Chapter 19

I blundered for a couple more minutes, still not knowing whether to fuck off to the city at full speed to create the toughest line of defense, because Salem after this, will fuck me like the last dog. Which is exactly what she was doing ten minutes ago. Moving my muzzle, I even whistled a little from the destruction. It was not for nothing that I took her as far away from Wolfgrad as possible, otherwise he would have already accumulated. There were giant crevices on the ground, which I instinctively jumped over during the fight.

Having seen enough of this destruction, I rushed back to the city to prepare for her return, which will be the most terrible of all time. However, why she just dumped and did not continue the attack is another matter. Here, in fact, it's about the psychological attack that I inflicted on her in an adrenaline frenzy, when there were no thoughts or other plans. And I must say, I hit her pretty hard!

I did not expect this from myself, I hoped for luck, which saved me from a terrible death! And I would have died for sure, she beat me up in all respects, and when she threw me back with her little hands, my eyes flew out of my head! However, devouring her was a reckless act, although who would have thought that she would be able to take control of me in this way?

Therefore, I urgently need to become stronger, ten times stronger, so that one blow of mine can smash a mountain! And all the grimms were trembling with fear, although they have no fear at all! But no one cares. However, it becomes a Wolf-in-one blow, somehow I don't want to. And so, I finally reached the entrance to the city, where my wolves were all waiting for me. I came running in the evening, I would even say almost at night, our battle turned out to be so long.

I was still riddled with various wounds from which black slime flowed, which replaced my blood. Regeneration was already working at full capacity, but it could not cope with such wounds. I don't know how she fucked me up, but the scars will definitely remain. Well, basically, being a Wolf with scars is fashionable and gives me a special charm. Like, the Wolf-who-survived. Yeah, the only thing missing is the scar from the annihilator cannon on his ass.

My wolves... well, how do you get them to be feminine? Cubs? Not... wolves? Heh, it's great, but not. The she-wolves! First, my she-wolves attacked me in a crowd, starting to lick from all sides, I would even say, lick all my wounds. Only Mark stood next to the worried face, but he did not allow himself such liberties.

After exchanging pleasantries with my wolves, I sent them off to do business, and myself and Mark went to the residence, where we had a very important dialogue. Actually, he knew who she was, because during the control, she passed her name in her mind. I told him what happened, how I got a pussy, but with the help of my sudden attack, I was able to put her to flight. He nodded his muzzle, listening seriously to everything.

We ended up urgently fortifying all the cities, arming everyone and everything to be ready for the attack of the huge army of Grimm. Yes, I can take some of it under my control, but I don't think I can take at least half of the horde she sends. And there will be more grimms than Chinese in my world.

We immediately dismissed the fact that Salem would give up on such a thing, or rather I, because Mark did not understand what my cock-in-mouth gesture meant. He considered it an ordinary attack, and not something harsh for Salem. Well, I knew about how angry Salem was, so I started preparing for the worst. And Mark and I went the very next day to look for wild grimms, while the city itself and its inhabitants were preparing for a new war. Yeah, that's not how I wanted to start the existence of the Wolf Kingdom! But Salem simply will not be able to leave such a thing.

Knowing her motivation from the cartoon, which was not very logical, it seems. Fuck knows, though. I've watched nothing, but for everything I know about Salem, I have Wikipedia to thank. Ahem, so, knowing her motivation, you can prepare for complete annihilation. By the way, Zunderke, where have you gone? I haven't heard from you in a long time. [I don't want to talk to you. Perversion.]. Oh, I see, are you offended? Fucked up, my shiz is offended…

[After what YOU've done, I don't want to talk to you or have any connections at all. Forget about my existence.]. But this maneuver gave us victory! He made the witch go crazy with life, and then he left, flashing his heels! [It would have been better if you had died there alone, rather than endangering your own country.]. Nah, not an option, Salem would not have left this place alone, she would have destroyed it as soon as she was done with me.

Maybe I just bought time for the Wolf War, but we can prepare for this war! To give her a tough rebuff, and for that, I need to become stronger myself. I will eat dust by the kilos, kill the strongest grimms that I can get my hands on, and also learn how to use the aura. Perhaps she will play a role in the battle, maybe even reveal a manifestation. It would be nice to have at least some trump card up your sleeve.

For the next couple of months, the whole country, all the cities, people, grimm, fauns, all worked for the good of the motherland. Mark, who became the head of the KGB and prime minister of Volcharnia, worked tirelessly, every day the intelligence service worked its best, identifying stray grimms, which I quickly took control of. It was unknown when and where Salem and his army would appear, so we engaged in comprehensive defense to repel the attack from all possible sides.

As Mark said, the population of our country was about three million reasonable people. And only a few thousand grimms, which I diligently took control of for several months, simultaneously devouring buckets of dust and preparing for the final boss fight. Our country now resembled the real Soviet Union during World War II, everyone worked to the maximum, and with the help of various propaganda leaflets, as well as messengers, even children wanted to go to the defense of the motherland.

Actually, I was fucked up by this myself, I felt cooler than Stalin, as well as an incredible responsibility, because I have so many lives in my paws! And I have to win. It just can't fucking be any other way. Millions of lives believe in me, believe in the ideals that I have passed on to them, believe that their Wolf will defeat any opponent and protect them at any moment.

Along the way, I trained with aura, nevertheless, this crap was quite ultimatum and powerful in the cartoon, and I decided to try to open it to my wolves and the Brand. As I remember, all living beings who have a soul have an aura. But the soul is such an incomprehensible thing, maybe the mind is enough? My soul is generally not full in theory, but I discovered the aura!

It was these thoughts that guided me when I tried to open the aura to Mark first. I didn't remember the ritual from the cartoon, and whether it was needed at all, I don't fuck. Therefore, he activated his aura, took Mark by the paw and tried to somehow convey something. I don't know how to explain it in my soul, I just felt my own aura, and then transferred a small part of it into Markushker's body. I actually thought that now, like fuck, there will be lights in Novigrad!

But to my inner disappointment, there was no explosion. But Mark himself lit up green, like a Christmas tree on New Year's Eve, starting to look at himself with amazing eyes. In general, in the end I realized that I didn't understand anything. How does the aura work, what the fuck is it, in general, and also who can have it and who doesn't.

Then I started activating the auras of my wolves, it turned out only the fifty that were with me from the very beginning. And I had a theory that my grimms became more human-like, that is, because they were next to people, they ate good emotions, they were able to get a mind, and possibly a soul. Well, either this world fucked the logic of the cartoon itself in its mouth and didn't give a fuck about it. Which I wouldn't be fucking surprised at at all.

A few more months passed in complete tension, because we were waiting for an attack for which, in principle, we were fully prepared. Hundreds, if not thousands, of traps have been set, ready to send thousands of grimms to the other world. Protection was installed around the perimeter in all cities, and my grimms were distributed to each of them. But I am sure that the strongest blow of her army will fall on the capital, on Wolfgrad, so Mark, I and a dozen other she-wolves were waiting for her here.

We were constantly in touch, a new development of the research department that Mark created twenty years ago, think of it as old walkie-talkies and telephones on wires. However, there are very few of them, and even then, these are only prototypes, which were created by a dozen others, only the commanders of our troops had.

KGB intelligence was working to the fullest, our Nevermores were constantly flying and at the slightest sign of danger, they returned back, telling everything. I could use a Soviet army uniform right now, but we don't have that yet, just pants in my size. By the way, my body has already fully recovered a long time ago, but the scars from her blows remained, which was fucking amazing. My crystal growths have been repainted again, in some kind of bloody color, with a hint of blue.

It remains only to wait. Wait for her first attack. After all, we don't know where her tower is or where she might come from. Therefore, we only have to wait.