Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1726 - 972: The End of an Era (Part 1)

This object was the Destiny Heaven Seal, the supreme treasure of the Radiant Sun Tribe!

Even the hollow, listless soldiers of the Radiant Sun Tribe’s army felt a spark of life return to their eyes when they beheld this heavy artifact, the ultimate symbol of their people.

Suddenly, the spiritual resonance of a decree vibrated from the Destiny Heaven Seal.

"The Lord of the Radiant Sun has perished. In exchange for the Destiny Heaven Seal, the tribe’s legacy, and the Extreme Heaven Realm Secret Technique, he begged me to take in the Radiant Sun Tribe. Today, as the sovereign of the Wolf Pack Civilization, I vow to the Starry Sky Will: if the members of the Radiant Sun Tribe submit willingly to the Wolf Pack, all former blood feuds shall be wiped clean. Rewards and punishments will be distributed fairly, just as they are for the Exotic Beasts of our civilization. Let the Starry Sky witness this oath!"

Boom!

As this proclamation echoed behind the Radiant Sun Star, the surrounding cosmos began to tremble violently.

This thunderous roar was far more intense than any standard blood oath!

Because the Wolf Lord and his civilization had long been branded as sinful entities, the Starry Sky Will would still acknowledge their oaths,

but any breach of contract would result in a backlash and punishment multiplied many times over.

Consequently, any Starry Sky Blood Oath sworn by the inhabitants of the Sin Star was guaranteed to be absolute and unbreakable.

"What? The Radiant Sun Tribe nearly wiped out Earth, so how can we possibly permit their surrender? They deserve total extinction! Even those who already gave up should be executed once this war ends!"

The Shadow Demon was the first to shout his fierce opposition.

This tribe, being descendants of the Angel Clan, possessed immense potential and had been locked in a mortal struggle with the Heizi Tribe for ages. If they merged with the Wolf Pack Civilization, that faction would surely grow into an unstoppable force in the future.

While the Heizi Tribe sought an alliance with a powerful new overlord, they had no intention of helping to raise a rival capable of competing for control over the Star Nebula.

Naturally, they preferred to see the Wolf Pack and the Radiant Sun Tribe slaughter each other to the last man!

Following the Shadow Demon’s lead, other Great Clans of the Star Nebula also projected their malicious spiritual wills in agreement.

The Undead Army Group, however, remained silent.

Their commander had long ago realized the terrifying nature of the Wolf Lord and had no desire to provoke him.

Although many officers and soldiers within the Wolf Pack Civilization knew these Great Clans were simply trying to cause internal strife,

the hatred they harbored for the Radiant Sun Tribe was indeed as high as mountains and as deep as the sea!

It was a blood feud that could not be settled!

With the Wolf Pack holding such a massive advantage, why should they show mercy?

Many had already suggested multiple times that all prisoners and those who had surrendered should be buried alive!

"Awooo!"

"Roar!"

"Aung!"

"Snort!"

.....

In an instant, unrest swept through the Wolf Pack's ranks as they prepared to charge and wipe out the survivors of the Radiant Sun Tribe.

But suddenly, a Star Sky Battle Flag and a majestic figure manifested above the battlefield.

It was the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly, accompanied by the Dream Guards and the Wolf Group New Army—forces forged through centuries of brutal warfare!

They had replaced the old inner circle and functioned as the Wolf Lord’s personal elite guard!

Their arrival carried a clear message!

Anyone who dared to violate orders on this field would be dealt with immediately!

Under the oppressive aura of the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly and its elite troops, the Wolf Civilization Army—previously blinded by rage—instantly fell silent.

Even the murderous tension fueled by the various Star Nebula Great Clans began to evaporate under the butterfly's gaze.

The Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly!

As a rising War Emperor of the Wolf Pack, its feats and fame over the past millennia nearly rivaled, or even eclipsed, those of the Lonely Wolf Emperor.

Possessing immense prestige and peerless combat power, it stood as one of the most formidable beings in the entire civilization.

Upon its arrival, even the Great Clans of the Star Nebula ceased their provocations.

Once the battlefield had grown quiet, the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly flew alone toward the front lines of the Radiant Sun Tribe.

"Are the Emperor’s Son and the High Council of the Radiant Sun present? Will you step forward? Your father sacrificed his life and his entire legacy to secure your survival. If you accept these terms, come forth! If not, do not claim the Wolf Pack breaks its word. As for your soldiers who have already been captured, the Wolf Lord considers his debt to your father paid through them!"

As the spiritual will of the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly echoed,

the blood-stained Emperor’s Son of the Radiant Sun, the final remaining Patriarch, and several generals slowly emerged from their camp.

These were the last few Heavenly Venerate level experts left in their army.

The Emperor’s Son had long since lost his royal grace, having been tempered into a grim commander by the fires of war.

Had the Radiant Sun Tribe remained at its peak, he undoubtedly would have been a magnificent Emperor.

Emerging with his council, the Emperor’s Son looked at the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly and then at the Wolf Pack soldiers who stared back with murderous eyes. He spoke with a raspy, cold spiritual will: "Is it true? Does the Wolf Lord really intend to spare us, as my father claimed?"

Before a reply could be given, he let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh: "It doesn't matter. Whatever the reason, we owe you thanks for not wiping us out entirely."

Seeing the Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly remain silent and watchful, the Emperor’s Son understood the situation perfectly.

Numbed by centuries of slaughter, the successor took one last look at his loyal troops and the ancestral lands that were no longer theirs. He ascended into the sky, his final, tragic laughter filling the air.

"Hahaha! Twelve-winged Dream Butterfly! Your Wolf Pack has triumphed! My father and I started this great celestial war. He has fallen, and today I will use my own life to buy my tribe’s survival and atone for our crimes!

We were not defeated by a lack of strength, but by my father’s pride. Had he been willing to sell out this world's interests earlier, we might have won. Regardless, the winners rule and the losers are outlaws. Let your Wolf Pack build its eternal empire upon the bones of the Radiant Sun Tribe!"

With those final words, the Emperor’s Son raised his broken blade and took his own life, shattering his consciousness and setting his body ablaze.

He was committing complete self-immolation!

.....

Standing before the Invincible Fierce Tiger, the White Wolf looked down at him as if he were a mere corpse—cold, ruthless, and entirely devoid of pity.

A crushing sense of dread washed over the Invincible Fierce Tiger. Despite his shallow breathing, he felt like a piece of meat on a butcher's block, a sensation that nearly snapped his mind. He couldn't comprehend why the White Wolf hadn't killed him yet, choosing instead to drag him from the ice to the Land of Adventure to face this lingering terror. In his broken state, he was powerless. Though his heart pounded with panic, he knew that in this territory ruled by the White Wolf, any attempt at resistance was meaningless.

Su Lin scrutinized the tiger like a master inspecting a new slave, his eyes filled with cold detachment.

"Awoo—" Su Lin let out a low howl to the nearby members of the Wolf Clan, ordering them to take the dying Siberian Tiger away and keep him alive.

The Wolf Clan acted immediately. Several wolves worked in unison to drag the Fierce Tiger away. As his body scraped against the rough ground, his festering wounds reopened, leaving a dark trail of blood that stretched from Su Lin’s feet out into the darkness of the cave.