Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1946 - 1083: The Hundred Stars Alliance Defeated! (Part 2)

"Wail, wail, wail, Lord of Yangyang, where have you all vanished to?"

Several war generals unleashed cries of sorrow, yet the only reply from the Wolf Pack Civilization was continued ruthless slaughter.

Within mere decades, the Flame Sun Army found itself utterly routed, stripped of any defensive capability.

From an initial force of nearly twenty trillion, ten trillion had fallen, while the remainder fled in pure hysteria.

However, attempting to escape without the security of a battle formation was akin to livestock waiting for the slaughterer's blade.

"Exterminate them! Every resource seized becomes our property! We have sacrificed enough; the time for our rewards has arrived!"

Radiant Sun Princess shrieked at the vanguard of the assault.

The bloodthirsty aura radiating from her intensified, and her combat efficacy reached new, terrifying heights!

Following two millennia of relentless warfare, she shattered another bottleneck, achieving the late stage of the Tenth Heaven.

An expert Holy Angel at the late stage of the Tenth Heaven now stood as an equal to the Black Sun Commander of the Nightmare Army.

In terms of military success, raw power, and reputation, Radiant Sun Princess had become a primary emblem of the Wolf Pack Civilization.

During the carnage at the Sea of Star Sand, she grasped the value of utilizing every tactic, shattering enemy morale while commanding grand strategy on a massive scale.

Through this campaign, she truly understood the essence of waging a brutal, unforgiving conflict.

Perhaps the entire Wangshu Zone regarded the Hundred Stars Alliance as weaklings incapable of resistance.

Yet, their ability to endure for so long between the colossal Red Sun Empire and the Bright Day System spoke volumes.

Radiant Sun Princess observed firsthand the commitment of the Flame Sun Army and those elite aces of the Hundred Stars Alliance who fought to their last breath, witnessing their generals and kings charging into battle, sacrificing themselves without hesitation.

Had their morale and fighting spirit stayed intact, these elite forces would not have fallen so easily.

"Kill them all! Even the Lord of Yangyang and your fabled Hundred Stars Godslaying Army cannot deliver you! Surrender now and your lives shall be spared!"

Radiant Sun Princess unleashed psychological warfare alongside her commands.

Her words caused the retreating masses to falter!

Those forces that hesitated, even those who did not fully yield, were immediately executed by the three main military groups.

Only a select few elite members of the Hundred Stars Alliance, who had long since reached their breaking point, knelt and bowed to preserve their lives.

Within the Wolf Pack Civilization, under the strict and repeated directives of the Wolf Lord, prisoners and those who surrendered were forbidden from being killed.

As these soldiers knelt, the act spread rapidly through the ranks.

After all, they had already discarded their courage, their noble creeds, and their very foundations of belief.

Yet, exactly when the Flame Sun Army and the Hundred Stars Alliance crumbled, having lost all will to defend themselves and begun to crawl like dogs,

An army stained with endless blood emerged at the battlefield's perimeter.

Above them fluttered a Star Sky Battle Flag, inscribed with ancient soul patterns.

It was the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army!

At their head stood none other than the Lord of Yangyang himself.

He was coated in gore and horrific wounds, his half-step taboo aura fluttering unsteadily.

Upon his arrival, he bellowed hoarsely, "Ah! We have been deceived! Retreat! Everyone, fall back! Make for Yangyang Star! Do not lose your resolve, and keep your formations intact!"

Despite the desperate nature of his cries, he elicited little response.

Seeing the state of the battlefield clearly, the wounded Lord felt his heart shudder and his soul quiver; tears of blood streamed from his eyes.

He witnessed his once-glorious Flame Sun Army and elite Hundred Stars aces being slaughtered like swine by the Wolf Pack Civilization,

While the rest groveled like pathetic dogs at the feet of their conquerors.

"We arrived too late! And we were ambushed by the elite forces of the Wolf Pack Civilization! It was all a trap, and we fell right into it!"

Beside him, the generals of the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army cried out in agony upon witnessing the scene.

Before they could advance far, they had been ensnared in an ambush by a force possessed of monstrous combat ability.

That elite force consisted entirely of experts at the Third Heaven of the Heavenly Boundary and Quasi-Sovereigns, millions strong, clad in advanced Star Energy Mechas and executing top-tier tactical formations.

Such strength was considered the peak of the elite within the Star Core.

They could not comprehend how such a force had materialized, nor how a power like the Wolf Pack Civilization, existing for only tens of thousands of years, could possess such terrifying resources.

The moment this elite unit appeared, they realized they had been played.

It appeared the Wolf Pack Civilization had intended to eradicate every elite ace of the alliance from the start.

By dismantling these cores, they could sweep through and claim all stars in the region except for Yangyang Star without opposition.

"The Wolf Pack Civilization is truly insidious, far too insidious!"

After centuries of conflict and incurring losses of ninety percent, the Lord of Yangyang and his army felt only deep despair.

Their soldiers were now hollowed out, grieving, or weeping blood, incapable of launching a united charge.

They were no longer a routed army, but a broken group willing to serve their occupiers just to sustain their miserable lives.

In this total collapse, the intervention of the Lord of Yangyang had become meaningless.

"Hahaha! You see? Even your savior is destined to die like a defeated cur! Hahaha!"

Although the commanders of the Wolf Pack Civilization didn't understand how the enemy had fallen into such a pathetic state, they recognized the victory was absolute.

This campaign signified a total triumph!

Following two thousand years of war, such a resounding victory naturally provoked arrogant, rampant, and jubilant laughter from the commanders.

Their triumphal cheers stood in stark contrast to the profound misery of the defeated Alliance forces.

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Su Lin directed his gaze toward the two towering figures nearby. Sensing their Wolf King’s imposing attention, Xiao Hui quickly straightened up, while the Little Lone Wolf remained respectful, bowing his head in a display that pleased Su Lin deeply.

Even as a Lead Wolf commanding great authority, the Little Lone Wolf treated Su Lin with absolute reverence.

Xiao Hui, as always, maintained his carefree, spirited nature; despite his evolved intelligence, he carried the untroubled spirit of a child, focused only on accompanying Su Lin to conquer territories and project the Wolf Clan’s majesty across the Arctic.

Su Lin rewarded the two White Wolves, who had rendered immense service, with three hundred pounds of blood meat. This sudden bounty caused Xiao Hui to howl in joyous celebration, leaping on the spot, while the Little Lone Wolf, though more restrained, expressed his deep gratitude through a resonant, excited howl.

Every other member of the Wolf Clan who had participated and demonstrated outstanding merit, whether a Beta or Hài Wolf, also received appropriate rewards. For a time, the cavern was filled with a festive, booming atmosphere, reminiscent of a grand human celebration.