the intricate patterns formed by the Lahils branches. A leaf gently swept across the Empresses face, as if wiping away her tears, a silent comfort bestowed by Lahil.

A soft, gentle voice resonated in the depths of the Empresses mind, weaving its way through her thoughts. "To save the human race and the world, are you willing to forego the cycle of reincarnation? To lose yourself in endless battles, becoming a relentless machine driven solely by the instinct to kill? Are you willing to witness the loss of self in the pursuit of preserving the group?"

The Empresses eyes widened, her resolve solidifying. With unwavering determination, she responded, "I am willing! I would rather be lost in an eternal war, a machine of slaughter, than bear witness to the demise of my people!"

"Very well," Lahil replied, her voice resonating with ancient wisdom. "The Devouring Ants will eventually consume all, and I too shall not escape their grasp. Let us forge a contract, and from this moment forth, you shall become an immortal warrior, eternally bound to me!"

Jiang Ping, a witness to this extraordinary exchange, marveled at the unexpected turn of events. The sacred tree Lahil, once thought to be an arbiter of balance, had now taken up arms in the battle. "Is this the emergence of the elf lineage?" Jiang Ping pondered, amazed at the tree's evolution toward becoming the World Tree. It seemed that only through the crucible of war could such growth be achieved. 

Lahil, having languished as a passive observer for so long, had now chosen to join the fray. In the wake of the sixth-generation Empresses contract, other female warriors followed suit, their destinies intertwined with the sacred tree.

A family of elves emerged, their immortality tied to the divine tree's origin. They possessed bodies capable of harmonizing with the sacred tree, brimming with boundless energy. Each elf became a formidable force, capable of battling even the mightiest of dragons.

With the appearance of the elves and their druidic kin, the tide began to turn against the Devouring Ants. The heroes of the ant tribes found themselves bewildered by the newfound power of these enigmatic creatures. The elves possessed not only extraordinary combat prowess, but upon their deaths, they would transform into ethereal beings, leaving no trace of their physical form. Rising from the ashes, they would continue the fight, their resilience seemingly boundless.

As long as the divine tree stood firm and its energy flowed, the elves would be resurrected without end. Yet, this seeming invincibility carried a profound cost. With each resurrection, the souls of the elves merged deeper into the essence of the sacred tree, losing their individual consciousness. They became mere "replicants" with retained memories, their ultimate fate sealed from the moment they signed the contract.

Amidst the relentless battles, other primordial races, inspired by the human Empereses sacrifice, embarked on their own quest to forge contracts with Lahil, the divine tree. Countless lives were sacrificed in this pursuit, but a select few paragon's eventually succeeded. These beings gained the ability to assume human forms while retaining their formidable true bodies, becoming unparalleled in strength.

Jiang Ping sighed, marveling at the emergence of the druids. With the combined might of the elves and druids, the Devouring Ants found themselves pushed back, their forces dwindling as casualties mounted. Forced to retreat, they receded into the desolate desert of death.

The Devouring Ants, relentless in their pursuit of dominion, refused to accept defeat. Deep beneath the earth's surface, Queen Bertha seethed with rage, her voice echoing through the subterranean depths. "Damn you, Lahil! Even you dare to thwart my rule over this world! One day, I will strike at the heart of the realm and fell your sacred self!"

It seemed that the devouring ants were destined to annihilate all races, but the divine tree Lahil had emerged from its long slumber, forging an unprecedented alliance with the human race. The battle for survival had reached a critical juncture, and the fate of the world hung in the balance.

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