Just as William and Fenrir were undergoing their transformation, the outside world underwent a sudden and drastic change.
Led by the Godslayer Guild, which had lost an important member, Barton, a total of eighteen factions of various sizes completed their negotiations and formed a temporary alliance within just one day.
They established a joint command headquarters in a deserted town far from Tianqi.
The meeting room was filled with smoke, and the sound of arguing was almost constant.
"Our Godslayer Guild provided the main force, with our SS-Rank boss personally overseeing things. We lost an S-Rank brother, so we must take the lion's share of the spoils!"
"Bullshit! The intelligence was obtained at the cost of our Iron Wall Mercenary Group's lives! If we hadn't saved those scouts, you'd still be in the dark!"
Hearing this, the other factions couldn't help but scoff. "At the cost of your lives?" Did they really think no one else was there at the time!
"Our Thunder God Guild sent the most people! Two hundred A-Level brothers came!"
"Is quantity useful? High-end combat power is the key! Our Night Shadow has two S-Class Hunter and excels in assassinations and surprise attacks!"
Interests, naked interests.
Everyone wanted to take the biggest bite out of this piece of fat that seemed to be within easy reach.
Ultimately, under the martial intimidation of the Godslayer Guild's SS-Rank leader, Rex,
Everyone accepted the plan to first destroy Tianqi and then distribute the benefits according to their respective contributions.
After this alliance, a rough list of the allied forces was released.
Top-tier combat power: 2 SS-Rank Hunter, 16 S-Class Hunter.
Elite combat power: over 500 A-Level Talent Users.
Main combat power: over 3,000 B-Level and C-Level Talent users.
Support and reserve forces: approximately 4,000 D-Level and below, responsible for logistics, security, and cleanup.
A total of nearly eight thousand people in the crusade alliance, like a slowly starting war machine, began to move and assemble in the direction of Apocalypse Base.
They did not hide their movements; grand and imposing, they comprised more than half of America's top-tier combat power, enough to crush all obstacles.
While preparing to attack Tianqi, the alliance command did not forget to pay attention to the currently recognized strongest power in America.
The Sentinel Alliance, composed of the remnants of the former government and numerous powerful individuals.
According to scout reports, the Sentinel Alliance remained silent regarding the movements toward Tianqi, showing no signs of intervention or mediation, seemingly happy to watch these civilian factions exhaust each other.
This undoubtedly gave the alliance a sense of reassurance.
"We all know what the Sentinels are thinking."
Rex grinned savagely at the representatives of the seventeen factions during the final pre-war meeting.
"They want to be the fisherman? Then they'll have to see if we, the snipe and the clam, will tear the fishing net apart first! We'll swallow Tianqi."
"Once we successfully take Tianqi, our wealth will at least double! By then, the Sentinel Alliance will have to be polite to our Eighteen Allied Forces!"
Target, Apocalypse Base! Crush them!
"Roar—!"
Greed and murderous intent permeated the air above the allied forces... Tianqi Command Room.
A day and a night had passed.
The pulsing of the two dark red blood cocoons reached its peak, the blood vessel patterns on the surface glowing blindingly bright.
"Crack..."
A slight cracking sound rang out.
The blood cocoon on the left was the first to split open a gap, followed by a chain reaction as the cocoon body rapidly cracked and peeled away.
First to emerge was a hand with distinct knuckles and pale skin.
Then, William slowly stood up from the broken cocoon shell.
His originally neat short blond hair had now grown to his shoulders, and the color had become purer and brighter, like a burning sun.
His emerald-green eyes were gone, replaced by scarlet pupils as translucent as Lilith's, though the color was slightly lighter, appearing deeper and more rational.
His facial features seemed more handsome and well-defined; the elegance in his temperament had not diminished, but was instead more prominent due to a hint of inhuman mystery and calmness between his brows.
He opened his mouth, revealing the vampire Fangs slightly protruding from both sides of his upper jaw, adding a touch of dangerous charm to him.
His height hadn't changed much, still around 185 centimeters, but his physique had become more proportionate and upright, with muscle lines that were smooth and contained hidden power, as if every inch of his body had undergone the most precise optimization.
He looked at Lilith's back on the seat, his scarlet eyes flashing with absolute respect and a strange glow of rebirth.
He bowed slightly to Lilith, then took a set of black slim-fit uniforms that had been prepared nearby and put them on unhurriedly.
His movements were meticulous, like the most professional butler.
Almost simultaneously, the blood cocoon on the right also burst open.
A wild, domineering aura full of primal power rushed out.
Fenrir stepped out from it.
His originally shoulder-length black hair had now exploded in length to his waist.
His originally amber eyes had also turned a fiery scarlet, his gaze sharp as a knife, carrying undisguised wildness.
The contours of his face were more rugged, his jawline well-defined.
The biggest change was in his physique.
His height, which was originally nearly two meters, had now reached 2.3 meters!
With broad shoulders and a thick chest, his muscles were not bloated lumps but smooth, proportionate lines full of explosive power, like a top-tier leopard.
Just by standing there, a powerful, suffocating pressure naturally spread out, as if an ancient beast that could erupt and devour people at any moment had temporarily retracted its claws and was walking in human form.
He also looked at Lilith, the wildness in his scarlet eyes quickly transforming into fervent loyalty and awe when they touched that petite figure.
He grinned, revealing Fangs more prominent than William's, with a wild smile.
He casually grabbed a specially made black tank top and put it on, the tight fabric perfectly outlining the hard muscle contours of his body.
William's elegant figure was like a noble butler of the dark night, while Fenrir's wild figure was like a humanoid beast.
The two completed their transformation, turned at the same time toward the seat by the window, and knelt on one knee.
"Leader."
Their voices were respectful, yet contained the powerful confidence of having been reborn.
Lilith kicked the wall with her foot, and the swivel chair slowly turned around.
Lilith was still curled up inside, her snow-white long hair almost drowning her small body.
Her ruby-like eyes calmly observed her two brand-new subordinates.
After a few seconds, the corners of her delicate little face curled up slightly into an almost invisible arc.
A crisp, youthful voice with a hint of satisfied laughter rang softly in the command room.
"How do you feel?"
Bat isn't even awake yet~ Who's calling me?
If Bat grows up... never mind, what if *that* time of the month comes? Let's just keep things as they are (●'◡'●)