Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1944 - 1082: Crimson Sun Bloodbath, Hundred Stars Encircle the Wolf Lord! (Part 2)

In this present moment, the conflict has reached a critical juncture.

Beyond the brutal, all-consuming warfare occurring between the Red Sun Empire and the Bright Day System, the confrontation between Su Lin and the Hundred Stars Alliance has intensified over the past centuries to a magnitude that causes the very cosmos to tremble, saturating the vacuum of space with a thick, sanguine aura.

The massive legions from Yangyang Star and the elite warriors gathered from various Stellar Systems—representing both the Quasi-Sky and Sky Realms—have proven themselves to be a formidable adversary.

Over these centuries, they have engaged the three primary military divisions of the Wolf Pack Civilization in numerous head-on collisions; despite being forced to retreat repeatedly, their tactical formations have remained resilient, and their systemic foundation has held firm.

Nevertheless, the Wolf Pack Civilization has only managed to annex five Stellar Systems and over ten Small Constant Stars throughout these hundreds of years, while simultaneously suffering the loss of the six Stellar Systems and twenty-plus Small Constant Stars they had captured initially.

Evidently, the momentum has shifted.

During these centuries, the Wolf Pack Civilization appears to have gained nothing of lasting value; instead, they have depleted the vast resources they previously plundered.

Yet, exactly at this juncture,

just as the collective expectation was that the downfall of the Wolf Pack Civilization was inevitable and they were soon to taste their own defeat,

even the Lord of Yangyang, a ruler driven by boundless ambition, finally deployed the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army, an elite force kept shrouded in secrecy as the ultimate lifeline for the Hundred Stars Alliance.

His intention was to orchestrate a cataclysmic event capable of rattling the entire Wangshu Zone.

It was a calculated trap designed specifically to eradicate the Master of Heavenly Wolf.

Following the death of the Wolf Lord, the prevailing crises would find resolution,

and the inherently fractured Wolf Pack Civilization, plagued by internal military discord, would surely disintegrate without the guidance of their powerful Emperor.

By that point, he planned to mobilize billions upon billions of troops from the Hundred Stars Alliance to subjugate the Sky Wolf System.

Bordered by the Black Sun Stellar System to the south, the Void Abyss Mayfly Clan to the west, and his own holdings to the east, the Wolf Pack Civilization was destined to fade into historical obscurity.

By succeeding, he would garner unparalleled prestige and ascend to the status of a preeminent figure within the Wangshu Zone.

At this moment,

the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army stood fully marshaled.

A formidable force consisting of 80 billion battle-hardened soldiers—units trained in secret for an unspecified duration at the cost of countless resources from the Hundred Stars Alliance.

At the behest of the Sun Emperor, they had already participated in several high-stakes skirmishes near the Star Core.

Now, this silent, imposing army waited before the Lord of Yangyang.

Contrary to rumors, the force did not consist entirely of Sky Realm elites; while 20 billion attained the rank of Sky Realm, the remaining bulk stood at the precipice of the Quasi-Sky Realm.

Even so, the achievement remained staggering.

Gathering 20 billion Sky Realm martial practitioners requires a bottomless well of resources.

For a coalition as complex as the Hundred Stars Alliance, composed of over a hundred competing factions, the ability to pool such immense sustenance for a single army was truly unprecedented.

Only those who have spearheaded massive military alliances understand the Herculean difficulty of this task.

Since true unity is elusive, the mere fact that no single faction sabotaged the endeavor for local profit is a miracle in itself.

Thus, the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army stands as a legendary entity.

Outfitted with full armaments of Sky Realm grade, wielders of star energy weaponry, and supported by a fleet of over twenty Star Sky Mother Ship Groups, they represent an invincible, heavily armed juggernaut.

Observing this display of raw power, even the Lord of Yangyang could not conceal his swelling pride; after a meticulous inspection, he bellowed: "It has been a long time. You are the elite warriors summoned from diverse corners of our Stellar Systems! Since your inception over half an Era ago, you were raised to withstand the Red Sun Empire, but circumstances have changed. They are currently occupied by the Bright Day System, yet we have discovered a more pressing adversary!"

"That enemy has decimated one-third of our territories, refining numerous stellar systems into mere ornaments upon their wings. This grudge is beyond reconciliation!"

Responding to the Lord of Yangyang’s spiritual command, the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army remained motionless; only a heavy, stifling murderous intent surged outward.

"This blood debt must be collected, even if it claims our lives in this struggle! We may become nothing more than nameless husks discarded in the starry void, but the Hundred Stars Alliance has sustained you for an Era. Now, the time has come to repay that devotion. Thousands of billions of miles away, the three primary groups of the Wolf Pack Civilization are pinned down, leaving that Demon Wolf Lord isolated for the first time. I intend to lead the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army personally, spearheading the assault to encircle and slay... the Master of the Wolf Pack! I ask you... do you have the courage to join me in securing this unparalleled honor?"

The expression on the face of the Lord of Yangyang hardened with resolute determination.

Upon his second spiritual appeal, the entire army issued no slogans or oaths; the only response was a deafening, unified surge of killing intent and the synchronized clatter of weaponry vibrating through their armored ranks.

Among these reverberating sounds, many members of the Godslaying Army, whose ancient, original planets had long been turned to ash, felt their eyes burn with the unquenchable fire of vengeance.

Then,

without further pause, the Lord of Yangyang moved decisively, leading his most formidable legion directly toward the location of the Wolf Lord.

This represented a reckless, grand-scale gamble for the Hundred Stars Alliance, risking their entire reserve of elite power.

Should they fall, the Alliance might be reduced to little more than Yangyang Star itself.

Should they emerge victorious, the Hundred Stars Alliance would experience a quantum leap, potentially usurping the Wolf Pack Civilization to become the dominant sovereign force in the Wangshu Zone.

Yet, even as this trump card finally entered the theater of war,

a separate force that had persisted in the shadows began to maneuver, appearing indifferent to the recapture of the previous six Stellar Systems, moving silently to flank the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army.

This force was modest in count—less than a tenth of the Godslaying Army—but its aura seemed to command the very stars, its morale and combat spirit so tangible that it felt entirely invincible.

......

Su Lin harbored the intention of cultivating the two humans before him as his own acolytes; to this end, he bestowed upon them a reward of 200 pounds of fresh meat, a bounty sufficient to ensure their survival for an extended period.

Sander and Tiffany were stunned by the gesture, their hearts swelling with newfound gratitude toward the White Wolf, never having imagined their battlefield contributions would yield such a hefty reward.

Sander recalled his previous existence in the Human Fortress, where he occupied the lowest rungs of society; being mocked and humiliated was his daily reality, especially during periods of extreme scarcity. Valuable Variant Species Flesh was always reserved for the high-ranking or the powerful New Humans, leaving the dregs of the fortress to starve. Compared to those days, his current life felt infinitely superior.

Tiffany, too, had been viewed merely as a utilitarian tool by the elites of the fortress, as disposable as any other piece of cannon fodder. With no hope of rescue from the Human Fortress while they withered in the Arctic, her heart had frosted over—until now. Witnessing that within the Wolf Clan, hard work earned genuine, nutritious Variant Species Flesh, both she and Sander silently reached an irrevocable decision at the same time.

Su Lin noted their expressions; their sentiments appeared genuine, aligning perfectly with his goals. Having deduced the fragmented state of human civilization following the Ice Age, he realized that a few small favors were more than enough to secure their unwavering loyalty. The value of this exchange was immense. His eyes shimmered with curiosity.

How mighty must a creature be to crush the Mad Thunder Skyhawk with such absolute dominance, and then nonchalantly drag its carcass toward the Land of Adventure?