Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1728: 973: The End of an Era (Part 2)
Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
The situation shifted into a total rout the moment the Nightmare Army merged with over a dozen Peak and Ultimate Venerables.
The various Star Nebula Great Clans were forced into temporary alliances, struggling just to scavenge leftover resources and providence from the periphery of the conflict.
This was the brutal reality of the law of the jungle and the Heavenly Dao Laws.
Because the Wolf Lord had restrained himself from participating directly, these Star Nebula Great Clans felt they had been given a fair chance; thus, they harbored little resentment toward the outcome.
However, the leadership of the Phantom Demon and Black Sun Tribes soon focused their attention on the commander of the Nightmare Army.
Despite being saturated with Illusion Demon Power and carrying a heavy aura of Illusion Demon True Intent, the unmistakable potency of Shadow Origin and Illusion Origin radiating from its form could not be denied.
This revelation caused the powerhouses of the Phantom Demon and Black Sun Tribes to react instantly!
They deduced that after the Wolf Lord had crushed the "Nightmare," the legacy of that entity must have been inherited by his followers.
Only such a development could explain why the preeminent Vein Master of the Fifth Vein was present in this state!
Nevertheless, as they observed the Illusion Demon True Intent completely consuming the consciousness of this former top Vein Master, the high-ranking members of the Phantom Demon and Black Sun Tribes fell into a somber silence.
It was clear that the commander was beyond saving.
Even if the Lord of the Black Sun Tribe were to personally purge the Illusion Demon True Intent, the individual would be left with no memories.
They would become a tabula rasa, stripped of their Secret Art Talents, Life-taking Arts, and lifetimes of combat expertise.
Suppressing their internal grief, the leaders of the Black Sun Tribe turned their focus back to the urgent task of plundering the wealth and resources held within the Radiant Sun Tribe’s strongholds.
A grim contrast defined the battlefield: while various factions aggressively carved up the Radiant Sun Tribe’s fortune, the air was filled with the lamentations and cries of hundreds of billions of defeated Radiant Sun soldiers.
Time trickled away amidst this scene of absolute conquest.
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Months flew by in what seemed like a heartbeat!
The process of dismantling and dividing the Radiant Sun Tribe’s strongholds persisted for several months due to the sheer scale of the spoils.
The providence of the Radiant Sun Tribe was akin to a boundless sea, and the treasures stored within their fortifications were nearly inexhaustible.
Eventually, the protracted struggle for the Radiant Sun Star System’s assets reached its formal conclusion.
The Wolf Pack Civilization emerged as the primary victor, claiming roughly sixty percent of all resources and fortune.
Though dissatisfied, the remaining Star Nebula Great Clans had no choice but to accept their diminished share.
Furthermore, they withdrew the bulk of their military forces to the outer edges of the nebula surrounding the Radiant Sun Stars.
Despite their significant contributions to the Wolf Pack Civilization’s victory, they remained wary.
In the ruthless darkness of the starry sky, and because they were late to defect to the Wolf Pack’s side without prior negotiations, they were uncertain of what the Wolf Pack’s ultimate attitude toward them would be.
During these months of transition, the surrendered members of the Radiant Sun Tribe were systematically transported to Earth for processing.
The Wolf Pack Civilization reorganized them into two elite military divisions: the Blazing Angel Army Group and the Flame Angel Army Group!
Simultaneously, the very name of the Radiant Sun Tribe was officially struck from existence by the Wolf Pack.
This signified the absolute downfall of the Radiant Sun Tribe’s era as a supreme Overlord.
It also brought a definitive close to the unprecedented war of the Haori Star System.
The ancient powers of the past, having endured three massive Star Wars over millennia, were finally reduced to ash.
Names that once commanded the heavens—Uranus, Neptune, Jupiter, Saturn, Mercury, Venus, Mars, and the Radiant Sun Stars—had all vanished like fading smoke.
The Wolf Pack Civilization stood alone as the final victor, established as the new Overlord of this system!
Even the remnants of the Jupiter Star Group’s Ancestor Level army, numbering nearly two trillion, were dismantled and integrated into other military branches.
Unlike the Radiant Sun Tribe, the species within the Jupiter Star Group were varied and lacked a singular bloodline; dispersing them did not interfere with their ability to stack secret techniques, ensuring their combat effectiveness remained intact.
Now, the entirety of the Haori Star System fell under the jurisdiction of the Wolf Pack Civilization.
However, this "Three-Day Unified System" was so vast that the Wolf Pack could not yet monitor every corner, allowing hidden threats to begin taking root in the shadows.
Specifically, the Veteran Peak Heavenly Venerables of Bright Sun, the Shadow Demon, and the Red Sun Empire began flooding the region with spies and infiltrators upon learning of the Wolf Pack’s total triumph.
Bright Sun and Red Sun, being five-level star systems in close proximity, could not afford to ignore the rise of this new Dominator.
Yet, none were bold enough to launch an immediate invasion.
Even with access to a Space-Time Altar, moving a massive army required staggering resources and thousands of successful jumps.
The maximum range of a Space-Time Altar was limited to roughly billions of kilometers, and the cost of using a Star Sky Altar was prohibitive.
This was the reason why the Star Nebula Great Clan backing Jupiter had only sent high-level experts rather than a full-scale invasion force.
The Undead Army Group was the sole exception, as their spiritual forms allowed for space-time travel with minimal energy consumption.
Despite these complexities, the battered Three-Day Unified System World was finally brought under a single banner.
The flag of the Wolf Pack Civilization was hoisted upon every major planet across the system!
At the same time, the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly and the Dream Guards carried an official proclamation to every corner of the wilderness.
This document served as a formal invitation from the Wolf Pack Civilization to all surviving independent experts, minor factions, and the unaligned Star Nebula Great Clans.
They were summoned to Earth to participate in the celebration of the world's unification!
A ten-year national banquet was announced to honor the system world.
During this festival, the system would be renamed, and rewards would be bestowed upon the Exotic Beasts and factions that aided in the unification.
This event was to be the first official act of the Wolf Pack Civilization as the New Star Dominator, marking the dawn of a new age.
The longevity of this era would depend on their ability to maintain control over this miraculous, unified system.
After all, ruling a star system is often a far greater challenge than conquering it.
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Standing before Meng Hu, the White Wolf looked down at him as if he were already a corpse—indifferent, cold, and devoid of emotion.
An overwhelming sense of peril gripped the Invincible Fierce Tiger. Meng Hu, whose breathing was shallow, gasped sharply; he felt like a piece of meat on a butcher's block, waiting for the final blow. The terror of the unknown nearly broke his spirit. He could not fathom why the White Wolf had bothered to retrieve him from the ice and bring him to the Land of Adventure instead of killing him on the spot. Though panic surged within him, his crippled state left him unable to offer even a hint of resistance. Within the White Wolf's core territory, any struggle was meaningless.
Su Lin regarded Meng Hu with the detached perspective of a high sovereign inspecting a newly acquired slave.
“Howl—” Su Lin let out a low command to his subordinates, gesturing for them to remove the dying Siberian Tiger and place him under heavy guard.
The nearby wolves moved instantly. Several of them dragged Meng Hu away, his festering wounds scraping against the rough ground and reopening. A trail of dark blood stretched from Su Lin’s paws and wound its way out of the cave.
Su Lin watched the crimson trail with eyes that remained as tranquil as the water in an ancient well.
Turning his attention to the remaining Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin prepared to distribute rewards—a moment the entire Wolf Clan lived for. To them, no honor was greater than the feast provided by their leader.