Chapter Seventy-Two: The Fall of the Werewolves! [Request for Monthly Ticket] Second Update
2017-02-11
Author: Author (诸生浮屠)
Strong Divine Power!
In an instant, the Succubus Queen – Mikanxute was flooded with countless thoughts, but in the end, she took no action.
The power displayed by Soren’s true form shocked these demons and filled them with fear of the deities. The Lord of Death rules the Underworld, and now, not to mention the Succubus Queen – Mikanxute, even the Spider Queen – Rose would hesitate to face Soren alone, as there was almost no chance of victory. Since obtaining the throne of the Lord of Death, Soren had ascended to a divine level among the deities, and now all that remained was to wait for the Saint’s Cataclysm to pass. As long as the Saint’s Cataclysm passed without incident, he would be one of the most powerful deities in the human pantheon, even the Lord of Radiance would have no way to deal with him.
The living Bechard might not even be Soren’s match, let alone Bechard, who was already dead yet not entirely so.
Soren’s true form forcefully erased the divine power from the ‘Lord of Storms’ summoned by Yenogu using the Divine Power of [Change Reality], leaving the City of Yenogu exposed like a naked woman in front of a group of fierce men. Countless demons, previously demoralized, instantly became excited, and thousands of demons charged towards the City of Yenogu.
The King of Werewolves did not retreat.
As a rapidly rising Demon Lord, he was willing to fight to the last moment for the position and ideals he sought to protect!
Yenogu was a Demon Lord with a vision.
Since becoming a Demon Lord, he had fought for one purpose: the prosperity and flourishing of the werewolves. In the best-case scenario, all races, including humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, etc., would be the slaves and food of werewolves. He had dedicated his life to this cause, fighting for the rise of werewolves!
Therefore.
Even in the face of multiple demon armies, not a single werewolf inside the City of Yenogu showed any signs of retreat.
This was an incredible scene!
But reality was as such; the werewolves regarded this place as a sacred land for their race. Only on this level could werewolves be the masters, freely enslaving other races, treating humans, dwarves, elves, and halflings as food.
Yenogu had always been considered the supreme king by the werewolves!
Of course, this was only among their race; to any other race, even demons, Yenogu was a fierce and brutal Demon Lord, with his servants preying upon all living beings.
This was an unprecedented bitter battle.
Even Soren had not encountered such a tenacious enemy before. Countless werewolves surged forth to stop the demon army’s advance, showing not a hint of retreat. They exhibited an attitude of fighting to the death while guarding this castle stained with the blood of countless humans, demons, dwarves, elves, and other races. Yenogu stood on the front lines wielding a three-headed flail, surrounded by the corpses of many high-level demons. He let out howls of rage like a wolf, yet showed no sign of backing down. If he wished, he could escape, but from that moment on, he would be like a stray dog, never able to reclaim his territory.
Thus, Yenogu chose to fight to the death. As the ruler of the werewolves, he could not abandon everything.
In this world, good and evil are not so absolute.
Yenogu pillaged and harmed thousands of humans from other worlds every year, but within the werewolves, he was an utterly revered and worshipped king!
“It’s time to end all of this!”
The figure of the Minotaur King appeared, and he, towering and robust, led a group of giant minotaurs into battle.
His hatred for Yenogu had lasted countless years, and in the Bottomless Abyss, there were few places to eat beef. Thus, aside from humans, the werewolves’ second favorite food was minotaurs. Yenogu’s servants greatly enjoyed attacking the followers of the Minotaur King, and in battle, the agile and coordinated werewolves often gained the upper hand.
Thousands of minotaurs and giant minotaurs swung their battle axes as they charged onto the battlefield, fervently venting their hatred and fury.
Succubi and the offspring of humans also began to advance.
Mikanxute had seduced a large number of humans, many of whom had offspring with the succubi. These half-demons were among the main forces of the Succubus Queen.
“Go!”
With a wave of his hand, Soren summoned waves of Flame Demons to join the fight.
The downfall of Yenogu was a historical inevitability. Soren could not allow Yenogu to block his forward momentum; regardless of his standing among the werewolves, he had to crush him.
The true main force entered the battlefield.
The hulking giant minotaurs and fiery Flame Demons crashed against the sides of the City of Yenogu; thousands of werewolves fell under the onslaught, and in that moment, Yenogu was covered in blood, bursting with astonishing combat power derived from the Minotaur King’s centuries-long rage. The two sides had battled for hundreds of rounds, both sides injured.
Finally, Soren made his move.
Amidst the raging flames, his massive form descended from the sky.
Mikanxute merely watched from a distance, her eyes shimmering with an unknown light, seemingly plotting something.
Clang!
The Soulcutter giant sword clashed with the Time Flail, erupting with dazzling sparks.
Fortunately, the opponent had not acquired the entirety of the Time Flail, granting Soren a clear advantage.
All around lay the corpses of demons and werewolves, and Soren’s assault was like a storm, leveraging the enormous body of the super giant demon to suppress the enemy. He was bolstered by power from his true form, and Yenogu himself was not particularly powerful; his rise was inextricably linked to Bechard.
The fierce battle continued for a long time.
Ultimately, the body of the King of Werewolves – Yenogu fell, and with his death, countless werewolves let out piercing wails.
Then these werewolves began to scatter and flee.
Their king was dead, and the kingdom of werewolves would be destroyed. The Bottomless Abyss would no longer host a kingdom of werewolves, and they could only escape like stray dogs.
Cheers erupted.
But they did not come from demons but rather from those enslaved mortals.
After the battle erupted, some human slaves began to rise in rebellion. They hated these werewolves immensely, even more than the demons!
This city, which represented the glory of the werewolves, had transformed into the grave of the werewolves.
Their slaves included humans, demons, dwarves, elves, orcs, etc., and now these slaves quickly turned against their masters. Though they did not know how victorious demons would treat them, anything was better than being eaten by werewolves.
The war came to an end.
The visible area was filled with the corpses of demons and werewolves, and defeating a centuries-old adversary made the Minotaur King immensely exhilarated.
The cunning and clever Succubus Legion had already begun to clean the battlefield.
And Soren’s towering body came to rest upon the massive corpse of Bechard. He lowered his head and murmured a few words, then tightened his grip on the enormous Soulcutter, and with a sudden thrust, he plunged it into the body of this ancient yet not fully dead Obsidian Demon.
