Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf

Chapter 1014: Chapter 591 Wolf Pack’s Strength, Awaiting the Opportunity.

The Wolf Pack Civilization VS Theological Alliance—this was destined to be a battle that would shake the entire world.

It was even more grand and tumultuous than the blood war between the Wolf Pack and the Ice Crystal Tribe in the Northern Cold Region.

Both sides had committed at least hundreds of millions of their forces into this war.

So far, the Theological Alliance alone had suffered nearly one hundred million casualties, the vast majority of them being Northern Border humans.

After all, the sheer numbers of the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan and the Cold Cicada Clan were unimaginably overwhelming. Even the Northern Border humans, though elite and fortified by the greatest strategic terrain, still suffered devastating losses.

Originally, the elite force of about twelve million humans had already lost a full seventy percent of its strength.

Seventy percent!

What does that entail?

It means that simply spreading out the dead bodies would cover an area spanning several cities.

The blood from these corpses, pooled together, could form a raging river of crimson!

And the grim reality was truly such.

At the last line of defense in the Northern Border, rivers of blood flowed freely and brutally—whether it was humans, Northern Desert Sandworms, or the Cold Cicada Clan, they all seemed like Asuras or demons charging forth from that bloody torrent.

Yet, the Northern Desert Sandworms and Cold Cicada Clan, inherently insect-like Exotic Beasts, carried an unyielding wildness in their very essence: victory or annihilation.

Thus far, the Northern Desert Sandworms and the Cold Cicada Clan took the offensive, their attack more ferocious by the second.

Even the Northern Desert Sandworm King had personally joined the fray—it could sense that the Wolf Pack Civilization’s fortune embedded within its being might completely dissipate in just two or three hours.

When that time came, without the Wolf Pack Civilization’s fortune as a reinforcement, relying solely on the Mongol War Alliance’s mere fortune would never match the Northern Border humans’ Theological Alliance fortune.

Not to mention, the Northern Border humans still possessed reserves of the Force of Fortune accumulated in the past!

Faced with such a critical moment, the Northern Desert Sandworm King’s eyes brimmed with savage determination.

Even noticing the Humanoid Shadow offered it no pause—amidst the surge of a million King-level Retainers gathered into a Fortune Formation, it charged toward the vulnerable points of the Northern Border’s last defense line!

BOOM!

A deafening impact resounded as energy scattered in all directions.

The Fortune Formation formed by the million King-level Retainers on the battlefield seemed like a force so mighty it could repel gods and demons, shattering a segment of the nuclear power grid within the defensive line, resulting in violent nuclear explosions echoing throughout.

Thankfully, the last defensive line had emergency measures—its internal energy reserve switches were immediately cranked to maximum, rapidly absorbing the unstable nuclear energy from the shattered grid—preventing a chain reaction of explosions.

Even so, the Northern Desert Sandworm King had managed to shatter part of the nuclear power grid and climbed atop the final defensive stronghold. It screamed hoarsely, leading its followers in a frenzied slaughter, while calling all Northern Desert Sandworms to assault this weak point.

“Tactical warfare!”

This was the classic and enduring strategy of tactical warfare on battlefields.

Yet very quickly, Mo Haiqing led the remaining human forces of just over one million Mech Armored Warriors to seal off this breach.

Both sides leveraged the forces of their respective fortunes, engaging in the fiercest close-quarters combat along this mere several dozen miles of wall.

Yes,

at such close distances, even humans’ technological weapons and ammunition lost their utility—they had only their fierce resolve to rely upon for hand-to-hand combat.

Hand-to-hand combat was always bloodier, more gruesome, and so even the veteran elites of humanity found many among them unable to endure.

Yet soon they fell under Mo Haiqing’s relentless orders to hold the line and fight.

To be frank, it was only at this point that the Dragon Country humans truly understood what kind of Era this was.

A war so brutal that rivers of blood could form and mountains of corpses could rise—they had never encountered one like this before.

But such savage battles were bound to continue unabated, until this battlefield determined a victor, crowned the ruler who could unify the entire Eurasian Continental Plate.

In this kind of war, whether it was the commanders of each side, the Northern Desert Sandworm King, or Mo Haiqing—all of their hearts had long dispensed with pity and compassion, overflowing instead with rabid desire for victory.

For they knew well, only by winning this war could they maintain their foothold in this heaven and earth!

Even Mo Haiqing understood this!

If he failed to prove himself through this unprecedented battle, his future within the Theological Alliance might plummet below even that of a discarded, expendable Death Worm!

And so, amidst the carnage of this savage war, amid the human battle cries and the screeches of the Northern Desert Sandworms and Variant Species Cicadas, the sands of time slipped away slowly.

But with every passing second, tens of thousands of lives perished upon this battlefield.

…..

And as the Northern Desert Sandworms, Cold Cicada Clan, and Northern Border humans fought nearly to their last breath,

a classified intelligence report infused entirely with the inscriptions of Soul Rules traversed along an invisible dark thread, carried alongside countless displaced human women and children, heading toward the Northern Cold Region’s mountain fortress—which could rightly be called the Strongest Fortress.

At this very moment within that mountain fortress, countless Wolf Pack Exotic Beasts, after a year’s recuperation and regeneration, had shed their former selves entirely.

Each Exotic Beast radiated vitality and spirit!

One must remember, the Exotic Beasts of the Wolf Pack Headquarters were originally elite selections from various tribes and Blessed Lands. After such an extended period of absorbing the Wolf Pack Civilization’s Fortune and the Thundercloud Power, now—even excluding the Rat Tide Faction—any Exotic Beast selected at random possessed Monster-Level strength.

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