Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1761 - 989: War Crisis, Massive Propaganda

Driven by the relentless promotion of undercover agents and scouts serving the Demon Monarch, the entire system became embroiled in heated discussions regarding this matter.

This news eventually reached a massive and sprawling military encampment situated even beyond the Star Nebula layer of the Ten Thousand Demon System.

At the heart of this vast camp stood a temporary palace, guarded by hundreds of Divine Phoenixes soaring above and thousands of Divine Beast Qilin stationed below.

Inside, a humanoid entity lacking a physical shell, completely shrouded in flickering purple flames, silently processed the reports delivered by his subordinates.

His aura was overwhelming; even from within the palace walls, the heat of his celestial flames radiated across the majority of the military grounds.

Though he possessed no wings, he was draped in a magnificent Emperor’s robe!

This robe was adorned with intricate planetary patterns and pulsed with immense starlight, representing the primal laws of the five elements—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—at the level of the Extreme Heaven Realm.

To every species within the Ten Thousand Demon System, this garment was the most legendary Extreme Heaven Realm Heavy Artifact in existence. Once the war attire of the former Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, its power was boundless, capable of veiling the heavens and blotting out the sun!

As the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons met his end in battle, he used his final breath to hurl this Emperor’s robe and the Emperor’s Sword across the stars to the Demon Star Lord.

While the Black Three Gods intercepted the Emperor’s Sword, the robe reached its destination.

Consequently, the appearance of this Emperor’s robe left no doubt as to the identity of the flame-shrouded humanoid.

It was the Demon Star Lord!

He was a supreme warrior and strategist who had campaigned alongside the Emperor for eons. Since the Emperor’s demise, his authority within the Demon Army had become absolute.

"Star Lord, the spies and scouts from the Star Nebula layer are currently circulating rumors. They claim the Black Sun Clan’s treaty is merely a deception to stall us, and that they intend to consume us entirely once our alliance falters. They even suggest a vanguard fleet is hiding in the nearby void to spy on us, citing the grim fates of other Star Nebula Great Clans conquered by the Black Sun Clan.

These are groundless lies meant to undermine your national strategies, Star Lord. They fail to realize that the Black Sun Clan treaty was won through your leadership, after a thousand years of relentless combat in the Northern Star Stone veins. It was only when the Black Sun Clan realized they couldn't defeat us quickly that they were forced to sign!"

An elite scout, arriving with fresh intelligence, repeated the rumors exactly as they were being told outside.

"Haha, Star Lord, who could possibly believe such nonsense? The four Demon Emperors and the various lords have thoroughly inspected their lands. There are no signs of invaders, let alone the Black Sun Clan. Has the Emperor’s son gone mad with power, spreading such fabrications?"

One of the war kings serving under the Demon Star Lord spoke with visible contempt.

"Mind your tongue, Wind King. An Emperor’s son remains an Emperor’s son and deserves respect. Furthermore, while those of us with the facts may dismiss these rumors, the many ancestor-level military units who have never seen the front lines might be swayed. Therefore, Star Lord, I suggest we publicly declare that the entire system, including all external lords and vassals, has been cleared of threats. We should also publish the Black Sun Clan treaty so every exotic beast understands the catastrophic price the Black Sun Clan would pay for breaking it!"

This steady spiritual transmission came from the individual standing closest to the Demon Star Lord.

This was the Eastern Polar Demon King, one of the most powerful external vassals in the hierarchy!

The four Demon Emperors each command a sector outside the Star Nebula layer, overseeing no fewer than twenty or thirty trillion ancestor-level troops, acting as the primary shield for the Ten Thousand Demon System.

Because they are permanently stationed at the borders, their military strength is considered second only to the elite starry sky army commanded by the Demon Star Lord himself.

Following the Eastern Polar Demon King’s suggestion, the other followers fell silent.

The Demon Star Lord gave a subtle nod: "Very well, proceed as the Eastern Polar Demon King suggested. Have our agents and scouts implement this, but ensure the counter-propaganda is widespread within the Star Nebula layer. I want to see how much longer the Emperor’s son can endure by relying solely on his father’s legacy and the favors he grants to the tribes."

Following the Demon Star Lord’s spiritual decree, the four Demon Emperors, the various lords, and the scouts of his own division began their counter-operation.

Before long, the entire system was saturated with this new information, quickly making the Emperor’s son’s policies appear ridiculous.

Even veteran factions and tribes that originally supported the Emperor’s son began to feel that a peaceful existence might be preferable.

Regardless of their grudges, the Black Sun Clan was a titan looming at the edge of the Star Nebula. What choice did they have?

Coexisting for ten eras seemed better than the alternative; after all, who could foresee the chaos that might erupt ten eras from now?

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Standing before the freezing, battered Meng Hu, Su Lin watched him as if he were a mere carcass, showing no emotion.

A terrifying sense of doom gripped the Invincible Fierce Tiger. His breathing, already shallow, became a series of ragged gasps, making him feel like a piece of meat on the White Wolf’s carving block. This sensation nearly shattered Meng Hu’s spirit; he could not comprehend why the White Wolf had bothered to drag him from the ice back to the Land of Adventure instead of killing him. The dread of the unknown consumed him, but in his crippled state, he was powerless to fight back. Within the White Wolf’s domain, he was utterly helpless.

Su Lin looked down at Meng Hu with the cold, detached eyes of a master inspecting a new slave.

"Ow——" Su Lin let out a low growl to the nearby Wolf Clan, instructing them to take the dying Siberian Tiger away and keep him under guard.

The wolves acted immediately, several of them working together to drag Meng Hu. His open wounds scraped against the rough ground, causing fresh blood to leak from his mangled flesh. A long, dark crimson trail stretched out from beneath Su Lin’s paws and vanished into the depths of the cave.

Su Lin watched the blood trail with eyes as still as the water in a deep, ancient well.

As for the remaining Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin prepared to hold a reward ceremony. This was the moment the Wolf Clan lived for, as nothing held more value to them than high-quality food.

Several wolves began to eye the exotic meat with aggressive, salivating gazes, waiting only for a signal from Su Lin to follow their instincts and feast.

Su Lin shifted his attention to the two large figures nearby. Sensing the heavy gaze of their Wolf King, Xiao Hui stood up straight, while the Little Lone Wolf remained in a respectful bow, which pleased Su Lin.

Despite his great strength, the Little Lone Wolf, acting as the lead wolf, always showed deep reverence toward Su Lin.

Xiao Hui, meanwhile, retained his playful personality despite his increased intelligence. His only ambition was to follow Su Lin into battle and spread the glory of the Wolf Clan across the Arctic.

To reward the two White Wolves who had fought so bravely, Su Lin granted them three hundred pounds of flesh each. This massive prize caused Xiao Hui to howl with delight, while the Little Lone Wolf’s excited cry conveyed his immense gratitude.

Every other White Wolf that had distinguished itself in the battle, whether they were Beta Wolves or Hài-Wolves, received their due rewards. The cave’s atmosphere turned festive, resembling a human New Year celebration, as the rewarded wolves leaped about in excitement.

Once the Wolf Clan was settled, Su Lin turned his attention to the Bear Clan that had aided him, led by the White Bear.