Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1770 - 993: Nightmare Army, Emperor’s Son’s Tour and Speech

The Demon Emperor’s Son has inherited his father's national strategy, a vision so righteous and far-reaching that it remains beyond reproach.

As a benevolent sovereign, his spiritual will radiates an unparalleled charisma and affinity. This presence causes the eyes of the many exotic beasts standing nearby to shimmer with a crystal-clear brilliance.

Observing the Dragon Chariot’s progress and hearing the Demon Emperor’s Son vow to resist the Heizi Tribe unto death, the masses felt as if they were seeing the ghost of the former mighty Emperor himself.

The late Demon Emperor had once rallied them before the battle lines in this exact fashion.

In those days, the mere sight of the Demon Emperor banished all fear and dread; their only desire was to follow the massive Dragon Banner and the Star Sky Battle Flag into the heat of the charge!

The threat of the Heizi Tribe and matters of life and death were completely forgotten.

It appears that those legendary times have returned.

This realization sparked a defiant flame within the Exotic Beast Army, even among those who had grown weary of conflict or so paralyzed by terror that they no longer dared to tread upon the battlefield.

However, the Eastern Extremity Demon Emperor and Western Extremity Demon Emperor soon projected their vast spiritual wills. They challenged the Son of the Emperor, questioning how he intended to halt the Heizi Tribe while they were at the zenith of their power.

Is it necessary to bleed the entire system dry to be satisfied?

Regardless of the cost, since they had already aligned themselves with the Demon Star Lord, they had no intention of turning back now.

The Demon Emperor’s Son declined to enter a debate, as these arguments had been rehashed by the ancestral forces for over two millennia.

No matter the rhetoric, the core sentiment remained unchanged: "If we obey the Emperor’s decree and use the Star Core Business to purchase a single day of peace today, only to wake up to the arrival of the Black Sun Evil Army tomorrow, whose lives will be left to pay for today’s temporary respite?"

"Comrades in arms, I am the Son of the Demon Emperor, and I am willing to be the first to step forward and perish in this struggle!"

Following his thunderous cry, the Dragon Chariot of the Demon Emperor’s Son moved forward again, continuing his inspection from one post to the next.

Many within the Exotic Beast Army began to ignore the spiritual wills of the Eastern and Western Extremity Demon Emperors. With glistening eyes, they inscribed the soul pattern of the Demon Emperor’s Son onto their pre-distributed voting stickers.

Once marked, the stickers transformed into shimmering flecks of fluorescence, drifting toward the location of the Destiny Stone where the Vast Destiny resides.

These stickers, forged from condensed fortune, are immune to interference or alteration.

To tamper with them would be a direct provocation against the fortune of the entire Ten Thousand Demon System.

Though the Demon Star Lord had weakened this fortune, it remained unshakable even by those at the Late Stage or even the Peak of the Half-Step Forbidden realm!

Meanwhile, within the nebula layer, numerous exotic beasts felt the oppressive weight of the Demon Star Lord’s half-step taboo aura. Many wavered in their resolve and cast their votes for him instead.

Nevertheless, there was no doubt that the one currently amassing the most votes and dealing the heaviest blow to the opposition’s foundation was the Demon Emperor’s Son!

This caused his support to skyrocket with incredible speed.

Anxious and desperate, the Eastern and Western Extremity Demon Emperors utilized various techniques to disrupt the speeches and inspections of the Emperor’s Son.

Yet, such petty maneuvers could not withstand the sheer force of his grand momentum.

After several days of tireless effort, the Demon Emperor’s Son reached the Central Zone of the outer system.

It was here that his vote count completely eclipsed that of the Demon Star Lord, sparking genuine alarm within the Eastern and Western Extremity Demon Emperors.

Even with hundreds of years remaining, this campaign was of vital importance, as it established the voting foundation for the millennia to follow.

In a fit of desperation, the Eastern and Western Extremity Demon Emperors ordered their subordinates to forcibly disperse the gathered crowds of exotic beasts.

"Hmph! We cannot permit the Emperor’s Son to continue this propaganda; his charisma is too reminiscent of his father's."

The Western Extremity Demon Emperor sent out this spiritual message while his followers aggressively cleared a wide perimeter around the Son.

He even commanded their beast army to retreat and garrison the Vassal Towns.

"True, but it is a pity the Emperor’s Son is so intent on reopening the war fronts. He has no idea how terrifying the Heizi Tribe truly is. A single member of their tribe is like a phantom; conventional attacks fail against them. It requires fortune, complex battle formations, and a massive waste of vitality force just to kill one. Even an ancestral-level Shadow Puppet can take down two or three of our beasts."

Every high-level combatant and Vein Master of the Heizi Tribe is a force of nature; how could we possibly resist?

A sense of profound helplessness and grief welled up in the eyes of the Eastern Extremity Demon Emperor.

Only those who had served on the high-level frontlines truly grasped the horror of the Heizi Tribe. To them, a ten-era Peace Treaty—even one spent in hiding—was better than being crushed into pulp once more.

Just as these two veteran Peak Heavenly Venerables were lamenting their situation, a beacon fire suddenly roared to life millions of miles away, ascending into the heavens!

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Standing before Meng Hu, the White Wolf looked down at him as if he were a cold, lifeless corpse, his gaze entirely devoid of emotion.

A crushing sense of peril instantly gripped the Invincible Fierce Tiger. Meng Hu, whose breathing was already ragged, gasped for air. He felt like a fish on a chopping block, awaiting the White Wolf's killing blow. This sensation pushed Meng Hu to the brink of a psychological breakdown; he could not fathom why the White Wolf hadn't killed him on the ice, choosing instead to drag him back to the Land of Adventure. Though terror of the unknown consumed him, his shattered body lacked the strength to resist. Even as panic filled his heart, it was useless in this place, for this was the White Wolf's domain.

Su Lin peered down at Meng Hu like a master inspecting a newly captured slave, his eyes glinting with mockery.

"Awooo—" Su Lin let out a low howl to the nearby Wolf Clan, gesturing for them to seize and imprison the dying Siberian Tiger.

The wolves acted immediately, dragging Meng Hu away. His open wounds scraped against the earth, leaving a thin, continuous trail of fresh blood that began at Su Lin’s feet and stretched out of the cave like an endless ribbon.

Su Lin watched the crimson trail, his expression as tranquil as the surface of a deep well.

Regarding the remaining Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin intended to distribute it based on merit—a moment the entire Wolf Clan had been anticipating with bated breath. To them, nothing surpassed the importance of food.

Several wolves stared at the piles of meat, their mouths watering with primal hunger, waiting only for Su Lin’s signal to give in to their instincts and feast.

Su Lin turned his attention to the two prominent figures nearby. Xiao Hui, sensing the heavy gaze of the Wolf King, immediately stood at attention. Meanwhile, the Little Lone Wolf remained in his characteristic stance, head bowed respectfully by Su Lin's side, which pleased the King greatly.

Despite holding immense power as the Lead Wolf, the Little Lone Wolf remained profoundly humble before Su Lin.

Xiao Hui, however, retained his boisterous nature; even with his heightened intelligence, he was as spirited as a pup, eager to follow Su Lin into battle and spread the Wolf Clan's dominance across the Arctic.

To these two White Wolves who had served him faithfully and achieved great glory in the recent fight, Su Lin was generous, awarding them each three hundred pounds of flesh. This massive bounty caused Xiao Hui to bark with excitement, while the Little Lone Wolf let out a sharp, eager howl to express his gratitude.

The rest of the Wolf Clan members who had participated in the battle and distinguished themselves, whether they were Beta Wolves or Hài-Wolves, all received their rightful rewards.