Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1999 - 1111: Void Abyss Mayfly Clan, Shifting Positions Again! (2)

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Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
The Wolf Pack Civilization unleashed a frenzied slaughter on the Void Abyss Mayfly Clan, rejecting all surrenders unless the Warlord reasserts command. Undying Cockroaches, Hao Ri Princess, and allied forces brutally massacred Mayfly members, employing gruesome tactics like forced cannibalism and soul torment, all broadcast via Trace Crystal to terrorize the Wangshu Zone. This ruthlessness reached the Dazzling Star battlefield, stirring unrest among the Mayfly Warlord's elites and forcing him to hesitate, ignoring the Red Sun Emperor's urgings.

Despite the intimidation from the Red Sun Emperor, the Void Abyss Mayfly Warlord swiftly exploited an opening to pull back from the battlefield, openly announcing his refusal to side with the Red Sun Empire any longer.

The Red Sun Empire proves faithless and unreliable, making it pointless to ally with such a partner.

He went further, declaring that upon the Wolf Pack Civilization's arrival, they could unite to jointly oppose the Red Sun Empire.

Absent that Empress who rose pure from the filth, the Void Abyss Mayfly Clan no longer qualifies as a Star Nebula Great Clan.

They've pushed deceit to the extreme.

Yet this result stems from getting caught in the real currents of transformation.

The Void Abyss Mayfly Clan simply lacks the power and structure to stand firm!

They can't even conquer their innate genetic drives.

Thus, their shift barely stirred the Wangshu Zone, merely fueling the Red Sun Emperor's greater fury.

Still, with the Void Abyss Mayfly Clan withdrawing from the assault, it granted a momentary respite to the sparse defenses on the Dazzling Star.

After all, the three elite legions led by the Void Abyss Mayfly Warlord command tens of billions of ancestors and three to four billion quasi-ancestors,

The Star Sky Insect Clan overwhelms through sheer numbers rather than solo might.

With vast hordes of Star Sky Insect Clan departing the field, the pressure on Dazzling Star naturally eased.

Such developments rapidly circulated across the Red Sun Empire and the Bright Day System.

The Red Sun Empire’s forces blend rage with dread,

Whereas the Sunshine System troops have long grown numb to life and death,

They fully grasp that the Wolf Pack Civilization’s maneuvers aim solely to lighten their burden!

"Empress, the Wolf Pack Civilization has made their move, forcing the Void Abyss Mayfly Clan to retreat. Our Sunshine System's left flank now stands enemy-free. Shall we try breaking out? The roaming forces outside will make the Red Sun Empire hesitate!"

Right then, the Shadow Bird from the frontline relayed this to the Empress.

Bathed in blood from head to foot after a brutal clash, having sealed a breach torn by the Red Sun Emperor, the Sun Empress’s gaze brimmed with boundless weariness.

"No need. The Wolf Pack Civilization serves as our ultimate guerrilla asset! We must stand firm here and await their arrival!"

"Empress, are we truly surrendering the Dazzling Star without resistance? Even then, retreat to the Star Core isn't viable, so does this mean submission to the Wolf Pack Civilization?"

Even now, Shadow Bird struggled to accept this reality.

Surrendering the Dazzling Star!

It equates to yielding the Sunshine System’s core stronghold.

Though the Sunshine System might thrive on the Star Core later, the Wangshu Zone’s era under their rule would end for good.

No longer would this be the cosmic realm they once dominated, their ancestral home enduring through endless ages!

For them personally, prospects look grim too.

Why would the rising hegemon welcome the old regime's elite?

Yet the Empress offered no reply to Shadow Bird’s queries.

In her weary gaze lingered only void and detachment.

The full weight of the Sunshine System had crushed her spirit across countless eras, draining body and soul.

But she recognized pledging to the Wolf Pack Civilization as the optimal choice for the Dazzling Star and every soul upon it.

For under Red Sun Empire or Heizi Tribe rule, the Dazzling Star and its denizens would end as slaves and cattle, facing cruel fates.

To claim the Dazzling Star truly, the Wolf Pack Civilization must crush both the Red Sun Empire and the inbound Heizi Tribe!

These loom as sky-piercing peaks.

Should these twin titans fall by force,

The Sun Empress holds that the Wolf Pack Civilization, this rising supernova, stands as Wangshu Zone’s fated new master.

Toppling such giants already validates their might.

With that power, the Wolf Pack Civilization would certainly integrate survivors like her group—battle generals and war kings alike—bound by this war’s shared bonds.

Clutching these convictions, the drained Sun Empress lingered mutely beside the Star Sky Battle Flag, blankly surveying the carnage-strewn field of blood and bodies.

Behind lay myriad surviving species’ masses.

"Empress!"

In this silent instant, Shadow Bird dropped to one knee in profound grief, holding back further words.

She yearned to urge the Empress: after the Wolf Pack Civilization topples the Red Sun Empire, rip the pact apart—even at ruinous cost, so be it?

The Sunshine System’s fortunes had already dwindled to a fifth amid the conflict.

Thus, Starry Sky Blood Oath repercussions at worst mean dissolution, rebranding, and rebirth!

Then, gripping the Dazzling Star, they could void the Blazing Flame Clan’s blood pact, vaulting instantly to Level 5 Peak!

But she knew such schemes rang hollow.

For unlike the ruthless Red Sun Empire, Wolf Pack Civilization, or Heizi Tribe,

The Sunshine System embodies honor!

They honor vows unto death, unyielding!

Yet in this shadowed cosmos, gentlemen and the righteous seem forever denied survival!

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Su Lin hastened the wolf pack back to their home ground. The sight of familiar landscapes finally soothed his spirit somewhat. The cousin Red-tailed Fox Wolves in the den detected the scent, tails wagging as they emerged, instantly spying the frost-clad wolf pack.

Wherever the White Wolf Pack traversed, Predators held breath until the majestic White Wolf silhouettes faded from sight, then exhaled in relief.

Su Lin observed the pack’s fluid, unified motions with approval. This was the wolf troupe under him that pleased him most, destined as prime comrades in coming clashes. Only a mightier commanded pack lets him fight foes carefree,

For wolves thrive in packs, and lone wandering held no appeal for him.

Next, Su Lin unleashed a mighty howl northward, directing the pack off the ice toward the Land of Adventure en masse, fiercely protecting their spoils from roadside raiders.

The wolves howled back in acknowledgment, then surged forth in a rush, racing homeward with utmost vigor to flaunt their speed and prowess before the Wolf King.

Beholding this vibrant pack, Su Lin’s resolve hardened to conquer the Arctic with them. In this Ice Age of flux, strength alone ensures endurance—else they’d feed the mighty. Such doom Su Lin vowed to defy!

Su Lin eyed the two Beta Wolves trailing Little Lone Wolf, hauling the leftover Invincible Fierce Tiger Variant Flesh; their gait had lost former agility, a clear trial from Little Lone Wolf. As squad Betas, they needed self-reliant grit, so Su Lin stayed silent.

Little Lone Wolf neared Su Lin, issuing a soft "awoo," whose intent Su Lin grasped.

Little Lone Wolf tasked the pair of Beta Wolves with the Fierce Tiger Flesh, assigning ten Hai Wolves to haul the enormous Mad Thunder Skyhawk—its bulk demanding their combined might.

Little Lone Wolf claimed this Mad Thunder Skyhawk flesh solely for Su Lin, who agreed heartily. That matched his own design. Given the scarce Mad Thunder Skyhawk, Su Lin eyed it all for himself, skipping shares to Lead Wolves.

Those Lead Wolves rank too lowly to handle the Skyhawk’s immense energy, plus Su Lin craves heaps of Variant Flesh for evolution. Facing such prime meat, he’d seize it fully.

En route, Su Lin spearheaded the pack’s charge with White Wolves, cracking ice beneath paws, bending flora in their wake, as an aura of dominance heralded the White Wolf Pack’s sweep to the Land of Adventure.