Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1836 - 1026: The Illusion God’s Identity! (Part 2)
Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
When the Illusion God offered his help, he simply expressed a desire to observe how far the destiny-defier could advance.
This caused the Star Sand Master, once he had fled, to always view the Illusion God as his equal.
It went beyond mere equality; at times, he even needed to follow the Illusion God's lead!
The Illusion God stood out as a singular presence amid this shadowy expanse of stars!
His network of information stretched across the cosmos, bordering on all-knowing.
The troops he led from the Prison Planet, over countless years, witnessed all dissenters' minds worn away, until only loyalists who treated the Illusion God's commands as absolute remained.
His forces numbered just over ten billion now, but they dominated the top spot in the Sea of Star Sand's strength hierarchy!
This stemmed from them being the genuine army of the Heavenly Destiny Clan!
A premier Star Nebula Great Clan's military might differed vastly from the ragged remnants of defeated foes, like night and day!
"Excellent! So, even if the Wolf Pack Civilization runs short on provisions, it won't matter, but I've heard Earth counts as a Sin Star too, Old Sin, which means you've got a fight coming your way!"
Another icy, otherworldly spiritual message came from the Illusion God, laced with a hint of mockery that clashed with the looming conflict's tension.
"Hahaha, perfect! No issues here! Illusion God, in this clash, my followers and I will spearhead the assault. Should we fall, you can pull out without hard feelings; I won't hold it against you. After all, we'd never have reached this point without your aid!"
The Star Sand Master's response boomed with enthusiasm upon receiving the Illusion God's spiritual transmission.
Despite his late-stage half-step taboo prowess, he dreaded that he might not hold back the Illusion God!
Nobody could gauge the full extent of the Illusion God's power!
Even after eons of alliance, he remained in the dark!
Besides, if the Illusion God's Heavenly Destiny Clan surged forward, just like the Wolf Civilization Army, what force would dare block their path?
What could halt them?
Only the Misfortune Line Snake, commanding the Sea of Star Sand's second-strongest faction, felt compelled to interject: "Star Sand Master, under those terms, how do I rally my local troops to join the fray?"
The Misfortune Line Snake oversaw the vast array of indigenous powers across the immense Sea of Star Sand!
Though resources were scarce in the Sea of Star Sand, its endless reaches teemed with native lifeforms.
These local groups, through the sin system, siphoned gains from rival major clans and fierce demon raiders, forming the runner-up power bloc.
"Rally?"
The Star Sand Master gradually turned his attention toward the Misfortune Line Snake, then unleashed a spiritual intent brimming with lethal menace: "No rallying required; execute any who refuse outright! Besides, the Sea of Star Sand is their turf, not ours. Naturally, Misfortune Line Snake, since you didn't escape the Prison Planet alongside me and the Illusion God, if you're set on dying, I can make it happen!"
Once this spiritual intent rippled out, the Misfortune Line Snake held back from replying further.
For ever since that prior incident, where he hinted at seeking parity with the Star Sand Master and Illusion God, he'd encountered endless hurdles, and the Star Sand Master had blatantly revealed his restrained true might.
Late-stage half-step taboo!
Paired with a sinful half-step taboo Blazing Undying Body!
A chasm as wide as a galaxy separated the Misfortune Line Snake's strength from the Master's!
With the Misfortune Line Snake falling silent on spiritual intents, the Star Sand Master ordered his subordinates to haul in the captured Phantom Army survivors, plus the Charm Fox and Shadow of Plague!
A fight was brewing, right?
Outstanding!
The Star Sand Master had never imagined a fledgling Star Nebula Great Clan like the Wolf Pack Civilization could push them this hard!
Since they craved the game, he'd indulge them!
As the Wolf Civilization Army drew near, he intended to stack the Phantom Army's skulls, along with those of the Charm Fox and Shadow of Plague, into a grand display at the capital, then simmer their remains into a hearty broth to greet the weary Wolf Civilization after its journey across dozens of light-years!
Though the Star Sand Master never compelled the Illusion God to remain, nor leveraged his Heavenly Clan betrayal secrets for leverage, the Illusion God chose not to depart.
He hovered in dazzling splendor amid the starlight over the Thirty-six Passes.
His presence exuded an aura detached from mortal concerns, shining unmistakably even within the overwhelming stellar glow.
Meanwhile, his personal force of over ten billion Heavenly Destiny Army stood in rigid formation; they were equipped to the teeth with diverse Star Energy Weapons, anchoring the final defensive line across the Sea of Star Sand's Thirty-six Passes.
The Heavenly Destiny Army boasted the finest array of Star Energy Weapons in existence!
Every warrior donned matching War Armor, reinforced by tens of billions of Star Energy Mecha scattered throughout!
Tens of billions of Star Energy Mecha!
That staggering count alone highlighted the Heavenly Destiny Army's formidable might.
For tens of billions of Star Energy Mecha meant tens of billions of half-step Heavenly Venerables, each packing devastating firepower!
Moreover, supporting the Heavenly Destiny Army were hundreds of full Star Sky Mother Ship fleets, plus countless Star Energy Miniature Fighters and Star Energy Beasts, to name a few!
One could say the Sea of Star Sand's power list featured numerous factions that refused mutual recognition!
Yet the Illusion God's private army claimed the top rank without contest, hailed universally as the unchallenged supreme force!
As the Illusion God peered into the infinite starry void, his eyes sparkled with intrigue and eagerness, pondering inwardly, "That final deal of mine was well worth it. I even uncovered your true self, hahaha, but I'm genuinely eager to see how far you'll climb, you who rose to Overlord status from a backwater First-level Life Planet. Defying fate usually spells doom beneath the Heavenly Clan's onslaught, but I yearn to behold that rare outlier!"
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Positioned in front of Meng Hu, he stared down at Meng Hu as though appraising a soulless husk, his expression icy and impassive, without a flicker of feeling.
A heavy sense of peril instantly cloaked the Invincible Fierce Tiger's form, making the barely breathing Meng Hu draw in a sharp breath, feeling utterly like helpless prey laid out on the White Wolf's board, ready for the knife—this dread almost shattered Meng Hu's resolve. The Invincible Fierce Tiger couldn't fathom why the White Wolf hadn't simply ended him, choosing instead to drag him out from the icy depths back to the Land of Adventure. This unknown horror flooded Meng Hu's mind, yet in his frail state, resistance was impossible; though turmoil churned inside him, being in the White Wolf's domain at the Land of Adventure rendered it futile.
Su Lin examined the Meng Hu in front of him like a superior lord inspecting a retrieved servant, his gaze overflowing with contempt.
"Awuuu—" Su Lin let out a subdued howl near the Wolf Clan, directing them to remove the fading Siberia Tiger and guard him closely.
The nearby Wolf Clan members acted at once, with a few teaming up to haul Meng Hu off, his injuries grinding against the terrain, reopening decayed gashes to spill new blood, thin streaks of crimson stretching out from under Su Lin, appearing boundless.
Su Lin watched the trail of blood, his eyes calm and still like a deep, unchanging pool.
Regarding the leftover Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin planned to distribute rewards according to contributions next, a ritual the entire Wolf Clan eagerly awaited—since for them, sustenance overshadowed all else.
A handful of Wolf Clan individuals started fixating on the adjacent Variant Species Flesh with salivating stares, their eyes alight with hunger, poised to surge forward on instinct at Su Lin's signal.
Su Lin's attention shifted to two imposing silhouettes off to the side; Xiao Hui sensed their Wolf King's intense scrutiny and straightened up promptly, while Little Lone Wolf maintained his constant deferential hunch, eyes full of respect, which greatly satisfied Su Lin.
As the Lead Wolf, Little Lone Wolf, despite his immense strength, always showed deference toward Su Lin.
And true to form, Xiao Hui's spirited demeanor, bolstered by heightened smarts, stayed as playful as a young child's, brimming with zeal to trail Su Lin in claiming territories and extending the Wolf Clan's renown across the Arctic.