Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1761 - 989: War Crisis, Massive Propaganda

Driven by the relentless promotion of scouts and undercover operatives serving the Demon Monarch, the entire system became embroiled in heated discussions regarding this matter.

This news eventually reached a colossal military encampment situated far beyond the Star Nebula layer of the Ten Thousand Demon System.

At the heart of this massive camp stood a temporary palace. Hundreds of Divine Phoenixes patrolled the skies above, while thousands of Divine Beast Qilin stood guard below.

Inside, a humanoid entity lacking a physical form—composed entirely of swirling purple flames—listened in silence to his advisors' reports.

His aura was overwhelmingly potent; even within the palace walls, the heat from his flames radiated throughout the majority of the military camp.

Though he possessed no wings, he was draped in a majestic Emperor’s robe!

This robe was adorned with patterns of countless planets and shimmered with vast starlight. It manifested the fundamental laws of the five elements—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—at the level of the Extreme Heaven Realm.

Throughout the history of the Ten Thousand Demon System, this Emperor’s robe was recognized as a legendary Extreme Heaven Realm Heavy Artifact. Once the war attire of the former Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, its power was boundless, capable of blotting out the sun and veiling the heavens!

In his final moments during the Great War, the falling Lord of Ten Thousand Demons had cast this Emperor’s robe and the Emperor’s Sword across the stars toward the Demon Star Lord.

While the Black Three Gods had intercepted the Emperor’s Sword, the robe managed to reach its destination.

Consequently, the appearance of this robe left no doubt about the identity of the flame-shrouded humanoid.

It was the Demon Star Lord!

He was a supreme warrior and commander who had served alongside the Emperor for eons. Since the Emperor’s passing, his influence within the Demon Army had become unrivaled.

"Star Lord, undercover agents from the Star Nebula layer are circulating rumors everywhere. They claim the Black Sun Clan’s treaty is merely a deception to stall us, and that they intend to devour us once our alliance weakens. They even assert that a vanguard fleet is hidden in the nearby void to watch us, citing the grim fates of other Great Clans conquered by the Black Sun Clan.

These are baseless lies meant to sabotage the Star Lord’s national policies. They fail to realize that the Star Lord secured this treaty only after a thousand years of relentless combat in the Northern Star Stone veins. It was only when the Black Sun Clan realized we could not be easily defeated that they were forced to sign!"

An elite scout delivered the intelligence, repeating the rumors exactly as they were being told outside.

"Haha, Star Lord, who could possibly fall for such nonsense? The four Demon Emperors and various lords have surveyed their lands extensively; there are no signs of foreign invaders, let alone the Black Sun Clan. It seems the Emperor’s son has gone mad with ambition to spread such fabrications," remarked one of the war kings under the Demon Star Lord’s command with a sneer.

"Mind your words, Wind King. Regardless of the situation, an Emperor’s son remains an Emperor’s son and deserves respect. Furthermore, while those of us informed of the truth may dismiss these lies, many ancestor-level forces who have never seen the front lines might be swayed. Therefore, Star Lord, I suggest we publicly announce that the entire system—including all vassal lords—has been audited and found free of threats. We should also publish the full text of the Black Sun Clan treaty so every exotic beast understands the dire price the Black Sun Clan would pay for breaking it!"

This composed spiritual transmission came from the individual standing nearest to the Demon Star Lord.

This was the Eastern Polar Demon King, one of the most powerful external vassals.

The four Demon Emperors each commanded a sector outside the Star Nebula, leading ancestor-level military forces numbering twenty to thirty trillion. They served as the primary shield for the Ten Thousand Demon System.

Though stationed at the borders, their combat strength was second only to the elite starry sky army commanded by the Demon Star Lord himself.

Following the Eastern Polar Demon King’s suggestion, the other followers fell silent.

The Demon Star Lord gave a slight nod. "Very well. Proceed as the Eastern Polar Demon King suggested. Have our scouts and agents disseminate this. Ensure the counter-propaganda saturates the Star Nebula layer. I want to see how much longer the Emperor’s son can hold out by relying on his father's legacy and the petty favors he grants the tribes."

Under the Star Lord’s command, the four Demon Emperors, the various lords, and the intelligence networks began to move.

Soon, the entire system was flooded with the new narrative, quickly making the Emperor’s son’s policies look like a farce.

Even many ancient factions originally loyal to the Emperor’s son began to think that peaceful coexistence was the better path.

After all, regardless of past grudges, the Black Sun Clan was a titan looming at the edge of the Nebula. What choice did they have?

It was better to enjoy ten eras of peace, for who could say what chaos the future might bring?

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Standing before the shivering Meng Hu, Su Lin stared as if observing a corpse, his gaze devoid of any emotion.

An intense premonition of doom washed over the Invincible Fierce Tiger. The tiger, already breathing shallowly, began to gasp for air like a fish on a chopping block. This overwhelming dread nearly shattered Meng Hu’s spirit; he could not fathom why the White Wolf had spared him only to drag him from the ice back to the Land of Adventure. Fear of the unknown gripped him, but in his mangled state, he lacked the strength to resist. Within the White Wolf's domain, he was utterly helpless.

Su Lin looked down at Meng Hu with the indifferent eyes of a master inspecting a new slave.

"Ow——" Su Lin let out a low growl toward his Wolf Clan, ordering them to take the dying Siberian Tiger into custody.

The surrounding wolves moved quickly. Several worked together to haul Meng Hu away. His wounds scraped against the jagged ground, causing fresh blood to leak from his rotting sores. A long, crimson trail stretched from Su Lin’s feet out toward the cave entrance.

Su Lin watched the trail of blood, his expression as still as the water in a deep well.

Regarding the remaining Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin prepared to begin the reward ceremony—the moment the entire Wolf Clan had been waiting for, as nothing surpassed the importance of food.

Several wolves began to eye the exotic meat with aggressive hunger, waiting only for Su Lin’s signal to feast.

Su Lin’s attention shifted to two large figures nearby. Xiao Hui, sensing the Wolf King's heavy gaze, immediately stood at attention. Meanwhile, the Little Lone Wolf remained bowed in a display of deep respect, which pleased Su Lin.

As a lead wolf, the Little Lone Wolf possessed great strength yet never wavered in his reverence for Su Lin.

Xiao Hui, however, remained his usual self—playful and somewhat simple-minded despite his evolution. His only desire was to follow Su Lin into battle and spread the glory of the Wolf Clan across the Arctic.

To these two White Wolves who had fought valiantly, Su Lin was generous, granting them three hundred pounds of flesh each. Xiao Hui let out a joyful howl at the prize, while the Little Lone Wolf’s own excited cry revealed his hidden elation.

Each White Wolf that had distinguished themselves in the conflict, regardless of their rank as Beta or Hài-Wolf, received their due. The cave’s atmosphere transformed into one of celebration, with the rewarded wolves leaping about in excitement.

Once the Wolf Clan had been settled, Su Lin turned his attention to the Bear Clan that had aided him, led by the White Bear.