Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1826 - 1021: Coup at the Wolf Pack Headquarters! (Part 2)

Those veteran generals from the old Radiant Sun army, despite their deep frustrations and unachieved ambitions, command roughly tens of billions of troops, all belonging to the Blazing Angel forces—a power that demands respect and cannot be dismissed lightly.

"Excellent! If that's how it stands! Do your loyalties truly lie with my Hao Ri Royal Family as well? I promise you this: once I claim the Sky Wolf System, each of you will rise to genuine War King Level might within my Radiant Sun Tribe, and the Will of Heaven and Earth on the Radiant Sun Star carries safeguards my father established, ensuring it won't turn against me. Thus, if you stand by me to reclaim the Radiant Sun Star, I'll gain the strength to challenge the Wolf Pack Civilization head-on!"

At last, the Ninth Prince of Radiant Sun unveiled his ultimate advantage!

Truth be told, not even he had been aware initially that his father had imposed such a safeguard on the Radiant Sun Star's Will of Heaven and Earth.

Yet with this safeguard in place, it acts just like a natural protective charm!

After all, the Radiant Sun Star has advanced alongside the Sky Wolf System to Level 5 Middle Stage by now!

Its Will of Heaven and Earth's power rivals that of a half-step Taboo existence, surpassing even a newcomer to half-step Taboo!

In the present circumstances, absent that domineering figure, who could possibly threaten him while shielded by the Radiant Sun Star's Will of Heaven and Earth?

It's exactly due to the Ninth Prince of Radiant Sun's unyielding spiritual will, combined with the subtle hints of outside support he dropped, that even the Wolf Pack's top leaders—who had always shunned exposing their real identities—finally committed: "Very well! I'll pledge my loyalty first this time; count me in with the Ninth Prince!"

Among them, a figure who had attained Heavenly Venerate rank shed his Stealth Talent entirely, showing his authentic appearance, and stepped fully into the formation arranged by the Ninth Prince of Radiant Sun.

Even in this direct confrontation, caution lingered on both sides, each fearing treachery from the other!

The one who emerged was none other than a Commander of the Flying Bird Tribe!

The Ninth Prince of Radiant Sun himself felt stunned at the sight of his real identity.

For he hadn't anticipated that the infiltrators within the Sea of Star Sand could sway such a prominent Wolf Pack Civilization official!

It was the Second Generation Fierce Falcon, a War General of Title Level!

The title of Second Generation Fierce Falcon came directly from the Wolf Lord,

He stands as a veteran among the Wolf Pack Civilization's elders, and without witnessing it personally, the Ninth Prince of Radiant Sun would never have accepted this as reality!

"Ninth Prince, I once battled fiercely alongside Wang the Tern and your elder brother; I trust you won't hold that against me. If you place your faith in me, I can hold back the Flying Bird Faction from quelling the uprising, but in return, I seek a restoration of our Flying Bird Faction's past splendor! What's this Star War Army Group? What's this Direct Lineage Second Division? In days gone by, our Flying Bird Tribe reigned as the mightiest!"

The Second Generation Fierce Falcon's spiritual will burned with determination and intensity!

His status as a Title Level War General utterly overshadowed every old general from the former Radiant Sun forces gathered there!

This gathering unfolded in utmost secrecy!

Had it occurred openly elsewhere, those Radiant Sun forces' old generals would have been compelled to bow and pay respects to the Second Generation Fierce Falcon!

After all, the gap in authority between a Title Level War General and a standard War General forms an uncrossable divide!

Judging by his prowess, the Second Generation Fierce Falcon had clearly advanced to Mid-stage Heavenly Venerate.

By rights, he ought to have been the very last to consider rebellion.

Considering how much blood he had spilled and sacrifices he had made for the Wolf Pack Civilization!

The Second Generation Fierce Falcon had weathered endless storms of fortune and peril, from the Wolf Pack Civilization's ascent right up to the current era!

Yet now he treaded a road without turning back.

All because the Flying Bird Tribe, within the Wolf Pack Civilization, had endured that arc from frailty to triumph, only to slide into today's obscurity!

Today, the Flying Bird Tribe served merely as a defensive unit posted at the central base!

What does serving as a defensive unit entail?

Put politely, it's the Direct Lineage One, yet everyone knows it's simply a faction too worn out for frontline combat, clinging to headquarters through regional edges alone.

The Second Generation Fierce Falcon had urged Wang the Tern repeatedly to vie against the Wolf Lord!

But Wang the Tern, spanning from Earth's age to the Sky Wolf System's present, had long shed his earlier drive.

One must admit that this immense cosmos teems with far too many rising stars and heroic figures!

Against them, these Earth-originated races pale in significance.

The Flying Bird Tribe even saw numerous promising members reassigned to other army units, diluting their influence further.

Once their forces hit Ancestor Level across the board, the Flying Bird Tribe's sky dominance lost its edge, making fragmentation inevitable.

Still, in the Fierce Falcon's view, none of this was right.

After all the contributions the Flying Bird Tribe poured into the Wolf Pack Civilization, it deserved better than being cast aside like a useless relic.

What's more, he had seen forebears such as the Poisonous Dove and the Gale Demon Eagle perish in combat one by one, pushing the Flying Bird Tribe to the brink of annihilation.

Why must the now-frail Flying Bird Tribe face abandonment like discarded rags?

Add to that the temptations from the Sea of Star Sand's hidden agents, plus the Serpent Emperor's open grievances about the Flying Bird Tribe's plight!

These factors drove the Second Generation Fierce Falcon to resolve on rebellion!

If Wang the Tern refused to act, then he would!

Besides, the Second Generation Fierce Falcon held that the Wolf Lord owed the Flying Bird Tribe at minimum a planet, or perhaps a Small Constant Star!

What the Second Generation Fierce Falcon failed to realize, however, was that granting a Small Constant Star to the already battered Flying Bird Tribe at this point!

Wouldn't that spark demands from the other major army groups, who had bled and toiled for the Wolf Pack Civilization while thriving, all clamoring for their own domains?

The mighty ascend, the average descend!

That's the unyielding law!

The Flying Bird Tribe came close to total destruction, but in the inaugural super Star War, which tribe escaped near-extinction?

Feeble...remains feeble, beyond dispute!

For the Wolf Pack Civilization to press onward, choices favoring the strong's rise and the weak's decline prove essential!

Beneath such choices, countless once-mighty yet now-fading legends are fated to fade into obscurity.

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Positioned before Meng Hu, the White Wolf regarded him like a soulless corpse, his stare icy and devoid of any feeling.

A surging sense of peril instantly cloaked the Invincible Fierce Tiger's form, making Meng Hu, whose breaths came shallowly, draw in a sharp inhale; he felt utterly like prey laid out for the White Wolf's blade, helpless as meat on a block. This dread nearly shattered Meng Hu's resolve; the Invincible Fierce Tiger couldn't fathom why the White Wolf spared his life instead of ending it outright, opting to haul him from the frozen wastes back to the Land of Adventure. Terror of the unforeseen flooded Meng Hu's core, but in his frail condition, resistance proved impossible, and even as turmoil gripped his spirit, within the White Wolf's domain at the Land of Adventure, it changed nothing.

Su Lin examined the Meng Hu in front of him, akin to an owner appraising a captured servant, his expression detached.

"Howl—" With a soft howl directed at the nearby Wolf Clan, Su Lin instructed them to remove the near-dead Siberia Tiger and watch over him carefully.

The surrounding Wolf Clan sprang into action without delay, as a few Wolves hauled Meng Hu off, his injuries grinding against the terrain, reopening the rotting gashes and spilling fresh blood anew, a thin streak of crimson trailing from under Su Lin's paws, winding beyond the cavern in an apparently boundless path.

Su Lin observed this blood trail, his eyes calm and unrippling like still depths in an timeless spring.

Regarding the remaining Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin planned to distribute rewards based on contributions shortly, a ritual that every Wolf anticipated with the greatest zeal. To them, sustenance outweighed all else.

A few Wolves cast eager glances at the nearby Variant Species Flesh, their gazes gleaming with hunter's hunger, ready to surge forward and claim it the instant Su Lin commanded.

Su Lin's attention shifted to two imposing silhouettes close by; Xiao Hui, sensing the Wolf King's commanding presence, stood tall at once, whereas Little Lone Wolf consistently positioned himself aside with bowed head and deferential eyes, a display that pleased Su Lin immensely.

Even wielding substantial authority as Lead Wolf, Little Lone Wolf preserved deep respect in Su Lin's presence.