Chapter 499: Wolf Lord Impact!

Logically, with Buluowa's boring old dad stirring things up, the little boss's "Savior Project" should have completely crashed three thousand years ago.

But who could blame it, when Old Dad's direct superior, the Elf Sage of that generation, by sheer accident—so coincidentally—was the 97th Savior?

"WTF, what is this?"

Seeing that thing, he was so scared he almost flew up on the spot, and quickly, before it spread, used his own power to suppress the paper.

"No problem~ no problem, everyone keep playing music and dancing!"

Old Dad:???

In a sense, this is also the fundamental reason why Buluowa, during her cute phase, strives to become a new‑generation sage.

Because her father's dying words were:

"Child, the biggest regret of my life, you must find a way to avenge father… avenge…"

"Don't worry, Father, I will definitely find a way to avenge you!"

"No, it's not revenge, it's… report… report… uh."

"What… what is it, Father!? What exactly is it!?"

Thus Old Dad's dying words became an age‑old unsolved mystery.

Buluowa studied hard to get an answer, eventually becoming the contemporary strongest of the Ebony Clan, and later ascended to become an Elf Sage.

Unfortunately, even after combing through ancient texts, she could not deduce what her dad meant.

And after learning about that paper from the clan elder, the other party, the previous Sage, had already disappeared…

Alright, according to the little boss, during a study tour he accidentally provoked a few blue dragons and was beaten to death, with no proof of death.

So.

"Fine, no answer, then you can't blame me; I'll start slacking off!"

"Hey Suraya, is the band you mentioned still missing members? I've thought of one…"

Although these are millennia‑old old stories, the word "dad" reminded Ji Ming of the main issue, so he took Lao Nv Shi to look for Bu Long Fei Er De.

To his surprise, Lazy Dragon was even more famous than he imagined, just from Lao Nv Shi's glance.

"The direction of these scales… I know you, the laziest giant dragon in history; didn't the book say you lazily died yourself? How are you still alive?"

"???"

"Is the aggression that strong? The pointy‑eared one who doesn't know how to rest is in trouble!"

With Bu Long Fei Er De, the big lizard, helping, they quickly uncovered the truth behind the artificial life's little lizard "Sneeze‑Spitting Fire Mystery".

It's simple: the pink lizard's body also has an organ similar to a dragon‑breath sac, meant to store a strange pink gas.

But it can't control it, so instead of storing it, it boldly merges it directly into the body's great circulation, turning itself into a walking gas tank.

Consequently, its bodily fluid now carries a terrifying energy; if burned, it's even more ferocious than refined oil.

And once it leaves the body, it becomes volatile and unstable, erupting in a fierce combustion reaction.

If it burns too hard, pressure builds—say, some lunatic sticks everything onto a single cotton swab—and it could even explode.

"So what's the difference between this thing and dragon breath?"

"Although both this pink gas and our dragon breath are essentially gases, there is a difference: dragon breath cannot merge into the whole‑body circulation."

Bu Long Fei Er De thought for a moment, then added.

"If it merges, it causes a disease unique to our giant dragons… terrifying; other substances mixing in the blood could indeed be fatal."

Ji Ming, of course, understood and nodded.

"Now I get why artificial life is called a perfect creature—its body is so chaotic it can fuse flatulence into the blood, yet it can still run, jump, and sneeze."

Everyone: …

After curing the pink lizard's sneeze‑fire condition, Ji Ming took Buluowa back to the Holy Mountain.

Having taken in so much in one night, Buluowa had no mood to continue the previous conversation; she stayed overnight at Ji Ming's residence and planned to leave the next day.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to talk to Meriel; I'm sure she'll meet me."

"Hold on, you're not going to discuss… that topic, are you?"

"That? Which one is that?"

"That is…"

Ji Ming had no choice but to bring Lao Nv Shi behind the curtain again.

"Please, do you remember what I mentioned yesterday about the Mechanical Moon?"

"Of course I remember; actually, when I was a sage, I once wrote a paper on why the moon is so bright."

"That's right… hey, wait, what were your findings?"

"Um… is that important? Just get to the point."

"Oh, okay, I got it."

Ji Ming decisively turned the page on this not because of filial piety, but because his sincere little boss had already released a refined version of that paper.

Let me see… the moon is so bright to… illuminate your beauty?

Then he wrote over ten thousand words of self‑praise on that theme—wow, teacher, you're so narcissistic!

In short, he told Lao Nv Shi that the Mechanical Moon hangs high in space beyond the Solar Moon, able to monitor any corner of the Solar Moon's star whenever it wishes.

Especially when a Divine‑level signal appears, or someone mentions terminology strongly linked to it, it will cast a 'gaze' for full surveillance—like when the Purple Lightning Deity descended the night before last, it was already watching.

"Alright, so there's such a mechanism. Don't worry, I won't bring up the Mechanical Moon; I'm just catching up with Meriel and handing over some info. After all, you're here, the ultimate goal is to deal with it."

"Hmm, fine, we're all allies on the same front; it's good to know who the members are."

At this point, after a brief trial run, Prince Philip's magical airship had officially opened a route between the Holy Mountain and the Royal Capital, allowing easy travel to the palace vicinity.

So after ferrying Lao Nv Shi onto the airship, Ji Ming hurried to the Holy Mountain's library, intending to devour a few more books to prepare knowledge‑wise for his breakthrough to Arcane Wizard.

As a result, he breezed through until noon, was about to head to a nearby rest area to munch on some dry rations to fill his stomach and continue watching, when he suddenly received a message from the Production Team.

To be honest, it's hard to explain; the players had just caused a ruckus in the Falling God Mountains, barely returned to the capital, hadn't even had time to process the materials they obtained, and then their skin drums were stolen.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky; this was the border between the Wasteland and the Barbarian Plain.

Even creatures of a fantasy world wouldn't endure such a poisonous sun in the increasingly hot weather, scorching themselves to death on the sun‑baked grassland with no shade.

Yet this lethargic, oppressive weather, if one lies on the ground and listens carefully, reveals the sound of hooves gradually drawing nearer.

From the high perch, he saw a band of black cavalry rapidly approaching.

Moreover, there were several squads of cavalry serving as scouts, continuously patrolling and monitoring around the main force.

The fresh blood constantly dripping from their weapons, and the string of orc heads hanging from the saddles, showed just how competent they were.

The scout leading the vanguard, after circling around, finally returned to the main force and saluted the leading Werewolf Commander.

"Report, Your Highness, the tree‑covered hill ahead is the Barbarian Plain!"

The Werewolf Commander nodded, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

He waved his hand grandly.

"Hmm, not bad. Everyone, increase the pace!"

In black armor, white fur, a prince, leading the wolf tribe's iron cavalry from the Wasteland.

He was, of course, acting under the incitement of National Teacher Wen Di Ge and the orders of Wolf King He Chi Na, leading hundreds of bodyguards as Wolf Prince A Xi Bao to scout the reality of the Barbarian Plain for the wolf army.

From south to north, bringing the unified might of the grassland troops, he was quite eager for this mission; after all, if successful, it would be the first achievement of the wolf clan's northern campaign into the Barbarian Plain, securing his claim to the throne.

However, as the Wolf King's son, he was no military novice, so upon reaching the Barbarian Plain he didn't rush into mischief; instead he set up camp, allowing the troops to rest at the foot of the mountain for a while.

Only when dusk approached and the scouts had clarified the situation on the surrounding hills did they blindfold the horses' hooves, mount one of the peaks, and head toward the designated target.

Although paths existed in the forested hills, they were clearly mere footpaths for people and cargo, certainly unable to accommodate a few hundred cavalry riding swiftly.

Moreover, many sections were rugged and undeveloped, which was a severe hardship for warhorses accustomed to the open grassland.

Fortunately, the Prince's intelligence was somewhat more accurate than that of Duke Xia Guang, so despite many hardships on the road, he still led his bodyguards to the vicinity of the target without trouble.

Moreover, no further scouting was needed; anyone could see the exact direction of the target, as a fire blazed atop a nearby hill, shining in the dark forest like a lighthouse on the sea.

A Xi Bao dismounted, narrowed his wolf eyes to look around, then turned back.

"Scout, what is that place?"

The scout who had discovered the spot immediately stepped forward.

"Report, Your Highness, based on the brother who climbed up earlier, this appears to be a human outpost belonging to that group of Pioneers."

"Very good!"

Undoubtedly the perfect opening move, so A Xi Bao's eyes flashed with brilliance as he ordered his troops to raid the camp.

Although grassland warhorses are ill‑suited for mountain trekking, knowing they would fight in the woods, the wolf soldiers had been pre‑trained.

Thus there was no hesitation or instruction needed: first, a few bodyguards adept with throwing weapons drove short knives into the wall one after another, then a few light‑footed assassins vaulted onto the city using the knives.

When several ropes were thrown down, A Xi Bao seized one, climbed the wall in a couple of strides, and the human Pioneers on watch had been wiped out clean.

Honestly, no matter how many times I see it, I can't believe there are beings that die without leaving a corpse in this world.

Even a weightless ghost, once incinerated by fire magic, leaves a biting cold wind as the final ripple.

But he's no scholar, and now is not the time for such musings; after confirming the defenses were under his men's control, he led his bodyguards in a single charge into the camp, beginning the purge and inspection.

This wave truly seemed like divine weapons descending; the Pioneers in the camp never expected an assault, many on‑duty brothers were still lounging in bed browsing forums when ferocious wolf soldiers burst in and slashed them with a single blow.

In just three minutes, the entire human camp was transformed into a forward outpost for the werewolves' reconnaissance of the Barbarian Plain.

Dozens of Pioneers were brutally slaughtered, leaving only a little girl who had been spared to serve as a mouthpiece.

Bloodied all over, merely from the painful march, the wolves yearning for when they could finally eat. jpg

Surrounded by the pack, following comrades to earn hard‑won cash, a college girl in her internship phase who has to work a game job to earn living expenses. jpg

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"We're not. We're a regular army; we won't harm women and children."

A Xi Bao stepped out of the wolf pack, sigma‑style, and placed his knife directly against the college girl's throat.

"Where is this? Who are you? Will anyone else come here? When?"

"Tell us everything you know, and nothing will happen!"

The college girl remained unflustered, simultaneously contacting dead teammates in the chat window while hesitating.

"If I tell you, can you spare me? I've been working a lot lately; leveling up is still pretty hard…"

In response, A Xi Bao's blade quivered, and a chilling cold seeped into her skin.

As a vanguard general under the Wolf King, he was already highly proficient with this move.

Combined with those wolf eyes, mostly white with a touch of blue, brimming with murderous and inscrutable aura, few could not submit under his stare.

It wasn't just the little girl; many robust men roaming the grassland, terrified into a frantic mess, were also plentiful.

Yet all this was predicated on life‑or‑death threats, which for players was merely a game.

And since it's a game, parameters can be tweaked; the college girl deliberately set pain perception to minimum and mental protection to maximum.

So she not only felt no fear, but thought the Wolf Prince's threatening demeanor made for great photos, quickly snapping two to sell to a Furry fan.

After the Wolf Prince sliced her neck, causing green‑bean soup to flow, she remained utterly unafraid, instantly concluding, "Given his mental state, I'm probably not going to escape death either."

Then.

Waiting to die—can I die twice?

I'm going to blow up with him!

And this "blow up" is literal; thanks to the relentless research of a Death God adept at self‑destruction, players have made "How to Efficiently Self‑Destruct" a mandatory tutorial for beginners.