novelraw Chapter 1163 593: Turning from Darkness to Light (Part 2)
Chapter 1163 593: Turning from Darkness to Light (Part 2)
"Since you won't speak, then die."
With a flick of his fingers, Flame Shadow sent a wisp of black flame tearing through the air, landing on him, and in an unprecedented agony, Kaelbasu couldn't restrain himself and cried out!
The black flame, like the embodiment of chaos, instantly covered his fur, inch by inch burning his body and soul, regardless of how he tried to regenerate, it adhered like an incurable bone disease, rooted in his flesh, slowly erasing his existence in a visible way.
The beast convulsed in pain, howling, trembling.
"Have mercy, Saint, have mercy. I dare not play tricks, but the Wolf Pack Blood Oath is preeminent, and I cannot reveal anything easily, hoping the Saint might spare me, spare me—"
"How interesting."
Flame Shadow laughed, resting his chin in his hand, glancing at his wailing, tearful state: "You don't fear the Sacrificial Master Saint, but you fear Shekri?
Or do you think you still have the qualifications to bargain in front of me?"
"Shangrila!!!"
Kaelbasu trembled, screamed and shouted, and suddenly felt the burning flame stopped abruptly, not caring to breathe and no longer wailing, spilling a continuous stream of confessions: "What Shekri is plotting must be the remnants and gifts of the Lord of Compassion, he, he... he wants to bring back the remains of the former White King!!"
Crack—crack—crack—
Amid the hurried chaotic words, although the burning flame gradually extinguished, Kaelbasu's face contorted violently, convulsing, splitting.
A sound of breaking erupted from the soul.
The Wolf Pack Blood Oath manifested from the soul.
The Wolf Pack forged the oath by blood, and upon joining the pack, one was incorporated into the blood oath of the alpha wolf, once transgressing the rules, there would be no acceptance within the pack.
This led to the descent of the oath-betrayal punishment by Wolf Evil.
"Saint, Saint..."
Kaelbasu's face twisted, blood tears winding, wailing: "Saint, save me, save..."
On the throne, Flame Shadow gazed indifferently.
Just coldly overlooking.
Until the moment it fully despaired, the flame reignited.
The pitch-black flame completely engulfed it, wandering through its soul like a living creature, instantly burning away the crimson blood oath tearing at the soul.
This is the Fire of Fate!
All laws, contracts, and bonds before it were nothing but fuel, the fire that once burned the eternal royal palace, instantly eradicated the backlash of the blood oath, but under Ji Jue's control, it did not continue to spread, instead maintaining the existence of the blood oath.
As though nothing had ever happened.
Everything remained as is.
In the deathly silence, only Kaelbasu drowned in sweat, crying bitterly, bowing crazily: "Thank, thank the Saint for the grace."
At this moment, the gaze towards the throne was now filled with immense awe, no longer daring any overreach.
"Speak, continue on."
The cold voice sounded again.
Like an oracle from high above, not to be defied.
"Yes, yes..."
Kaelbasu, with a face covered in mucus and tear bubbles, grinned obsequiously, no longer daring to hesitate, like bamboo flutes pouring soybeans, straightforward and adhesive: "Saint, your insight stretches miles, my guess: the rogue Shekri covets, desires to resurrect the former White King!"
Resurrect?
Ji Jue's fingers moved slightly, coldly scanning over, "He didn't die?"
"Dead!"
The beast answered categorically: "I witnessed it personally—surrounded by four White Deer Celestials, attacked simultaneously by three Superior Hunters, the treacherous king was dead beyond dead!
Yet before dying, the White King traitor had fully transformed into a complete Wolf Evil, almost entering the Saintly Realm, and his Wolf Blood Oath, rooted through the Great Evil Secret Ceremony, in the territory of White Country, within the soul of every White Country People, spreading endlessly, breeding plagues like Blood Thirst.
Unless the people of one country are annihilated, there will be no erasing the possibility of his return.
Moreover, before self-immolation and death, the traitor buried his body in an independent Crack Realm, hidden outside of the present world, holding onto a trace of returning possibility...
Back then the White King devoted himself to the Great Evil due to Shekri and others' seduction and instigation, Shekri must still hold some crucial means to help him resurrect!"
As he spoke, his eyes grew brighter, utterly determined:
"This time, their resurgence must be for this!"
Unfortunately, the Flame Shadow on the throne remained indifferent.
Just coldly overlooking.
For a long time, during which Kaelbasu's heart beat wildly, finally, he heard a solemn voice: "So it is, still a minor trouble... White Country is the selected dragon-lifting land for Us, it cannot tolerate the machinations of these evil clown magicians.
If not for you, I wouldn't know how long I would be blindsided."
"Indeed!"
Kaelbasu ecstatically bowed: "His Majesty's radiance shines miles, Shekri, such an evil clown magician, is insignificant like a glow against the day, a chicken in the soil, a dog not worth a fight!
I am willing to be His Majesty's vanguard, dismantle the Wolf Nest, assist the Saint in rebuilding the foundation of the Evil Transformation Holy Dynasty!"
"Indeed insightful." Flame Shadow seemingly smiled slightly, tapping his fingers on the armrest: "Well then, Our followers are indeed in short supply, since willing to turn oneself toward light, speak now, are there any assets you can offer, let your loyalty manifest."
With one word, Kaelbasu beamed with joy and couldn't restrain his ecstasy any longer.
If not under restraint, he would nearly dance with joy.
Without the fear of betraying to earn glory, instead filled with longing for the future—can following Shekri compare to following the Sacrificial Master Saint?!
What a fool Shekri is, utterly roadside trash, inferior to a single hair of Lu Changsheng!
Useless Wolf Nest, don't come near me, I'm His Majesty's hound!
The imperial hound, do you understand?!
At this moment seeing the Saint inquire, instantly spilling all assets and identities, including past gathering places of the Wolf Pack and numerous guesses regarding other people's identities entirely.
The unseen tail and visible one wagged wildly, blatantly flattering.
Near the end, he heard Flame Shadow's voice: "Is there anything Shekri particularly instructed for this action?"
"No, no, only instructed the minor man to covertly await action."
Kaelbasu shook his head, teeming with anticipation as he looked towards Flame Shadow: "If His Majesty wishes to probe further, this minor man is willing to serve before and after the Holy Master, climb mountains of swords and seas of fire, body shattered and bones crushed, repay the Saint!!!"
Suddenly, laughter erupted from the throne.
With such comfort.
"Indeed worthy of being a pillar of my congregation, a trusted of the Holy Dynasty, with this heartfelt intent, why need to be body shattered and bones crushed?"
The Holy Master rejoiced, slowly rising, gazing at the beast before him, smiling patting the dog head: "It's rare to see such sincere loyalty from you, from now on, trail after Lu Changsheng!"
Kaelbasu was overjoyed, about to speak, yet the smile froze on his face.
After the tide of black flame receded, the face revealed was not the familiar visage from memory, but instead, so young, entirely different from Lu Changsheng!
Only those pitch-black pupils, so deeply dark, seemed like a bottomless abyss.
Indifferently overlooked.
Wolf Evil shivered uncontrollably, face stiffening, gradually twisting.
"You—"
At that moment, between the fingers gripping the soul, the black flame erupted again, consuming everything!
Helping him fulfill his promise.
To follow Lu Changsheng, and embark on the journey together!