Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 2339 - 1281: Black Sun Tribe VS Wolf Pack Civilization (Part 6)_3

"Hahaha, even the invincible Emperor is dead! Yet here I am, a worthless wretch still alive, press me back! Press me back!"

"Which of the old fellows who have lived through countless eras hasn’t received the Empress’s grace? Your spouses, blood relatives, and descendants in the Bright Day System, which one hasn’t been cared for by the Empress? Even when the Dazzling Star was about to fall, the Sun Empress died, giving all creatures in the Bright Day System a chance at survival! Damn it, you also wish to retreat! Yes! Let the Empress fight at the front! Let the Empress die before us!"

The Sun Emperor died in battle hundreds of millions of years ago, but his influence on the Bright Day System still lingered.

And the Sun Empress was indeed a wise empress of her era.

Many Sun Battle Generals who lived through several eras above the Heavenly Boundary received the Empress’s grace, and after the Empress took charge of the Eastern Star Core, she took great care of these old members of the Bright Day System.

Now, with the Empress present, the entire Sunshine System Military Force has plunged into madness.

This is a bloodbath.

Both sides fought to the point of mental collapse, fighting to the brink of their last thread of lingering attachment.

"Die! Die! Even in death, no one will call me a wretch."

A Sun Battle General, who had just led his forces in a frantic retreat like beaten dogs, saw the Phoenix Chariot and the Main Starry Sky Battle Flag of the Bright Day System moving swiftly towards them, and listened to the cries of anger.

This war general, who had battled for thousands of years on the battlefield, been shattered more than twenty times yet still persisted, sent forth a spiritual will tremblingly.

This spiritual will carried bitterness, self-mockery, and a sense of release.

It was truly too exhausting, this battlefield was too exhausting.

Perhaps it would be easier in death.

Resolutely, he and his nearly decimated forces, on the brink of extinction, turned back again.

This group of forces weren’t fools; they were all above Ancestor Level, many even at the Peak of Ancestor Level.

They all knew that turning back meant there was no chance of survival.

But obedience to orders and camaraderie had long been carved deeply into their bones through countless years.

In an instant, the Sunshine System Military Force frantically counter-attacked once more.

But the Dragon Chariot of the Holy Radiance Emperor did not retreat, it remained fixed here.

The Emperor does not retreat! The Main Battle Flag is staked here! Who dares to retreat?

Moreover, as just mentioned, didn’t the Emperor also become a dog for the Black Sun Clan to find a way out for the Holy Radiance Empire?

If they retreated, what would happen to the creatures, the old, the weak, and the women and children on the Central Star Core of the Holy Radiance Empire?

"Kill! Break through the front, slaughter the Bright Day System! Our Holy Radiance Empire must survive! We must survive!"

The forces of the Holy Radiance Empire, bloodshot with rage, fought desperately at this breach as if they had no regard for their lives.

Amidst the smoke, how many heroic souls, battling fiercely, met death with no regrets, drawing with blood, painting with death, eventually composing a mournful long song.

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Standing before Meng Hu, looking at Meng Hu as if staring at a corpse, cold and emotionless, without any emotional fluctuation.

The intense sense of danger instantly enveloped the entire body of Meng Hu, making him gasp deeply, feeling like a fish on the chopping block of the White Wolf, this feeling nearly broke Meng Hu’s mindset. The Invincible Fierce Tiger did not understand why the White Wolf didn’t just kill him, instead of expending effort to bring him back to the Land of Adventure from beneath the ice. This fear of the unknown surged inside Meng Hu’s heart, but at this moment, in his weakened state, he had no strength to resist, even though he was panicking inside, in the Land of Adventure, the domain of the White Wolf, it was to no avail.

Su Lin scrutinized Meng Hu before him, just like a master scrutinizing a slave he had brought back, with an indifferent gaze.

"Awoo—" Su Lin let out a low howl to the Wolf Clan beside him, signaling them to take care of this dying, near-death Siberia Tiger, and then to keep close watch.

The Wolf Clan nearby quickly responded, several wolves worked together to drag Meng Hu away, the wounds on Meng Hu’s body scraped against the ground, and the already festering wounds bled again, the thin trace of blood extending from beneath Su Lin’s feet continuously out of the cave, seemingly endless.

Su Lin looked at this trail of blood, his eyes carrying the same calmness as the still water of an ancient well.

As for the rest of the Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin would soon distribute rewards based on merit, which was precisely the part all Wolf Clan members anticipated the most; for them, nothing was more important than food.