Many Forms

These transformations allowed Edrick to learn what the lost species created by Eltysia used to look like–And the Undersky Elves were actually the most surprising out of the bunch... Not only was the boost to his constitution so great that he could feel it occur mid-transformation, but they were clearly not meant to be fighters.

Or at least, it was clear that hunting hadn’t been their main source of food. They were more built to be farmers than anything else, hence the enhanced constitution compared to the Underblood Elves and Underwood Elves.

More noticeable from the outside, however, was their wheat-coloured hair that shone with a bright golden glow under the sun, and their pale skin that also shimmered under sunlight. They probably looked almost ethereal as they worked the fields and walked the streets of their peaceful, cosy villages…

Taking on the form of a champion of this species might not change his facial structure or body type that much, apart from the height increase. However, the skin and hair absolutely sent out a vibe opposite to his usual self. He looked almost angelic when the sun was bright. But of course, blond hair would usually look awful on him if not for the other accompanying physical changes.

A blond Anoteros was a bizarre sight that had put off everyone who had seen it when he had tried partly transforming, and only kept the hair modified… Frankly, he himself found it off-putting.

Apart from this, the ability acquired from the Undersky Elf Champion Bloodline was to improve land fertility–And when transformed, he could indeed feel that there was a connection established between him and the soil. He was uncertain whether he was passively doing something or if he needed to channel this ability, though.

He personally assumed that there was a passive and active aspect to it, but he wasn’t yet managing to fully harness this new ability even when fully transformed.

Although the constitution boost was significant, this particular form wasn’t very adapted for combat–Unlike the next one he switched to.

The scion’s skin began to turn a dark shade of green as his body grew in height and size. His hair grew in length, becoming messy and brown like tree bark.

Unlike the previous forms, this one did not turn his ears pointy. Instead, it turned his facial structure into something more primitive and primal.

‘Still feels weird with this one…’

Edrick was used to size changes with his sasquatch transformation, but unlike his bestial form, he remained much more human-like. He could stand in the same manner as usual, but with a boosted height.

The Baumsaftgar Champion transformation pushed his height to two meters and fifty centimeters... A thirty-centimeter increase in just a few seconds, on top of further widening his frame.

The increase in strength was massive. Baumsaftgars had clearly been tribal brutes without much brain, and thus focused entirely on physical prowess and forming groups. It was also quite obvious that they shared a lot with the Blutgar. The latter almost seemed like an evolved and more refined version of a Baumsaftgar…

In fact, Anoteros was starting to believe that Crimonia had been created using Baumsaftgars and Underblood Elves as a basis.

Whether that was true or not, the ability that came with the bloodline from the plains savages was much simpler compared to the rest, being mostly passive and only requiring a small amount of focus to be made active.

The tribal ability was much as the name implied: It was a boost granted to oneself and to other ‘tribe members’. In the noble’s case, since he was the patriarch of his residence, it seemed to consider him to be the chieftain, and his possessions as his tribespeople. The presence of his ‘tribespeople’ empowered him, and he in turn could empower them by willing it.

Using the tribal ability without being transformed wasn’t yet possible for him, but he believed that it was coming along swimmingly. It was only a matter of time.

…Finally, he assumed the form of the Blutgar Champion–The champion variant of something that was basically already a champion of the realm.

It went without saying that the boosts this form provided left all of the other forms in the dust. The only reason to care for the other forms was the specific boons they granted–As in terms of pure ‘stats’, this one was number one without the shadow of a doubt.

It also came along with the ability to control ambient energy with ease. Well, it would when Anoteros figured that thing out. As a cultivator, raw energy manipulation wasn’t something he had ever been properly exposed to.

Such things were more fit for the so-called mages. They were the ones who could command ambient energies at their whim freely. Even then, such a skill wasn’t part of the basics for them…

Regardless, the Blutgar form was even taller than that of the Baumsaftgar, bumping Edrick’s height to two meters and sixty centimeters… Yet, despite the incredible height, the absurdly long hair that went down to his waist, and the crimson skin, the one thing that was most noticeable when he took upon this form was the baffling size of his fifth member.

With the other forms, this particular part of his body followed the usual twisted logic, always remaining incredibly large, receiving only a few slight modifications to match his increased body size and such.

As a Baumsaftgar, it was already larger than usual by a fairly large amount, but as a Blutgar? That thing was utterly unwieldy to the point of ridiculousness, despite the real Blutgar having had a long, but somewhat slender third leg. Anoteros was stuck with something girthier than his normal tool, and much more lengthy.

When flaccid, it went lower than his knees, and it grew further when erect. There was literally no one in his residence who could take it in full, even with Balls To The Wall activated. In fact, no one could even take this thing halfway.

His wives definitely enjoyed playing with something so massive, but when it came to actual mating, it was simply way too much.

The saving grace was that when flaccid, it was actually surprisingly bendy. Therefore, if he threw on some clothes, he could somewhat tuck it in a way that prevented it from flying all over the place with any sudden motion.

‘To think that this thing will also get bigger if my actual club gets larger is… Quite something’

…This wasn’t even the end of it. Anoteros had not yet managed to do it, but as a Blutgar, he could initiate a second transformation into the same red beast Crimonia had turned into during their fight. He had the feeling that this thing’s sceptre would be even more ridiculous…

‘I really need to get some clothes that can change form with me. Otherwise, I’ll end up with my thing flopping all over the place uncontrollably when I try shapeshifting…’