Chapter 1008: 587: The Choice of the Northern Desert Sandworm King!
Chapter 1008: Chapter 587: The Choice of the Northern Desert Sandworm King!
Under the command of the Black Demon Mink’s Shadow Unit One, activities have begun to stir in the Dragon Country Region,
and the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan in the Mongol Empire Region and the Northern Border Defense Line of the Dragon Country have erupted into greater upheaval!
Forced by the Theological Alliance, the Northern Desert Sandworm King has gathered the billions of its members who were already united near Burial Cow Valley.
In addition,
even the Cold Cicada Clan stationed at Deer Slashing Cliff has been fully mobilized to join.
In a short time, Burial Cow Valley, a Blessed Land containing the purest resources in the Mongol Empire, has amassed nearly seven billion members from various clans!
Seven billion!
This makes it the largest army across the entire Dragon Country Battlefield.
Perhaps the single combat strength of the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan and Cold Cicada Clan is relatively weak,
but relying solely on their numbers and collective fortune, if they truly fought with no regard for cost, the destructive power unleashed would be formidable.
Otherwise, the Humanoid Shadow wouldn’t have gone to such extraordinary lengths over the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan.
For on today’s battlefield, whichever side the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan and Cold Cicada Clan align with will tilt the scales of victory in their favor!
With the convergence of these two clans, their next choices and positions are drawing the close attention of the Wolf Pack Coalition and the armies of the Theological Alliance in this region.
Countless scouts are racing through the skies, probing for information.
Even with interceptions by the Apocalyptic-Level and Half-Step Ancestral Combat powers within the Cold Cicada Clan, these scouts cannot be completely deterred.
Meanwhile, in Burial Cow Valley, the Northern Desert Sandworm King looked at the increasingly agitated masses of Northern Desert Sandworm Clan and Cold Cicada Clan under its banner, and its grotesque mouthparts formed a slight grin.
The Northern Desert Sandworm King was once known as the Shadow Insect!
But as the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan grew stronger, everyone seemed to forget this former moniker.
However, it itself never dared to forget.
For this name was given by the Wolf Lord, likely the only time the Wolf Lord ever showed personal closeness to it.
After bestowing the name, the Wolf Lord elevated it from a mere War General of the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan to the position of Commander.
He even gifted it with Burial Cow Valley, the site containing the purest resources in the entire Mongol Empire Region, leading to the terrifyingly vast Northern Desert Sandworm Clan that stands today.
At this moment, the Shadow Insect’s body was surging with the intertwining energies of the Source of Divinity and the Source of Demonic, causing its form to flicker unpredictably, appearing almost unreal.
However, the energy fluctuations and the ripples of rules around it grew even more intense amidst the entwining flow of the Source of Divinity and Source of Demonic.
The method of merging these two sources was passed down from the Supreme Commander of Great Russia.
Back then, the Supreme Commander struck a deal with an ominous Demon God discovered in the Great Russia Kingdom, propelling his combat power to the heavens in a single leap—ascending from an unremarkable New Human to Ancestral-Level Combat Power.
And he came terrifyingly close to reaching the Strongest World-Ending Level of Ancestral Combat Power, even when holding his own against two foes simultaneously.
During these years, the Northern Desert Sandworm King similarly discovered an inert Demon God with the Source of Demonic along the borderlines of the Mongol Empire.
Being devoid of consciousness, the creature’s entirety was consumed and absorbed into its body without causing any damage to its own mind.
Now bolstered to the Strongest World-Ending Level Combat Power, the Northern Desert Sandworm King surveyed the countless legions of the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan and Cold Cicada Clan before it, yet the tiny gleam in its eyes carried no aggression or arrogance.
Instead, its gaze revealed solemnity and gravity.
Because all external factions might assume the ultimate victory of this grand conflict lies in its hands,
but only it knew how weighted this choice truly was.
Could a newly established faction, with a Clan Destiny Stone barely spanning 30,000 meters, possibly sway a climactic battle fought between the hegemon of the Northern Cold Region and the hegemon of the Central Region?
The Northern Desert Sandworm King understood it couldn’t!
Absolutely couldn’t!
Even if it pledged loyalty to one side, it would at best merely inconvenience the other!
Frankly, it secretly desired allegiance to the Theological Alliance,
because without hesitation, the Northern Desert Sandworm King knew the moment it rebelled, the Heavenly Fox King, Maimed Ear, Rock Thunderbird, Black-striped Wolf, and other Commanders of the Wolf Pack Blessed Land would wish to see it slain instantly!
Perhaps if captured by them, even death would become a luxury.
Having spent so much time within the Wolf Pack, the Northern Desert Sandworm King naturally understood the ruthless measures wolves would employ against traitors!
As these thoughts consumed it, a powerful Exotic Beast suddenly appeared beside the Northern Desert Sandworm King, emanating an equally ferocious aura.
This Exotic Beast was gargantuan, with a body spanning some 1,600 to 1,700 meters. Its wings stirred fierce gales with every movement.
It was none other than the Cold Cicada King, Commander of the Cold Cicada Clan.
The Cold Cicada King, long ascended to the Strongest World-Ending Level Combat Power, had achieved this rank purely through its own immense effort.
So surprising every faction, even unbeknownst to the Heavenly Fox King, was the fact that during the last bloody confrontation between the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan and the Cold Cicada Clan, the Cold Cicada King had feigned defeat against the Northern Desert Sandworm King.
For that conflict had been orchestrated by the Wolf Lord.
This drama was staged as a catalyst to enclose the Wolf Pack Headquarters in secrecy and ignite chaos across the world!
With the arrival of the Cold Cicada King, it unleashed an incisive wave of spiritual will, mirroring the sharpness of the Rule of Wind it governed, penetrating through all defenses and capable of annihilating everything.
The Cold Cicada King demanded the Northern Desert Sandworm King declare its true choice—whether it planned to turn the staged play into reality.
Should that be the case, the Cold Cicada King and its Cold Cicada Clan would no longer follow.
For betrayal meant facing their future enemy:
The Wolf Pack!
The Wolf Pack, the civilization for which they fought life and death and pledged their very souls, would be the opponent.
And most critically, outright rebellion meant standing opposite the Wolf Lord!
The Wolf Lord—what kind of existence was he?
An entity capable of subduing the entire world alone, of meeting nuclear devastation head-on without flinching, and of tearing apart the Heavenly Eye’s Primordial True God during the Wolf Pack’s ascension.
To oppose someone of such stature?
The Cold Cicada King believed even a thousand heads wouldn’t be sufficient to save it, and countless Sources of Divinity within itself would still culminate in death without burial!
The Wolf Lord was the very cornerstone of the Wolf Pack Civilization, the Sea-Calming Divine Needle stabilizing its entirety.
The widespread rumor from months ago about the Wolf Lord suffering grievous wounds? The Cold Cicada King scoffed at it.
For in its eyes, the Wolf Lord was invincible and unconquerable!
The Wolf Lord’s injuries, even if they were real, changed nothing.
As these thoughts swirled, the Northern Desert Sandworm King raised its head, locking eyes sharply with the Cold Cicada King.
Neither retreated nor yielded, and fiery spirits erupted between the gazes of both mighty beings.
After a lengthy staring match, the Northern Desert Sandworm King seemed to reach an epiphany, retracting its aura and stepping back a few strides to create distance from the Cold Cicada King.
The reason for this retreat lay in the sudden clarity dawning upon it—it realized that everything unfolding was part of the Wolf Lord’s grand scheme.
They were still players in the Wolf Lord’s game; considerations of independence and the distant future were premature.
Most importantly,
it owed far too much to the Wolf Lord!
Though the freshly minted members of the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan may feel free of obligations to the Wolf Lord, it knew without the Wolf Lord’s intervention, the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan would not exist as it does today!
Everything—nearly everything—was gifted by the Wolf Lord.
Even if the Wolf Lord demanded their lives, hesitation would be unjustified.
With this realization, a resolute determination returned to the Northern Desert Sandworm King’s tiny eyes.
Whatever the future held regarding independence from the Wolf Pack, this battle required it to stand with the Wolf Pack!
For no other reason!
But because it had once sworn to the Wolf Lord to seize over two hundred thousand square kilometers of territory in the Northern Border of the Dragon Country, and because it owed a debt of gratitude to the Wolf Lord and the Wolf Pack.
With conviction restored, the Northern Desert Sandworm King shed its previous solemnity and gravity, replacing them with newfound arrogance and dominion.
Letting out a thunderous screech, its billions of followers responded with an earth-shaking cacophony of roars.
As the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan’s momentum peaked, the Northern Desert Sandworm King exchanged a glance with the Cold Cicada King before they moved together in a flash to the summit of Burial Cow Valley, overlooking the Theological Alliance’s Northern Border Defense Line.
After observing for a long time, both sensed faint vibrations and turned their gaze to another direction,
where the Black-striped Wolf and Rock Thunderbird Commanders and a contingent of Wolf Pack elites were already advancing toward their position.
Neither the Northern Desert Sandworm King nor the Cold Cicada King seemed surprised to see these ferociously advancing Wolf Pack Blessed Land Coalition forces.
For in their minds, no one could fully grasp the depths of the Wolf Lord’s meticulously orchestrated plot.
The more convincing the act, the greater the likelihood of other factions buying into it.
Upon spotting the Wolf Pack elites, the Northern Desert Sandworm King emitted a vast wave of spiritual will, swiftly leading the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan in a tactical retreat.
They headed toward the Theological Alliance’s Northern Border Defense Line at full speed.
At that moment, the Northern Desert Sandworm King reasoned that the Wolf Lord had already set the stage to this extent.
It would leave behind its mark on this grand operation.
If the Theological Alliance sought to provoke outright rebellion against the Wolf Pack, then it would play along.
The Northern Desert Sandworm King intended to feign defeat in retreat, bringing the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan and the Cold Cicada Clan to the Theological Alliance’s Northern Border Defense Line.
Later, when the Theological Alliance let down its guard, it would deliver the deadliest strike.
Whether or not this choice was the optimal one, whether or not this would ensure the Northern Desert Sandworm Clan’s continued growth—it mattered little to the Northern Desert Sandworm King.
At the very least, this decision would leave it with a clear conscience.
“Hah!”
With this resolve, the Northern Desert Sandworm King exhaled a thick stream of pure energy, letting out another deafening roar before leading its forces in a wave, surging toward the Theological Alliance’s Northern Border Defense Line.
The Cold Cicada King, witnessing this, also released a prolonged howl, commanding the mighty Cold Cicada Clan to follow suit.
Additionally, the Cold Cicada King instructed its Apocalyptic-Level followers to swiftly disseminate news of their supposed defeat.
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