Chapter 2001: Swift Battle (3)

The sky was pitch black.

The red moon was bewitching.

The pack of wolves stared blankly at the sky.

Soon, all their wolf fur turned a dark red, and their pupils also changed from pure white to blood red, but the pupils themselves still could not be seen.

"Wooo—!!"

"Awooo—!"

"Awooo awooo awooo—!"

The wolfmen could not hold back their loud howling; it seemed the entire battlefield was filled with wolf howls.

Shirakawa Yuya gazed up at the sky, also howling at the top of his lungs.

He felt the blood in his body racing wildly, his whole body brimming with tremendous power, wanting desperately to destroy something, or he would burst.

He stared at the red moon.

"Ah… this is our wolf race, this is our holy race. Thank the Holy Heavenly Emperor for his blessing, thank this red moon… huh?"

The ferocious grin on Shirakawa Yuya's face froze, solid in place.

"This moon… what's going on?"

The red moon in the sky vanished.

A silver moon appeared.

That enormous red moon disappeared in an instant, leaving behind only a silver moon in its place.

The silver moon was far smaller than the red moon had been, only slightly larger than an ordinary moon.

But its light was dazzlingly bright.

The silver moon had none of the red moon's fiery passion; one could only feel a chill from it.

"Wh… what's going on?"

Shirakawa Yuya looked at Aoki Gi in astonishment, but Aoki Gi was also staring blankly at the sky, knowing nothing.

Shirakawa Yuya looked again at his subordinates Kamei Yu and Ishikawa Tsuna beside him, but they too stared back at him in stunned bewilderment.

It was not just them; nearly all the wolfmen gazed up at the sky in confusion, not understanding what had happened.

A layer of bewilderment clouded their red, frenzied eyes.

"Lord Shirakawa… is this silver moon something you summoned?" Kamei Yu asked in puzzlement.

"Of course not…"

"Quick, quick look, look at those women!" Aoki Gi shouted, pointing ahead.

Everyone looked down.

"That's…?"

They saw that the 1,350 human female soldiers charging forward had all undergone a change.

They had all originally had petite figures, but now they had grown taller and more slender.

Especially their long legs in white stockings, which seemed to have suddenly grown another section, straight and long.

Their fingernails also faintly gleamed, silver light gathering at their fingertips.

But the most obvious change was their hair.

Every woman's hair had turned silver, and had suddenly grown considerably longer.

What had just been short ponytails now fell down their backs.

What had been shoulder-length styles now reached their waists.

But the strangest thing of all was that they were all smiling.

Smiling?

Facing wolfmen five times their number, facing wolfmen clearly taller and bigger than them, they could still smile?

Could you smile and charge forward while surrounded by a pride of lions?

And that kind of smile…