novelraw Chapter 1210 615: One Trouble Follows Another (Part 2)
Chapter 1210 615: One Trouble Follows Another (Part 2)
The Great Evil being referred to is clear enough; the specifics of the ritual are simple—'consumption'.
As long as you consume, it's enough.
Eat!
The strong devour the weak, that is the perpetual essence of the wilderness.
The specific bait and catalysts required for the ritual cannot yet be determined due to the broad scope, and the final outcome will vary based on individual's qualifications.
But the most crucial premise—the [specific condition], almost everyone in the White Country possesses it!
What condition could it be?
"The Wolf Blood Oath of the sacrificial king from the olden days of the White Country."
Aignu said decisively: "As long as one is within the range of the sacrificial king's Wolf Blood Oath, everyone has the potential to become a wolf."
"..."
For a moment, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.
Before the sacrificial king died, his wolf blood spread through his curse, infecting all the citizens and members of the White Country; in a way, the entire White Country became his wolf pack.
As long as the wolf pack exists, the alpha wolf remains indestructible; one day, it will be able to return. Likewise, as long as the alpha wolf exists, the plague of the wolf pack looms over this land, an unsolvable predicament.
The transformation technique possessed by the Recovery Front looks horrifying, but once deciphered, its essence is actually insignificant—merely forcibly activating the hidden Wolf Blood Oath within the soul through sacrifice, then thoroughly assimilating the sacrificer to become the Wolf Lord's clone.
The principle is not to turn a person into a wolf but to have a person consumed by the wolf, becoming part of the wolf.
Even if this technology turns everyone in the White Country into wolves, the final wolf is singular—that being the sacrificial king as the Wolf Lord!
And precisely because of the condition of the sacrificial king himself, the brutality of the transformation and sacrificial ritual results in the product devoid of intellect. Yet, lacking intellect is not a flaw; rather, it is the most troublesome and potent threat.
Now, everyone can become the sacrificial king.
Imagine, overnight, everyone in the White Country becomes mad wolves, a scene of chaotic revelry...
—Sweating, aren't you, dirty little brother?
Sweating.
In the silent conference room, the cold air from the central air-conditioning blew chillingly, but everyone instantly felt a scorching heat as if being in a furnace, drenched in sweat.
Silence, a deathlike silence, where no one spoke.
As if frozen.
But what could be said?
[Great, finally an excuse to let us slaughter those damned White Country scoundrels together!]
Madness!
Who can bear such a cost?
The Federation? The Empire? Or the Desert Market?
Tian Yuan can't endure, and even the White Deer will suffer.
The ties between the Wolf and the Tower are intricate and unclear; the Empire and Federation cannot accept the shadow of the Tower expanding as a result, nor can the Desert Market allow the pollution of the Wolves to grow once more.
Moreover, the more we kill, the larger the death and curse, making the feedback from this karma accelerate the sacrificial king's recovery; before we can finish killing, the sacrificial king revives, once again impacting the realm of Saints and Dragons, ultimately becoming part of the Great Evil.
If left unchecked, allowing the White Country Restoration Front to continue, the sacrificial king will still likely revive.
Now, we are stuck between a rock and a hard place.
The Fusion Bomb issue hasn't been solved yet, and new trouble is already pressing upon us.
It's simply driving me nuts!
No one spoke in the conference room, but the secretaries outside walked in, constantly whispering instructions and urgencies from Central City and Great City to Fan Yun and Dorodongville.
The two's faces grew increasingly unsightly.
Until finally realizing—under the guise of power and violence, the order and stability the Federation and Empire wanted to enforce are now utterly without foundation.
The 'peace plan' jointly decided and executed by the highest levels of both sides no longer has any feasibility in the White Country.
It might even be that due to the execution mistake from Tower City, the full situation in Central Earth is implicated.
The only remaining chance is to fix the fence after the sheep are gone.
"Then let's fight."
Fan Yun extinguished his cigar in the ashtray, exhaling the last wisp of blue smoke.
"Fight."
Dorodongville's face was dark as water, eyes ominous: "Fight until the so-called Recovery Front ceases to exist."
The two exchanged one last glance, rose, and departed together.
Soon after, everyone finally reacted, and before their eyes, everything seemed dark. Suddenly, they seemed to hear the silent thunder, unleashed by the Federation and Empire!
Before reacting, they unconsciously rose and followed those two figures, quickly pursuing them.
The crowd surged.
In less than half a minute, the once crowded meeting room became empty.
"All this fighting and killing is so bothersome."
Lin Shouyi lowered his gaze, seemingly daydreaming, yawned, and walked off with hands behind his back.
Throughout, the An Family Brothers and Dragon Tongue Hunter said nothing. Now they've finished eating dried fruits and honing arrows, as if turning a deaf ear, with hands in pockets, swaggeringly walked away.
What else could be said?
Prepare for battle, get ready to kill the wolves!
Only scholars unrelated to this continued to fill in medical records and data, writing summaries, exchanging quiet discussions.
Finally, Aignu closed the notebook, stood up.
"Quite fruitful, though the technique is somewhat crude, the idea somewhat has its merit."
He mused, suddenly suggesting to Ji Jue beside him, "Would you like to join me for a seminar at the Association to exchange ideas?"
Ji Jue shook his head, sighed regretfully: "Thank you for your kindness, unfortunately, life sciences are not my forte; I currently have no energy to spare for this aspect, so let's skip it."
"Is that so, what a pity."
Aignu nodded, finally patted his shoulder, and turned away.
The seminar or not, it's just a pretense.
If Ji Jue intended to detach himself, he could seize this opportunity and follow Aignu to the Association.
Although Taiyi Ring takes hefty commissions, expensive delegations, has an unseemly manner, bloated staff, waste abounds...etc., yet at a time like this, it's still reliable, at least it can ensure Ji Jue doesn't get entangled.
But since Ji Jue doesn't plan to do this, Aignu won't say more—when did the matter of Tide Sound become his concern? Maybe this kid just waits for this opportunity to gather materials!
Hasn't he already taken the initiative?
No matter how, it's anticipated that the upcoming storm is bound for Central Earth, a region notorious for its quagmire.
Amidst the rolling waves, who knows how many will be involved, and by then, how many in the White Country can remain unaffected?
Thus, in silence, Ji Jue finally rose and walked out of the empty meeting room.
He turned back for one last look.
Gently, closed the door.
Click.
A soft sound.
From now on, the winds of war blew across the entire Tower City...
.
Whether there was a wind, whether it blew across Tower City, Ji Jue didn't know, but he knew he might be in trouble.
Because right after he stepped out of the Federation Military Base, Ye Xian's call came.
No pleasantries, no pulling around, no pretense nor concealment.
Straightforward as always, straight to the point, asking an unmistakable question.
Then, Ji Jue began to sweat.
Ye Xian asked:
"—You're in the White Country, aren't you?"