Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1836 - 1026: The Illusion God’s Identity! (Part 2)
Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
Upon extending his aid, the Illusion God simply expressed a desire to witness the limits the fate-defier might reach.
Because of this, the Star Sand Master, once he fled to safety, forever treated the Illusion God as his equal.
It went beyond mere equality; at times, he even bowed to the Illusion God's commands!
In the shadowy expanse of the starry void, the Illusion God stood out as an extraordinary presence!
The web of knowledge controlled by the Illusion God stretched across the cosmos, bordering on all-knowing.
Over countless years, the troops he led from the Prison Planet watched as rebels' minds crumbled away, until only loyalists who viewed the Illusion God's directives as absolute remained.
His forces numbered just over ten billion now, but they dominated the pinnacle of power in the Sea of Star Sand!
This stemmed from their status as the genuine army of the Heavenly Destiny Clan!
Compared to the shattered remnants of other top Star Nebula Great Clans, who resembled whipped curs, the difference was like night and day!
"Excellent! Then, even if the Wolf Pack Civilization runs short on provisions, it won't matter, but I've heard Earth counts as a Sin Star too, so Old Sin, you're facing a fight!"
Another chilling, otherworldly spiritual message flowed from the Illusion God, laced with faint mockery that clashed against the looming war's tension.
"Hahaha, perfect! No issue at all! Illusion God, in this clash, my devotees and I will spearhead the assault. Should we fall, go ahead and retreat; I won't hold it against you. After all, we owe our survival to you!"
The Star Sand Master's booming reply echoed in response to the Illusion God's spiritual transmission.
Despite his prowess at the late half-step taboo level, he dreaded that he might not withstand the Illusion God!
The true extent of the Illusion God's might remained a mystery to all!
Even after eons of alliance, he still couldn't fathom it!
Besides, if the Illusion God's Heavenly Destiny Clan surged forward, akin to the Wolf Civilization Army, what force would dare block their path?
What could halt their advance?
Only the Misfortune Line Snake, commanding the Sea of Star Sand's runner-up power, ventured to interject: "Star Sand Master, if that's the plan, how do I rally my local troops to join the fray?"
The Misfortune Line Snake oversaw the indigenous powers across the immense Sea of Star Sand!
Though resources were scarce in the Sea of Star Sand, its endless vastness birthed numerous native beings.
These local groups, drawing on the sin system, siphoned gains from rival major clans and fierce demon raiders, securing their spot as the second-strongest faction.
"Rally?"
The Star Sand Master gradually turned his attention toward the Misfortune Line Snake, then unleashed a spiritual intent brimming with lethal menace: "No rallying required; execute any who refuse outright! Besides, the Sea of Star Sand is their turf, not ours. Naturally, Misfortune Line Snake, you didn't flee the Prison Planet alongside me and the Illusion God; if death calls to you, I can deliver it!"
Once this spiritual intent rippled out, the Misfortune Line Snake held back any further transmission.
For ever since that prior moment when he hinted at matching the Star Sand Master and Illusion God's stature, he'd encountered endless hurdles, and the Star Sand Master had blatantly revealed his restrained true power.
Late half-step taboo!
Paired with a sinful half-step taboo Blazing Undying Body!
Between the Misfortune Line Snake and the Master yawned a chasm as vast as a galactic sprawl!
With the Misfortune Line Snake falling silent on spiritual intents, the Star Sand Master ordered his underlings to haul in the captured Phantom Army survivors, plus the Charm Fox and Shadow of Plague!
A fight loomed, right?
Outstanding!
The Star Sand Master had never imagined a fledgling Star Nebula Great Clan like the Wolf Pack Civilization could push them this far!
Since they craved the game, he'd indulge them fully!
When the Wolf Civilization Army drew near, he intended to stack the Phantom Army's skulls, the Charm Fox, and the Shadow of Plague into a grand Capital View, then simmer their meat into a hearty stew to greet the weary Wolf Civilization after its epic trek across dozens of light-years!
Though the Star Sand Master refrained from compelling the Illusion God to remain or leveraging his Heavenly Clan betrayal secrets against him, the Illusion God chose not to depart.
He hovered in dazzling splendor amid the stellar glow over the Thirty-six Passes.
His presence exuded an aura detached from mortal coils, unmasked even by the overwhelming starlight.
His personal force of over ten billion Heavenly Destiny Army stood rigidly; equipped to the teeth with diverse Star Energy Weapons at the final barrier of the Sea of Star Sand's Thirty-six Passes.
The Heavenly Destiny Army wielded the finest array of Star Energy Weapons in existence!
Every warrior donned matching War Armor, reinforced by tens of billions of Star Energy Mecha scattered throughout!
Tens of billions of Star Energy Mecha!
That staggering count of Star Energy Mecha alone highlighted the Heavenly Destiny Army's might.
For tens of billions of Star Energy Mecha meant tens of billions of half-step Heavenly Venerables, each packing devastating firepower!
Moreover, supporting the Heavenly Destiny Army were hundreds of intact Star Sky Mother Ship fleets, plus countless Star Energy Miniature Fighters and Star Energy Beasts, to name a few!
In the Sea of Star Sand's power lists, myriad factions refused mutual recognition!
Yet the Illusion God's private army claimed the top spot unchallenged, hailed universally as the supreme force!
As the Illusion God peered into the infinite stellar expanse, his gaze alight with intrigue and eagerness, he pondered inwardly, "That final deal of mine paid off handsomely. I even uncovered your true nature, hahaha, but I'm genuinely eager to see how far you'll climb, you who rose as an Overlord from a backwater First-level Life Planet. Defying fate usually spells doom beneath the Heavenly Clan's onslaught, but I yearn to behold that rare outlier!"
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Positioned in front of Meng Hu, he stared at the tiger as if appraising a soulless husk, his expression icy and impassive, free of any emotional stir.
A heavy veil of peril swiftly cloaked the Invincible Fierce Tiger's form, making the barely breathing Meng Hu gasp sharply, feeling utterly like fresh catch laid out for carving on the White Wolf's board—this dread nearly shattered Meng Hu's resolve. The Invincible Fierce Tiger couldn't grasp why the White Wolf spared him a direct end, opting instead to haul him from the frozen depths back to the Land of Adventure. This dread of the unforeseen flooded Meng Hu's core, yet in his frail state, resistance was futile; though turmoil churned within, in the White Wolf's domain of the Land of Adventure, it signified zilch.
Su Lin examined the Meng Hu in his sight like a supreme lord inspecting a retrieved thrall, his look overflowing with contempt.
"Awuuu—" Su Lin let out a subdued howl near the Wolf Clan, directing them to seize the fading Siberia Tiger and guard him closely.
The nearby Wolf Clan sprang into action without delay, with a handful teaming up to haul Meng Hu off, his injuries grinding against the terrain, old festering gashes reopening to spill new crimson, thin streaks of blood stretching out from under Su Lin, appearing boundless.
Su Lin observed the bloody path, his eyes calm as a timeless pond, untouched by ripples.
Regarding the leftover Variant Species Flesh, Su Lin planned to distribute rewards by achievement next, a ritual the entire Wolf Clan eagerly awaited—after all, sustenance topped their concerns.
A handful of Wolf Clan individuals started fixating on the adjacent Variant Species Flesh with saliva-dripping stares, their eyes flashing with hunter's zeal, poised to surge forth on Su Lin's signal and surrender to their primal urges toward the Variant Species Flesh.
Su Lin's attention shifted to two imposing silhouettes off to the side; Xiao Hui sensed their Wolf King's weighty stare and promptly straightened up, whereas Little Lone Wolf maintained a constant deferential hunch, which greatly satisfied Su Lin.
As the Lead Wolf, Little Lone Wolf, despite his formidable strength, always approached Su Lin with deep respect.
And true to form, Xiao Hui's spirited demeanor, bolstered by heightened smarts, stayed as unburdened as a young child's, fixated only on trailing Su Lin to claim territories and broadcast the Wolf Clan's glory across the Arctic.