Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1910 - 1065: Total Collapse, An Easy Victory!
Previously on Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf...
The Heavenly Abyss Civilization generally treats its affiliated clans and species with a degree of fairness.
As a result, some species continue to hold faith in the Master of the Celestial Abyss even today.
Yet, the majority of species and exotic beasts were initially stripped bare in rigged markets until they had nothing left, then almost entirely wiped out in the savage crackdown by the Master of the Celestial Abyss. Consequently, they erupted in fury at this revelation.
"Ah!!! We get it! We all get it! This is the scheme devised by the Heavenly Abyss Civilization!!! They’re utterly merciless, not only coveting our resources but also expecting our thanks? Damn them, I’m ready to battle!"
"Right! Let’s locate the resource distribution points first! Everyone, start hunting them down! Drain the Heavenly Abyss Civilization’s stockpiled resources; that’ll deliver the greatest blow to them!"
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Right now, it’s fair to declare that every variant species within the Star Nebula Great Clan has utterly lost control.
Amid their prolonged howls, they eagerly grabbed the scattered resource distribution maps on their own.
Once in possession, they ignored all prohibitions from the Heavenly Abyss Civilization and surged outward in all directions to hunt down these concealed resource locations.
Numerous zones served as frontlines where the Heavenly Abyss Civilization had stationed forces against the Dark Erosion Holy Hall,
Yet now, these were breached from the inside by their fellow defenders.
"Brothers! We’ve suffered oppression too, with our resources cut in half, and now there’s a fortune waiting—how can we let it slip away?"
The armed forces of the Heavenly Abyss Civilization have erupted into chaos as well.
Since they possess intellect, greed, and a full range of emotions.
Previously, the Master of the Celestial Abyss had slashed military supplies to prioritize civilians, sparking widespread discontent. Now, it’s evident that this was all part of the Master of the Celestial Abyss and the elite’s scheme to plunder them, prompting these troops to abruptly turn against their leaders.
"No, I trust the master has his justifications!"
A war general still loyal to the Master of the Celestial Abyss attempted to convince his fellow officers against committing an irreversible sin.
However, he was swiftly betrayed by his own deputy general, who shattered his heart and injected a deadly venomous fluid.
"Hmph, don’t obstruct the brothers from claiming their riches!"
As the war general collapsed, his final view was the coldly detached faces of his deputy general and the soldiers who had once been his trusted allies.
This sight convinced the war general that hope was lost!
The whole Heavenly Abyss Civilization faced inevitable ruin!
Such incidents were unfolding everywhere throughout the Heavenly Abyss Civilization at that instant.
And the Predator Federation was in even greater turmoil!
Learning of the vast reserve resources and the authorities’ role in the plunder, these indigenous forces and military exotic beasts suddenly comprehended the predators’ brutality toward such beasts.
This ignited a realm-wide uprising once more, but now driven by vengeance, shared conviction, and unyielding determination.
Countless exotic beasts not only captured the treasure maps for resource distribution points but also assaulted various defensive perimeters and vital outposts.
Though not every outpost was genuine, verifying even portions of the resource distribution map sufficed.
After millennia of development, the craving for Luck Stones among these two Star Nebula Great Clans—spanning military and civilians alike—had soared to an insatiable height.
When avarice climaxed, compounded by brutal repression and seething resentment at its zenith,
The abrupt emergence of these inundating resource distribution maps exposed the two Star Nebula Great Clans’ ploy to reap the lower and middle strata, shattering the resolve of the populace and even numerous military exotic beasts’ loyalties!
"Ah!!! Hunt down the resource maps; we’re done defending! Weren’t my kin and companions also among those reaped from the lower and middle ranks?"
"Hahaha! Dark Starry Sky, this is the merciless Dark Starry Sky that devours without remorse!"
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In the midst of this mental breakdown and defensive collapse, the Dark Erosion Holy Hall effortlessly carved a path through the frontline.
This compelled both the predator god and the Master of the Celestial Abyss, amid the frenzied public outrage and frantic troop movements, to urgently reach out to the Erosion Spirit King. After swearing the Starry Sky Blood Oath to eternally serve as subordinates to the Undead Holy Sect, they at last secured the deployment of the Erosion Spirit King’s unmatched army.
Yet, even upon arrival, it proved too tardy!
The Dark Erosion Holy Hall had seized half the domains of the two Star Nebula Great Clans at negligible expense, while the leftover regions fell under the effective sway of the Undead Holy Sect.
It’s accurate to state that the once valiant and ferocious two Star Nebula Great Clans had, over these brief millennia, deteriorated to near-total vulnerability, with military morale and civilian morale utterly dispersed.
This spectacle chilled the cores of the Dark Erosion Holy Hall and the Erosion Spirit King alike.
They came to appreciate the dread instilled by the architect of this greed-driven and fiscal maelstrom.
Without revealing themselves or emerging openly, the instigator merely incited tempests from the shadows, reducing the two previously bold and fierce Star Nebula Great Clans to this weakened state.
A bloodless slaughter!
"This Old Six is horrifying; I viewed him merely as an explosively potent wildcard hero, unaware he excelled so alarmingly in intrigue as well!"
At that juncture, the Master of the Dark Erosion Holy Hall and the "Unspeakable" Squad Leader stood together, their faces grave.
For this conflict against the two Star Nebula Great Clans had instilled in them a profound dread of the Wolf Lord.
"Mm, yet luckily, this tactic can only succeed once; I’m certain future powers will devise apt countermeasures."
The Squad Leader of the Blazing Flame Division mulled it over momentarily before conveying this thought via spiritual will.
Even they, renowned for their near-flawless cunning, had failed to anticipate the Wolf Lord’s capacity to embody a chilling, merciless strategist!
Thankfully, the Wolf Lord aligned with their cause; otherwise, confronting such a swiftly ascending and potent adversary
Would challenge even the Squad Leader of the Blazing Flame Division—once dominant over the Star Nebula—more intensely than battling a veteran imperial figure like the Sun Emperor!
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Within the Human Fortress, Tiffany served merely as a marginally valuable instrument for the elite; akin to her numerous classmates thrust into uncontrollable predicaments, she was a piece easily sacrificed by the leadership. With no rescue effort from the Human Fortress for Tiffany and Sander in the Arctic across such an extended time, Tiffany had turned bitterly disillusioned. Observing how she could obtain fresh variant species meat merely by aiding the Wolf Clan, Tiffany and Sander concurrently resolved on a particular choice.
Su Lin examined the looks on their faces, seeing their emotions as sincere, precisely as Su Lin had planned. He could nearly foresee that during the ice age, human society’s framework had long fragmented, and for these individuals, even minor gestures from him would secure absolute devotion. Such an advantageous deal—why wouldn’t Su Lin embrace it? Amazement lingered solely in his gaze.
What mighty creature could overpower the Mad Thunder Skyhawk, endowed with such dominant might, and still boldly haul its remains toward the Land of Adventure?
Beneath the stunned gazes of the predators, a White Wolf of even greater prowess emerged; its velocity was so immense it defied visual tracking, manifesting only as a fleeting white blur that vanished like a specter. When they blinked their eyes anew, the White Wolf was already positioned proudly atop a far-off incline, raising a skyward howl to lead the White Wolf Pack into the Arctic’s profound expanses...
This spectacle etched deeply into the souls of the various predators, probably an enduring recollection of the silver-white White Wolf outline they’d cherish lifelong, impossible to erase.
For that White Wolf exuded nearly the fiercest aura they’d witnessed among all beings, its daunting power compelling them to steer clear at any price, while its haughty gaze, scorning everything, ignited terror within their beings!