Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1946 - 1083: The Hundred Stars Alliance Defeated! (Part 2)

"Wail, wail, Lord of Yangyang, where have you all gone?"

Several war generals unleashed mournful cries, yet the only response they received from the Wolf Pack Civilization was cold-blooded execution.

Within merely a few decades, the entire Flame Sun Army suffered a total collapse, finding themselves unable to maintain any defensive position.

Of their nearly twenty trillion troops, a full ten trillion had been slaughtered, while the remainder fled in pure terror.

Attempting to escape without the security of a battle formation, however, was no different than livestock waiting to be butchered.

"Slay them all! Every resource we seize belongs to us! We have sacrificed enough; it is time to reap our rewards!"

Radiant Sun Princess roared from the very front of the assault.

Her aura of ruthless violence intensified, further amplifying her combat prowess with every strike.

After nearly two millennia of unrelenting warfare, she finally breached a minor threshold, ascending to the late stage of the Tenth Heaven.

A Holy Angel at the late stage of the Tenth Heaven was now easily a match for the Black Sun Commander of the Nightmare Army.

Consequently, in terms of military achievements, combat power, and reputation, Radiant Sun Princess was rapidly becoming a definitive icon of the Wolf Pack Civilization.

During the bloody carnage at the Sea of Star Sand, Radiant Sun Princess had mastered the art of total warfare—utilizing every available asset to erode enemy morale while commanding the grand strategy.

Through this engagement, she truly grasped what it meant to lead a savage and relentless offensive on the front lines.

Perhaps the entire Wangshu Zone had underestimated the Hundred Stars Alliance, deeming it utterly fragile and incapable of meaningful resistance.

Yet, the fact that it had survived this long, wedged between the massive Red Sun Empire and the Bright Day System, spoke volumes.

Radiant Sun Princess bore witness to the resolve of the Flame Sun Army and the elite aces of the Hundred Stars Alliance, who fought with a suicidal determination to drag the Wolf Pack Civilization down with them. She saw war kings and generals charging into the fray without a shred of fear, noble in their self-sacrifice.

Had they not lost their fighting spirit and morale during the final stages, these elite forces would not have fallen so easily.

"Die! The Lord of Yangyang and the so-called Hundred Stars Godslaying Army cannot save you! Surrender now and your lives shall be spared!"

Radiant Sun Princess utilized psychological warfare amidst her battle cries.

This tactic caused the wavering ranks of the retreating armies to falter even further.

Any units that hesitated—even those not fully surrendering—were swiftly beheaded by the three main military groups.

Only a select few of the Hundred Stars Alliance elite, exhausted and unable to fight on, chose to kneel and bow immediately, thereby securing their survival.

The Wolf Lord had repeatedly commanded that surrendered troops and prisoners within the Wolf Pack Civilization were not to be executed.

As these soldiers began to kneel, the act spread like a contagion through the ranks.

After all, they had already abandoned their morale, their honor, and their belief in their own spiritual foundations.

Just as the Flame Sun Army and the Hundred Stars Alliance were hitting their breaking point, shedding their will to fight and kneeling like whipped dogs to save their hides, a force drenched in the scent of infinite blood emerged at the edge of the battlefield.

Hovering above them was a Star Sky Battle Flag, adorned with intricate soul patterns.

It was the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army.

At the tip of their vanguard stood the Lord of Yangyang.

Covered in gore and sustaining horrifying injuries, the Lord of Yangyang’s half-step taboo aura flickered in instability.

As he arrived, he bellowed hoarsely, "Ah! We have been tricked! Retreat! Everyone retreat to Yangyang Star! Do not lose your resolve, and do not break your battle formations!"

Despite his desperate commands, the tide of battle remained unmoved.

Gravely injured, the Lord of Yangyang finally peered at the reality of the battlefield.

One look was enough to make his heart stop and his soul tremble; blood-colored tears began to pour from his eyes.

He saw his once-mighty Flame Sun Army and the elite aces of the Hundred Stars Alliance being slaughtered like cattle, or else kneeling like groveling curs before the Wolf Pack Civilization.

"We are too late! We have arrived too late! But we, too, were ambushed by the hidden forces of the Wolf Pack Civilization! It was all a trap, and we fell right into it!"

Beside the Lord of Yangyang, the war generals of the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army watched the scene and cried out in agony.

Not long after the Hundred Stars Godslaying Army had begun their advance, they were ambushed by a terrifying elite force.

This unit consisted entirely of Third Heaven Heavenly Boundary beings and Quasi-Sovereigns. Millions of them wore Star Energy Mechas, and their tactical precision was peerless.

Such combat strength was classified as the pinnacle of elite forces within the Star Core.

They could not comprehend how such a force had manifested, nor could they fathom how a power like the Wolf Pack Civilization, existing for only ten thousand years, could harbor such terrifying strength.

The moment this elite force appeared to create a river of blood, both the Lord of Yangyang and his army realized they had been played.

It appeared the Wolf Pack Civilization had long plotted to eradicate every elite ace within the Hundred Stars Alliance.

With these masters removed, the Wolf Pack Civilization would be free to sweep through and purge every star—save for Yangyang Star—without any further resistance.

"The Wolf Pack Civilization is too treacherous; they are simply too insidious!"

After hundreds of years, having lost ninety percent of their forces, the Lord of Yangyang and his army stared at the wreckage of their cause, heavy with grief.

As far as the eye could see, the soldiers of the Flame Sun Army and the Hundred Stars Alliance were either numb, weeping with pain, or staring back with blood-filled eyes.

No longer did any soldier charge the Lord of Yangyang with the united fervor of the past.

They were no longer a routed army; they were merely a mass of broken souls willing to serve as lapdogs to the enemies who had destroyed their homes, all for the sake of survival.

With the landscape of the war utterly lost, the arrival of the Lord of Yangyang and his Godslaying Army was meaningless.

"Hahaha! Do you see? Even your so-called savior has come here only to die like a beaten cur! Hahaha!"

Though Radiant Sun Princess, Fox-tail Algae, Vulture King, and Black Rat did not fully grasp how the Lord of Yangyang and the legendary Hundred Stars Godslaying Army had been reduced to such a pathetic state, they realized the Alliance was finished.

This victory belonged entirely to the Wolf Pack Civilization.

After two thousand years of grueling war, such a decisive triumph naturally sparked arrogant, exuberant, and triumphant laughter from the commanders of the Wolf Pack Civilization.

Their predatory, joyful roars formed a stark, cutting contrast to the crushing despair felt by the defeated dogs of the Hundred Stars Alliance.

Su Lin directed his gaze toward the two towering figures nearby. Xiao Hui, sensing the imposing presence of the Wolf King, braced himself, while the Little Lone Wolf stood with his head bowed in a show of deep respect, much to Su Lin's satisfaction.

As a Lead Wolf, the Little Lone Wolf wielded significant authority, yet he remained perpetually in awe of Su Lin.

Xiao Hui, keeping his carefree and mischievous nature, acted much like an eight-year-old child despite his evolved intellect. He cared for nothing but following Su Lin across the world to expand the dignity of the Wolf Clan across the Arctic.

For the two White Wolves, who had served with distinction throughout the war, Su Lin did not hesitate to grant a reward of three hundred pounds of blood meat. This sudden bounty sent Xiao Hui into a howl of pure ecstasy, while the Little Lone Wolf, though more reserved, expressed his profound joy through a sharp, echoing howl.

Every other member of the Wolf Clan who had participated with merit—whether a Beta Wolf or a subordinate—received appropriate rewards. The cavern erupted into a festive atmosphere, mirroring a human New Year celebration.