Chapter 542: A Benevolent Father, a Filial Son, Wolf King's Court

Although the messenger's move looks effortless, what she intends to firmly control is a large group of beings whose level is close to hers.

So after exhaling that breath, having consumed a huge amount of mana in a short time, her body inevitably swayed.

"Be careful!"

A Xi Bao standing nearby, who knows how to be tender and cherish beauty, quickly tried to step in and help.

Unfortunately, she didn't accept it; not only did she deftly evade his hands, but also waved away like swatting at flies.

"I'm fine, hurry up and leave!"

A Xi Bao, who had never been rejected by the opposite sex since childhood, felt a big blow, but didn't get tangled over it and quickly left with her.

A vast patch of small mushrooms that can generate dense smoke, capable of reattaching a leg and temporarily restoring its use—a special effect medicine…

With the messenger's wholehearted assistance, after an entire unlucky journey, A Xi Bao finally received a bit of good news,

and after another desperate escape, saw the end of this damned forest.

"Damn, mother…"

Mumbling a string of curses in a muddled state, he—already a bit delirious—could be said to have rolled and crawled back to the royal tent.

Before he could report the battle situation to his father, who was pale with shock, his ears faintly caught some strange sound.

"Hmm?"

At first he thought it was a hallucination caused by his injury, until he saw the National Teacher and "Big Brother" simultaneously lift their heads.

"Heavens!"

Friends who have played Civilization VI know that the earliest flying unit, the biplane, could be built in the "Modern" era.

So, since players have already advanced their technology to the "Atomic Age" and even fielded apocalypse mechs early, how could there be no flying units?

Thus, after an all‑night fierce battle, the final act of this million‑scale grand celebration was performed by a massive bombing offered jointly by several nations' air forces.

Stuka, B-29, Figure 4, Huo‑6…

Accompanied by a large escort of fighter jets, a fleet of World War II and post‑war bombers flew from the wilderness into the sky above the Royal Court Army's main camp as the dawn brightened.

The beastmen barely had time to retaliate, let alone find proper cover, when one after another, unknown objects fell beside them amid a shrill, terrifying screech.

From then on, a legend of the "Sky Death God" spread across the vast wasteland.

But the players didn't know the exact effect of the bombing, because after seeing the Wolf Prince escape successfully, the masters who pursued him all withdrew.

【5】 No, line number is 【25】 — correction:

There's nothing to do; according to intelligence reports, the Wolf King this time carried at least five level‑70 masters, and even if they managed to cripple two and a half, there are still two and a half left in the main camp.

Moreover, the Muscle Demon and the Eight‑tailed Spirit Fox—two beast‑kinds transformed from the Beast King—were indeed overly overbearing; if they didn't rush back to defend, the players left in the city might be wiped out by seventy or eighty thousand.

Nevertheless, the players, with zero casualties, devoured the Royal Court Army's main force of 150,000 in one bite, captured two Demon Kings, and secured a decisive victory.

What remains is to consolidate, quickly reap the spoils of this battle, rebuild at least these five cities, and then consider counter‑attacking the wasteland.

But while the players lounge carefree, their lively discussion can go on until the next day, the grassland royal tent on the other side has already sunk to its lowest morale.

Back when he first set out, the Wolf King marched with five great generals, two hundred thousand armored troops, and logistics boasting a million‑strong army, grand and majestic, personally leading the campaign.

In his plan, devouring the wilderness in this battle was no difficulty at all, since the enemy was merely a bunch of upright monkeys, and he gave his all.

Thus, bringing so many people, he was mainly worried whether the Duke of the Northern Cliffs would get triggered, strike first, and intervene in the barbaric frontier affairs.

Who would have known that just after entering the wilderness he suffered huge losses—wasting half a month, 170,000 soldiers dead, both Beast Kings gone, and his son beaten so badly he looks like a grandson, lying on the ground without even a hum.

Nevertheless, although the Wolf King lost terribly this time, that point still needs clarification.

When the players fought to the end, his beloved child only suffered a broken leg—a serious wound—but was definitely more lively than now.

The reason he completely collapsed after hearing the Pioneers' relentless barrage of shells boils down to two main causes.

One is fear; there's nothing he can do—Stuka is like that. The damage it inflicts may not be the highest among the airborne bomber formations, but the commotion it creates is definitely the greatest.

The other reason is the few "special effect pills" the messenger gave him, along with hallucinogenic spores that combine multiple effects.

The medicine is one‑third toxic; the messenger is not Ji Ming, who possesses the almost side‑effect‑free SpiritGathering Liquid that supplies massive life energy.

Her so‑called special pill actually squeezes A Xi Bao's own potential and lifespan, feeding the future with the present.

It's like drinking several cases of Red Bull; once the exhilarating drug effect wears off, he'll instantly become a skinny dog.

"Ah, this."

The Wolf King, being a father, surely feels for his son, so he orders the National Teacher to hurry over and help, checking what condition A Xi Bao is in now.

But after probing, Wen Di Ge only shook his head without speaking; the large deer head beneath his black robe kept staring at the people around.

Isn't this just a pure old‑dad mindset? He couldn't do anything, so he could only gently advise.

After driving the Deep Forest messenger, who was eager for gossip, and all the wolf soldiers and guards out of the royal tent, he approached Wen Di Ge and whispered.

"What's going on?"

Wen Di Ge let out a long sigh.

"Report to His Majesty, Prince's blood essence consumption in this battle was excessive; his body may not withstand it!"

Hovering over the A Xi Bao lying on the bed, he gestured with his staff toward the prince's wolf face, as pale as gilt paper.

"In my opinion, he'll need a year of recuperation... no, two years, perhaps even three, before he recovers!"

"What!?"

The Wolf King, who had already swayed back to sit on his throne, was so angry at the words that he slapped the armrest.

"The war is urgent; now is precisely when I need him—how can he be sent away for three years?!"

Yet he is in a hurry, while Lao Yang Tou is not.

Wen Di Ge even deliberately turned away, pulling a "oh dear, what a dilemma" face, and continued to play dumb.

Wolf King's blood pressure up up

But who can blame him for his own mishandling—suffering a crushing defeat and almost sacrificing his son.

Everyone is a partner; there is no clear hierarchy, and now he's the one pleading, so he can only continue to lower his stance.

"National Teacher, just tell me— is there a quicker method?"

He restrained the cold glint in his eyes and also deliberately let out a loud sigh.

"I need my son now, National Teacher; I want him to wake up right now and talk to me!"

As a result, Lao Yang Tou kept twisting.

"Your Majesty, I do have a method, but this method…… is not the way of a subject."

Still pretending! Still pretending!

"What is the way of a subject?"

The Wolf King's eyes flared, and he jumped up with a huh.

"The way of a subject is to share the ruler's worries! So just say it, this king can afford it!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, then I'll speak plainly…… Your Majesty, do you still remember what you asked me back then?"

The Wolf King's heart trembled instantly, and even the words squeezed out of his throat carried a slight tremor.

"You mean…… the matter of usurping a body?"

Although the Wolf King usually appears carefree and unbothered, even somewhat elegant and scholarly.

But a wolf is a wolf; in his view, his perfect self should be like his son—capable of campaigning and fighting, like a wolf and a tiger!

As for this current gentle and refined appearance…… it's merely him forcing himself to make up for it, maintaining his kingly aura.

After all, he can't tell his clansmen that he's a talentless good-for-nothing who can't even manage to break through to level forty.

"Curse me again!"

So the Wolf King literally raised a tiger to his own detriment, not only raising the son of his enemy Man Dalatu to this size, but also generously feeding him experience.

It's actually because He China has had a dream since childhood——to take and replace him!

Before, it was his father at level fifty; then his brother at level sixty; now it's this Cold Forest White Tiger before his eyes!

Just imagine—if he could become him, he would not only possess golden bloodline and a legitimate throne, but also a body strong beyond compare!

Good grief, three wishes fulfilled at once! How could there be such a good thing?

I really am too good at dreaming! (thumbs up)

Moreover, after a long search, he actually found this method, and it indeed allows him to obtain another's body unharmed.

But the method that Wendigo helped him find is truly evil to the extreme; if it were exposed, he'd be stabbed in the spine by everyone and die.

In short, he can usurp, but not arbitrarily; he can only take the body of someone whose bloodline is connected to his.

In other words, his direct relatives—brothers and sisters, as well as parents and children.

The Wolf King, filled with grief and indignation, roared without any dignity.

"National Teacher, I admit I have many children, but this is my most beloved and most talented son! I intend to pass my throne to him after a hundred years!"

"He's so smart, so filial, no matter what he does, he's never opposed me; as his father, how can I……"

However, as everyone knows, "no" is just a single word.

If he truly wanted to express that meaning, he actually wouldn't need to say all this.

Humph, hypocrite!

Fortunately, Wendigo has no face, or else the contempt on his face would be uncontainable.

However, besides that, his heart also rose with a hint of gleeful anticipation of imminent success.

So he didn't rush to advise the Wolf King, but pretended to be deaf and mute, quietly waiting a moment.

When the Wolf King truly couldn't utter any excuse, he then lowered his stature, bending down to give him a step up.

"Your Majesty, our affairs are at a critical juncture; if you continue to hesitate, we very likely will lose everything!"

"Your Majesty, be decisive! I believe the Prince will surely forgive you!"

"Your Majesty!"

……

"You! You treacherous minister and villain!"

Who would have thought the Wolf King suddenly raised his head, eyes wide with anger, and fiercely pointed at his big deer head.

If it were in the past, Wendigo should have already immediately knelt down, performed a salute to show weakness.

But now, he knows he has won.

Indeed, the Wolf King in the next second fiercely covered his face, tears streaming down, and wailed.

"You…… you really…… have caused this king great suffering!"

There was no accident, no twist, and no tear-jerking parting scene nor any profound, deafeningly moving moment.

A Xibao knew nothing, and in his coma was brought by Wendigo to the Shadow Altar, where the sacrificial ceremony began.

After consuming a large amount of high-purity magic crystals, hundreds of living lives, and performing an extremely complex prayer ritual, the Soul Bridge was finally completed.

"Your Majesty, please!"

He China hesitated no more, lying directly on another bed parallel to his son's, watching the National Teacher plunge the true gold dagger into his chest.

When a person dies, the light goes out; his soul immediately floats up, drawn by worldly law to leave the world and join the great multiversal cycle of rebirth.

But Wendigo, quick-eyed and quick-handed, instantly used a vast amount of shadow divine power to seize him, throwing him into the place called the Soul Bridge, which is actually like a huge funnel.

As for the Wolf King's corpse, the little lich Marsa participating in the ritual tossed it straight into the furnace, roasting it like a whole lamb.

But she didn't control the temperature; instead, she poured magic power to increase the intensity, so under the fierce fire, the Wolf King quickly turned into a pile of white ash.

After being completely taken out, it was mixed with items including a cyclops's tear, a fire element crystal core, and other magical implements, then kneaded into a mud pill.

Then they forcibly opened A Xibao's mouth, shoved the dad-flavored pill in, and poked a willow stick straight into his stomach.

The little lich certainly did this not for show, but to "trick" the Wolf King's soul, taking A Xibao's body as its own.

So the Wolf King's soul, which had been hesitating on the Soul Bridge, immediately gained direction, following the funnel's guidance, and rushed toward A Xibao's celestial spirit.

But Old Deng is definitely no match for New Deng, so to help the Wolf King win this crucial battle, Wendigo and the little lich went about busily again.

Administering medicine, casting spells, even providing assistance from outside the arena, using a massive amount of shadow power to directly strike Axi Bao's soul,

Having exhausted all methods! Only then did the worthless old coot succeed in usurping, squeezing his own son's soul out of his body.

And Axi Bao's ill-fated soul took his father's place, drifting away in a lamenting cry of "There's a cheat!", heading off to reincarnation.

After finishing all this, even though the big and small ones were two skeletons, they felt sweat on their foreheads, exhausted to the point of falling apart.

Repeatedly lamenting how the magic emperor of yesteryear managed to do it, even being able to seize the Sixth Princess's body protected by a magical spirit, it's too ruthless.