Chapter 119 - 114: Life Treasury, Kael’s Demonic Seduction (4000 words, update 18/65)_2

"Next time, don’t push yourself so hard."

No, this time wasn’t a mutter. It was as if someone was truly inside his heart, speaking to him with a tender and caring voice.

The voice was very familiar, yet he couldn’t recall it at all. But his body felt as if it had been infused with a large amount of fresh blood. His heart pounded, his blood boiled, and it seemed everything began to burn.

When he came to his senses, power had already filled his entire body, and a tear involuntarily slid down from the corner of his eye. Kael felt a sense of loss, with a strong impulse to find that voice.

The life protection on his head burned brilliantly, like a blazing fire. It was the demonic nature he had accumulated over time, now agitated!

That gentle call, like meeting an old friend after many years, seemed to suddenly drift away at this moment, leaving an incredible feeling of emptiness in his heart.

"So warm."

He clung to the mage’s simple robe in front of him, still able to feel his chest pounding furiously. His expression was somewhat complicated for a moment.

He didn’t realize that his body was beginning to undergo some small changes.

The illusory incubus wings condensed behind him, slowly spreading. He bit his finger, his expression somewhat lazy, with a seductive demonic charm on his face. It seemed as if just looking at his face could make one’s consciousness sink deeply.

If he usually resembled a chaste and abstinent beauty guarding the Holy Hall, then at this moment Kael seemed to have fallen from the clouds into the mire.

The corrosion of the acidic muck eroded his clothes, revealing patches of his fair yet somewhat frail body. At first glance, he evoked the image of the howling wind after a violent storm.

It was the shattered pleasure of pure white being defiled.

"Die for me... properly!"

In the next second, several transformation spells stacked onto his body.

[Bear’s Endurance], Constitution increased by +4, gaining a temporary health bar.

[Bull’s Strength], Strength increased by +4.

[Cat’s Grace], Dexterity increased by +4.

[Owl’s Insight], Wisdom increased by +4.

[Eagle’s Radiance], Charisma slightly enhanced.

To become faster, to become stronger, to become... fearless!

The entwined magic silk thread shot out instantly, binding around the Shadow Wolf King’s leg. With his strength enhanced, he didn’t choose to pull the magic silk thread immediately with his hands. Instead, a bronze metal hand appeared behind him.

[Luxius’ Skull Shattering Gauntlet]

A spell exclusively taught by his dear teacher Luxius and the only 4th-level spell Kael had mastered during this period.

Although time was limited, and he wasn’t yet capable of mastering 4th-level spells at level 7, he forcibly broke this limit relying on dark knowledge, a vast amount of spell knowledge, and his intelligence beyond his current power.

The already thinner and more precise magic silk thread, under immense force, instantly caused the Shadow Wolf King to stumble.

The difference in size between them was like a human and an elephant. However, the sudden burst from the Skull Shattering Gauntlet truly burst forth with the effect of a powerful warrior.

The leg entangled by the magic silk thread was instantly twisted, causing flesh to fly and revealing spots of white bone under the fur.

Such a laceration would be lethal to most creatures.

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But not to the Shadow Wolf King.

The Wolf King howled, spitting out foul black flames that instantly burnt the magic silk thread. It fearfully discovered that the half-white-haired upright ape had somehow moved beside it.

The plain iron sword in Old White’s hand made the Wolf King feel a more deadly threat. It retreated rapidly, but the iron sword relentlessly followed.

The spell power condensed on the sword left the blade in an instant, carving out several deep wounds on its body, visible in the darkness.

He finally didn’t spend more energy controlling the two-headed shadow wolf.

"Not bad reflexes. As a creature of this level in the Dungeon, reaching your extent is quite fortunate. Is it because you absorbed power that doesn’t belong to you?"

Old White spoke while his sword didn’t stop at all. Torrential spell power gushed out incessantly, leaving enormous wounds on its body.

The Wolf King raised its head high, seemingly excited, letting out low growls from its throat, and the bloodthirsty light in its eyes intensified, making its attacks increasingly desperate.

The black flames and the waves of spell power clashed, scattering sand and dust everywhere.

The Wolf King revealed a cruel yet joyous grin.

Since devouring the flesh of the Senior Wolf King, it had not felt such a near-death crisis for a long time.

It seemed strange that just this few upright apes couldn’t change the battle’s outcome. Did they think they could kill it this way?

It had absorbed the totem power!

The filthy crystal in front of it shone with black light again. The veins beneath its fur bulged, and its blood and flesh wriggled slowly, filling the broken wounds on its body.

Injuries? What it feared most wasn’t wounds but enemies far stronger than itself torturing it.

Seeing the Dark Night Wolf King restore its flesh within just a few breaths, Old White was slightly surprised.

"High-grade monster flesh, at least above Holy Land. I see. No wonder I felt that those two-headed wolves and the power within you share the same source.

Now it seems the essence of those two-headed wolves leaked from you."

Old White naturally didn’t know that the totem power within the two-headed shadow wolves was injected filth from the Senior Wolf King into the mother wolves about to give birth.

Nor did he know that by consuming the Senior Wolf King raw, the new Wolf King inherited control over the two-headed shadow wolves.

All he could do was continuously release powerful spell shocks, leaving streaks of blood-colored marks on the Shadow Wolf King.

It seemed to sense that he was cheating by borrowing higher-level power. Its limbs were restrained by entangling golden chains, but Old White didn’t care at all.

"Though suppressed by the world’s will, a strong man, even when his power is reduced, remains a... strong man."

Ignoring the Dungeon’s restrictions, Old White wielded his iron sword like a blade storm, tearing the ground apart.

As for Kael, he showed even less mercy.

After injecting himself with his secret magic potion, his close combat abilities greatly improved.

While Old White tangled with the Shadow Wolf King, he used the magic silk thread to restrain the Shadow Wolf King’s movements, forcing it to repeatedly spit out black flames to break free.

On the other hand, he began controlling those cold moon blades. Starting from his position, aiming at the bodies of the Shadow Wolf Guard, he threw them with Luxius’ Skull Shattering Gauntlet.

Fierce winds howled!

The moon blades, sweeping in like a storm, left terrifying scars on the Shadow Wolf Guard. Their fur imbued with protection couldn’t stop the sheer violence, causing flesh to fly everywhere.

As for the two-headed shadow wolves, lacking much combat experience and losing control from the Wolf King, they were even more miserable under the moon blade’s assault. A moment’s carelessness, and a head flew off.

Some were even tragically sliced in half on the spot or split in two through the fork between their heads.

The Shadow Wolf King grew increasingly anxious, launching attack after attack, only to be calmly deflected by Old White with his iron sword.

Kael watched the Shadow Wolf King coldly.

According to normal circumstances, he should have gone directly to help Grandpa White suppress the Shadow Wolf King together.

But Kael noticed that the Shadow Wolf King never took its eyes off the wolf pack.

Even those two-headed shadow wolves, which had become nearly like ordinary beasts after losing the Wolf King’s control in the past life, would inevitably divert some of the Shadow Wolf King’s attention during a crisis, trying to control them directly to evade, avoiding death.

If it were a human, Kael would respect its care for its kind—provided it didn’t provoke him.

But it was a Wolf King. Kael had no sympathy for such a monster.

This natural world was just like that. Either the weak sheep were bitten to death, or the weak wolves starved to death. He would allow himself no pause here. He would climb step by step, step by step to the top of the food chain!

For this, he didn’t mind using a bit of trickery.

You care about your wolf pack, don’t you? Then try to stop me.