Chapter 166: Slaughter

"Big cat, you rascal, what's going on?" Muria rode atop a giant wolf, its body now stretched to twelve meters with its fur half turned to gold, gazing out from a towering hill over the endless, vast wilderness.

Muria could sense Troy's location, and likewise, Troy could feel Muria's presence.

Two months ago, Muria could feel that as he moved towards Troy's location, Troy was also moving towards him. Given their speeds, they should have been able to reunite in these few days.

However, ten days ago, Troy suddenly stopped moving, staying in the same place. Initially, Muria was quite worried, fearing Troy might have encountered some accident, like running into a soul-level monster in the wilderness.

But when Muria carefully sensed Troy's condition through their contract, he found that the soul fluctuations transmitted by the big cat through the contract were very stable, without significant fluctuations.

Such soul fluctuations seemed to indicate that Troy was sleeping! Realizing this, Muria was immediately furious. He swore that once they met, he would definitely make this big white cat's head bald.

"According to your speed, running for another ten or so days should be about right!" Muria gently stroked the giant wolf beneath him, whose fur had become mottled in color, and then patted it: "Let's set off!"

"Roar!" The lead wolf let out a low growl, and very noticeable ripples appeared in the air. In front of it, many branches were broken by its roar, and leaves were shattered. The physique of this wolf had become even stronger.

Then, the wolf, carrying Muria, leaped down and dived into the forest, moving forward in the direction Muria had pointed out.

After it set off, behind it, one after another, wolves larger than normal ferocious wolves emerged, closely following the lead wolf. The number was even more than before, a dense black tide, like a dark surge.

However, within this fearsome dark tide, there were also specks of gold, reflecting dazzling golden light under the sun. These were the earliest batch that followed Muria, and they, too, had undergone dragonization due to Muria's aura.

Very similar to the lead wolf a month ago. However, they did not have the qualifications to lead this increasingly large and powerful pack of wolves. They didn't even have the qualifications to compete for the title of Wolf King.

Because the wolf that Muria rode, the one with the right to be called the Wolf King, had a deeper degree of dragonization and stronger strength. It possessed the power to suppress the entire pack.

This was the opportunity gained by meeting Muria—transforming from a ferocious lead wolf that barely survived in the forest with a few cubs into a jungle overlord commanding hundreds of dragonized giant wolves, dominating a territory.

However, Muria's true purpose in cultivating this wolf pack was to find his six rebellious dragons.

Wolves have an innate keen sense of smell and hunting instinct. As these wolves' degree of dragonization deepened, their strength and physique continuously improved, and their sense of smell also became stronger.

...

"Boom!" Where the dragonized wolf pack passed, all beasts fled in panic, and hundreds of birds took flight. Even gold-level fierce beasts would turn and run upon seeing the wolf pack, unwilling to provoke them.

Of course, there were some foolhardy ones who, instead of running away upon seeing the wolf pack, charged head-on in a foolish manner. However, in most cases, these foolhardy monsters ended up being torn apart and devoured by the wolf pack.

If the wolf pack encountered something they couldn't handle, of course, it was Muria's turn to take action. After killing it with a slap, he would throw it to the wolf pack as food. There was no third outcome.

Muria was not Tang Sanzang, who feared harming ants on the ground and cherished moths against the lamp. The grandeur of the wolf pack's movement was such that those who saw it and did not flee, but instead confronted it, were mostly ill-intentioned. In such cases, why should Muria show mercy?

Moreover, as the wolf pack underwent his aura's erosion and mutated to become stronger, their bodies growing larger, they also needed a lot of food to replenish themselves. Otherwise, their muscles and bones would not be able to sustain such rapid growth.

These creatures, originally just ferocious wolves, were not at the stage where they could directly absorb elements from the air to sustain their bodily needs; they still required food.

...

Muria stood calmly atop a lush ancient tree, looking indifferently at the scene below, reminiscent of a slaughterhouse. Thousands of green-skinned little monsters were struggling and screaming under the hunt of hundreds of dragonized giant wolves.

Their food was a large goblin tribe.

Goblins, goblins, gnolls, the three weakest yet most numerous monsters in the world, recognized for their astonishing environmental adaptability and reproductive capabilities, found almost everywhere.

Unfortunately, no deity favored these three most numerous monster races because they are all chaotic creatures. Only a god who wished to become a lunatic would gather followers among a group of chaotic creatures.

Of course, chaotic creatures, if numerous enough, could attract deities' interest, as there are indeed not a few deities in the chaotic camp. But, after these three monsters become followers, the faith power they provide is scarce and mixed, hardly worth the effort.

Thus, no deity chose to protect these three weak races.

The pungent smell of blood and the continuous screams did not elicit a shred of pity from Muria. The youth with black hair and golden eyes stood atop the only ancient tree in a radius of several hundred meters, indifferently watching the giant wolves devour the goblins.

Such scenes were all too familiar to Muria. On his journey to reunite with Troy, whenever he encountered a gathering of evil creatures like goblins, Muria would command the wolf pack to consume them as food, leaving nothing behind.

A group of chaotic and evil creatures, numerous and readily available, why not use them as food?

"Goblins, such creatures, have no need to exist in this world," Muria murmured softly.

His spiritual power spread, extending down the ancient tree he stood on, spreading into the soil, and then, Muria "saw" under the roots of this ancient tree, entangled with one skeleton after another.

There were skeletons of various creatures, but most were human... These were "leftovers" of food, treated as garbage by the goblin tribe and buried under the roots of this ancient tree.

Angry? Of course, there was some anger. After all, he was also a human in his previous life. Seeing these monsters that fed on humans being slaughtered to extinction was a naturally correct choice.

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