Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1787: 1002: Unspeakable Favor, Ninth Son of the Radiant Sun
Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
They rampaged with savagery through one territory after another.
The attackers spared not every exotic beast in the Heavenly Horse Stellar System from demise, treating them like playthings to unleash the malice brewing inside.
Even in a full massacre, the bitterness, fury, and other dark feelings would still yield rewards within the Sea of Star Sand.
The Phantom Army's initial barriers stood firm at first, hard to pierce.
Yet the Heavenly Horse Stellar System faced eight Extinction Arrows plus more than thirty foil-tier lethal weapons right from the outset, crumbling the fortifications Charm Fox had hastily erected.
One must remember that its enormous Phantom Army, beyond billions of seasoned warriors, had surged wildly in that brief period.
These forces lacked the resolve to clash to the bitter end alongside Charm Fox.
Thus, when this colossal assault unfolded, the whole base plunged into utter turmoil.
Though Charm Fox, Shadow of Plague, American Murderous Scorpion, Musk Ox King, and the rest—these powerhouses hauled from Earth—roared in fury, they stood powerless against it.
After withstanding fierce combats for centuries, the frontline defenses finally shattered.
The Musk Ox King, at the pinnacle of Heavenly Venerate, got torn apart by a handful of Star Sky bandits from the Sea of Star Sand, devoured straight into their guts.
The Blue-eyed Fox, who had joined Charm Fox's ranks and belonged to the Fox Tribe's elite bloodline, met her end in this chaos too.
As for Charm Fox and Shadow of Plague, despite their fierce valor, they endured endless battering and overpowering strikes before being captured together.
The full Phantom Army along with the Heavenly Horse Stellar System's local creatures sank into the deepest hellish torment of toying and butchery.
For the Sea of Star Sand never chased mere riches; it craved dark feelings, the blaze of wickedness, and raw killing.
Certain races stand apart; beyond wealth, they demand particular elements in abundance.
The Heavenly Clan draws in the Power of Heaven and Earth Will from countless worlds, or refines itself via the Power of Starry Sky Will,
The Shadow Clan thrives on the void of shadows beneath illumination; as shadows themselves, they emerge from brightness but spawn obscurity!
The War Clan demands surging warlust, forged for combat, perishing in the fray!
And the Sea of Star Sand wields the mightiest dominion, the force that reigns over the Sea of Star Sand itself.
That power goes by the name “Sinners”
Sinners!
Across the boundless cosmos and endless stars, be it the Blazing Nebula or fellow vast nebulae and star clusters, such odd entities always lurk.
Shunned by the Starry Sky Will, they carry the eternal brand of sinful captives, rendering any progress on their paths agonizingly tough, enduring trials multiplied several or even dozens of times beyond ordinary beings.
Yet these sinners scorn the heavens, mock the lands, and defy all rule, carving out an alternate route.
They harness wickedness, bloodshed, grudge, rage, and similar foul sentiments for growth, propelling their combat prowess and advancement at breakneck speed.
Still, the atrocities and depravity piling upon them swell to immense heights,
Should one fall, the slayer claims enormous surges of Star Sky Will Fortune, Dao Rhythm, and further boons!
Thus, in the Sea of Star Sand, Blood Stones, Star Stones, and Luck Stones aren't the toughest trade; it's the sins, the massacres, and all those twisted emotions!
In a sprawling Life Star System like this, they hunger to drain the dark sentiments from these races.
“Hehehe! This little white horse seems quite fine, carrying noble lineage, too bad—you first clashed with the Phantom Army, and now you're mere livestock in our grasp, kneel and chow down!”
A black-robed figure of humanoid form, radiating sheer terror, eyes glinting with icy malice.
Strapped to its back was a massive longbow, trailing wisps of dimensional aura.
This very being had unleashed those initial eight Extinction Arrows, smashing the outer shields of the Heavenly Horse Stellar System.
A closer look reveals eleven pairs of dark wings tucked away.
This dark-garbed humanoid is none other than the third-ranked fighter in the Sea of Star Sand's power list, the Fallen Angel!
Like the Lord of the Radiant Sun, he views the Angel Race's rigid ways as naively tragic, leading him to abandon the Angel Tribe.
But differing from the Lord of the Radiant Sun's regal ideals, he embraced total corruption, his once-pure Angel Blood twisting into pitch-black Fallen Blood!
His might remains undeniably formidable.
“Hahaha, you pathetic worms, you seized my father's Radiant Sun Star System, but look—it's mine now, right? I'll toy with you slowly until you're broken, keeping you alive just enough to witness the downfall of the once-unrivaled Wolf Lord!”
Next to this black-robed humanoid stood an eight-winged golden figure, howling like a fiend as it tormented the veteran Phantom Army exotic beasts.
These creatures formed the core of the Mobile Faction almost entirely.
The mightiest of them, the American Murderous Scorpion, suffered excruciating agony, yet in its frailty and torment, it hawked a gob of blood-flecked spit at the deranged golden humanoid before it, stripped of any spark from his sire's mighty heritage.
No need for Spiritual Will to convey it; such defiant gestures outshout any mental probe!
This wildly berserk and fiend-tainted Ninth Son of Radiant Sun yearned to rival the Wolf Lord and watch him crumble; how could he even measure up?
The American Murderous Scorpion, who marched with the Wolf Lord through conquests well before Earth's unity, had beheld far too much of the Wolf Lord's splendor!
But so long as torture didn't claim him, he would endure, lasting until the Wolf Lord's arrival.
He would bear witness to the Wolf Lord utterly decimating this band of Sea of Star Sand minions!
And the American Murderous Scorpion's defiance, of course, sparked the cruelest torments from the Ninth Son of Radiant Sun.
Yet he bit back any cry, bearing it with all his grit.
“Hahaha, Little Nine, these fools have some backbone, but that's all there is to it—want me to step in? I'll make sure they grasp the torment of craving life yet denied, begging death but refused; plus, since you've hailed me as your forebear, fate decrees you'll reclaim your Home Planet, claim your father's seat, and revive the Radiant Sun Tribe's epic dreams!”
The Fallen Black Angel cast a look at the raging Ninth Son of Radiant Sun, sending forth such reassuring Spiritual Will.
When the Ninth Son of Radiant Sun and his band wandered lost in the stars, it was he who spotted them and dragged them into the Sea of Star Sand.
At first, his aim was to demean those sharing his lineage.
After all, nothing beats the rush of supremacy like degrading your own kind, trampling their pride.
Especially within the Angel Clan, that colossal Star Sky powerhouse!
Only upon their arrival did he uncover a true prince from the Radiant Sun Stellar System among them!
Thus, both the Fallen Black Angel and the Star Sand Master cherished them like gems.
For the legacy of an ancient tyrant who ruled a system through endless Eras doesn't fade swiftly.
Furthermore, they'd quietly gleaned from shadowy confederates that beneath the Wolf Pack Civilization's flag lurked two armies, packed with half the Radiant Sun Tribe's survivors!
At times, the worth of such a rightful heir rivals the might of trillions or even tens of trillions in troops!
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