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2042: Chapter 681: Seriously, You Rabid Fans Are Too Much!

2042 -681: Seriously, You Rabid Fans Are Too Much!

Once we perform that ritual, it won’t just be the Blackflame Mountain Pass; the whole of Transylvania will be overturned in an instant.

The Black Disaster led by you will spread across Transylvania.

It will be a grand plunder more glorious than the victory of the King of Bone Biting.

You will spread fear and disaster, and the entire world will enter the true cycle of renewal under the burning flames of war.

This world is waiting to fulfill its primal mission!

This ugly, erroneous era must be corrected!”

“Of course, I will do as you ask.”

Botana lowered her head and agreed, then discussed the specific plan with Origin before breaking off contact.

But as the pearl bracelet was tossed aside, the Claw Chief Mother coldly laughed a few times.

These Twilight followers are truly insane, even characters like Origin deeply believe in the necessity of apocalypse.

But who would want to rule over a pile of ruins?

The Wolf People want a glorious victory and to establish their own nation on fertile soil.

Their repeated wars are for the struggle of survival.

But now, Twilight publicly demands they fulfill the mission of world destruction…

Bah!

Nonsense mission!

This continent belongs to the Wolf People!

After they occupy those beautiful lands, the Wolf People will replace weak and pathetic humans and those sub-species, bearing the duties of building and defending the continent.

Indeed.

Twilight is the enemy!

It is not only the enemy of all Order Creatures but also of the Wolf People!

This is something even the crude and arrogant Gehrman·Bonebite can understand and wholeheartedly agree with.

Twilight…

Don’t think just because we Wolf People are using you now, you can take more than deserved.

You’re just a tool, just a chamber pot, and once used, you’ll be kicked away!

“Huggesen!

Come to me.”

The Claw Chief Mother called upon her most capable and strongest Split Claw Overlord, who soon came before her carrying the Wolf Blood Holy Sword.

This Golden jackal warrior, enhanced to the limit by voodoo secret techniques, had already donned his helmet, with the war flag of the Pī zhǎo Clan tied behind him, ready to lead the army to attack the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

“Hmm, not bad, you seem ready for battle.”

The Chief Mother admired her prized creation like a son, but Huggesen couldn’t respond; his vocal cords had lost their function after multiple voodoo enhancements, and he could only issue one wild battle cry after another.

“Prepare the warriors, and have Lord Manson of the Blood Scar Clan start summoning the power of The Master of Hunting to disrupt Spiritual Energy, then lead the army personally to charge forward.

But remember!

You can only charge to the seventh defensive line and no further…”

“Hmm?”

Huggesen let out a curious nasal sound, but Botana did not explain, simply intensifying her tone:

“No need to ask further, I have my plans!

You will soon see with your own eyes the glorious Black Disaster I stir up…

No, it should be called ‘Heavenly Disaster’!

I will prove with facts that the Pī zhǎo Clan is the most powerful Wolf People clan.

I will also declare with undeniable victory that the era of Split Claw is coming, what nonsense Master of Hunting!

How can we worship a yet unborn Evil God?

No!

We Wolf People don’t need those godly trinkets to rule the world!

This is the truth I悟出 from the fragmented words left by the great and noble King of Bone Biting.

Huggesen, we Wolf People are inherently nobler than other races of this continent, and we should enjoy respect from the entire world!”

Botana laughed heartily, saying:

“Seeing that scene before I die would be enough to comfort my soul, and you, my child, my finest creation, you will ultimately be crowned as king!

You will become the second King of Bone Biting, and you will achieve what even Lord Felix couldn’t.

Go.

Begin your journey.”

The Grand Marshal Huggesen nodded, then silently turned and left.

Botana watched his departing figure, her eyes full of a gentleness never shown to her daughters.

She had never revealed Huggesen’s lineage to anyone, but Gehrman·Bonebite foolishly considered himself the legitimate descendant of the King of Bone Biting, never realizing that besides him, there was a second Son of Bone Bite.

Botana accidentally found this child in her youth,

She confirmed through various methods that this orphan was the purest bloodline left by the King of Bone Biting.

Delighted, she named him “Huggesen” and continuously enhanced him with voodoo wisdom.

Yes.

Huggesen can be regarded as her and the King of Bone Biting’s “child,” a true masterpiece that makes her proud.

He is the destined true King of the Wolf People!

Alas, now all living Wolven, who among them isn’t a loyal fan of the King of Bone Biting?

Having a child for an idol sounds absurd, but for a fanatical female fan, isn’t this the best way to pay homage to her idol?

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“Achoo!”

Hog suddenly sneezed during the march, causing Tear Flesh beside him to look at him in surprise.

Wise Wolf waved his paw, indicating it was nothing.

But just now, he felt the consciousness of the King of Bone Biting tremble suddenly, wondering if Lord Felix had a nightmare…

“Ahead is the Black Eye Clan’s territory, Wise Wolf.”

Tear Flesh informed him:

“Are you ready?”

“Let’s go, the Black Disaster is already on the way, so ready or not, we can’t retreat.”