I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot-Chapter 959 - 16.5 First Red Star - Wolf Packs Leaders

959 16.5 First Red Star – Wolf Packs Leaders

Once more, Fenrir Skoll was murdered by the one he loved. Despite yet, he was able to accept that his wife had no recollections of him, not even the memories of who he really is, so he didn’t feel furious over the incident. He currently only knows that he was born in this world. As a progenitor of the vampire race, he controls the entirety of his kind.

Cassius Ambrosia, the Vampire Progenitor, never once turns to gaze at him. After being slain by him, he didn’t think the werewolf would be able to survive again. He left Fenrir Skoll’s body lying among the red rose bushes and went back to his castle. The nutrients the rose had gotten caused the blossoms to grow even larger than they typically do since they were fed by the powerful blood of a werewolf-like Fenrir Skoll. It gave a wonderful impression of beauty and death together in one moment.

A little moon and tiny sun materialized out of thin air when Cassius Ambrosia vanished within the palace. They linger over Lord God Ye’s corpse while capturing the second scene of his death and then witness him experience a rebirth similar to the first.

Fenrir Skoll pushed the rose plants and earth over his body while feeling dizzy from the blood loss. He appears a little down in the dumps. Who would feel happy if his sweetheart murdered him twice in a row?

System Yue and System Yang looked at each other as they felt the flaunting in the Lord God’s mood.

[Lord God Ye, can I make a suggestion?] System Yang asked.

Fenrir Skoll glanced at the talking tiny sun and said, “Do you have a way for my wife to let us stay by his side? If so... Speak clearly. I’m not in a good mood.”

System Yang spoke, [There is a way. But first, we need to keep our distance from Lord Hei, who after all treats the Lord God as an enemy at this moment. Forcing our way in would just incur his distrust more.]

For the first time, Fenrir Skoll was willing to listen to someone other than his wife as to whether he would follow their words fully... that might be quite a tall order for this Sovereign.

.....

“Continue talking...” Fenrir Skoll said.

System Yue suggested, [For now why don’t we change places, Milord? This location is still within the scope of Lord Hei’s domain, he can most likely hear our conversation.]

Hmp! After snapping his fingers once, Fenrir Skoll vanished into thin air. He teleported straight beyond the walls of the old castle, yet he was still in the Dark Forest. As they witnessed Lord God Ye employing his wife’s ability, System Yue and System Yang weren’t taken aback. After all, this relationship is soul-related. Their whole existence, including their life and death, was shared.

Unknown to them, Cassius Ambrosia already noticed them when Fenrir Skoll revived for the second time. The weird black snowflake imprint on his lower left eye tingles the moment Fenrir comes back to life. He also noticed the same imprint under the right eye of the Werewolf Ancestor and wondered what kind of thing this imprint suddenly appeared on his face.

Without thinking, Cassius Ambrosia snarled at the flesh around his left eye. Even if it meant ripping his own face off, he intended to attempt removing it by force. The exquisiteness of his appearance was destroyed as the muscles and bones hidden behind the torn skin of his face came to the surface. The skinless portion of his face regains skin in a matter of seconds. The snowflake impression, though, is still visible on his freshly developed, spotless white skin.

“Hmm~ this is... a bit interesting. It looks fun~”

The night’s monarch murmured. Even though his face is expressionless, those silver eyes have a hint of eagerness. He called the name of his one and only servant in this world.

“Luther D’Arcy”

A man with dark brown hair wrapped in a waterfall-style half-braid plait suddenly materialized among the assembled bats, holding one hand over his chest and the other behind his back. He bowed before the guy seated on the throne, lowering his back and lowering his head.

Luther D’Arcy appeared as he was summoned, “You called, my Lord.”

“I wanted you to gather all the information about the werewolves, especially about the identity of the man outside this lordship.” Cassius Ambrosia said.

Luther D’Arcy asked politely, “Would the Lord want me to clean up the person outside the house?”

“You wouldn’t be able to defeat that dog. He seems to have a special existence as I do. Let him be. Don’t care what he does but if he dares to bring other mutts into my territory then you can kill it. Go leave.” Cassius Ambrosia said as he looked out of the window in a certain direction where he could feel Fenrir Skoll’s aura. This time his eyes were languid but he didn’t choose to sleep. He finally found something that can entertain him for a few years.

Luther D’Arcy, the vampire from the Duke class, left without asking any more questions. Nevertheless, as he departs, he can hear a notification from his subsystem ringing in his brain. He once more changed into a swarm of bats and swooped out the open window to depart from the ancient fortress.

Subsystem 002 spoke, [Ding! Congratulations to the host. The Vampire Progenitor, Cassius Ambrosia’s trust level of you had increased from 10 to 15. Please do your best to get the loyalty of the target, Host!]

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At the Death Mountain Range...

Today, every member of the Fenrir Tribe was there. They were instructed to go to two events that were required for each member of their race. The first is the funeral service for their ancestor, whom they all revered as their Beast God. Fenrir Skoll, a Werewolf Ancestor, was laid to rest. There were so many werewolves who were shocked and heartbroken by the untimely loss of their Ancestor. They found it difficult to absorb the news.

The second event is the coronation ceremony for Conri Lycaon, the adopted young cub of the Werewolf Ancestor himself and the new head of the Fenrir Tribe. His coronation as King of their race would take place on this day.

Certain pack leaders, such as the brown-furred pack led by Reika Louve and Ralph Hemming of the gray-furred pack, didn’t want to accept Conri Lycaon as the new king. As they went to the burial of the werewolf ancestor, these two were the ones who were the most depressed.

They believed that their progenitor was a beast god who had rescued them from hell. When they were young, the Templar Temple almost hunted their pack to extinction. They were saved and nurtured by Fenrir Skoll until they developed into their present state. Because of this, they were unable to accept Conri Lycaon’s opportune ascension and the abrupt death of their God.

Reika Louve and Ralph Hemming were standing next to each other, the woman with short permed light brown hair and orange eyes and the man with a light gray pixie cut and black eyes. They were dazed as they sat close to the coffin of the Werewolf Ancestor, Fenrir Skoll. Only a few individuals were still present, and the majority of them were present for the new king’s coronation.

Ralph Hemming said, “Reika, is it alright if you don’t attend the Coronation Ceremony?”

“Lyall will be enough for that place. Isn’t that why you sent only your subordinates to attend and stay here?” Reika Louve said.

Ralph Hemming asked, “What do you plan to do next?”

“... Leave the pack. I bought some houses in the middle region. I planned to mix with humans and live as one. I cannot stay in this place anymore. There is no one to return here for.” Reika Louve said as she looked at their Ancestor within the coffin. His eyes were closed as if he was only sleeping.

“Then... My pack and I will leave with yours. Though our numbers are a lot, compared to those with stronger bloodlines, we are weaker than them. Mixing with humans would be a better choice than staying here.” Ralph Hemming said.

The two pack leaders just made some decision when suddenly they heard someone butt in their conversation. It was the one person they didn’t expect to appear in this place.

“You should halt such plans for now. The Templar Temple had restarted their hunts for werewolves and vampires ever since their Holy Son had gone missing. If you don’t want to get hated stay inside the territory.”

This man’s voice surprised Ralph Hemming and Reika Louve. They weren’t expecting to be bothered by his unexpected presence and his proximity to them at this point. They observed the man with golden eyes and medium-length dark red hair.

“Randall Ruid. It is rare that you are here instead of pleasing the new king to become his minion.” Reika Louve said her tone was quite sarcastic and obviously didn’t like the man in front of her.

Randall Ruid, however, shrugs his shoulders without seeming angered by Reika Louve’s remarks. He seems bored as he fixes his gaze on the two werewolf leaders. He chose a spot in the room and curled up there. As he shuts his eyes, he appears as though he will doze off at any moment. Reika and Ralph find this sight of his to be unfathomable.

After all, the Randall Ruid they were familiar with was impatient and aggressive. Unless the other person is more powerful than he is, he would attack anyone who dared to disagree with him. In comparison to Conri Lycaon and the Ancestor, this guy possessed the strongest lineage. Reika Louve and Ralph Hemming were therefore inadequate in contrast to him.

Reika Louve’s outward displays of contempt and hatred were due to her personality. She detested the original Randall Ruid’s cowardly and parasitic character. The present Randall Ruid is different; this is the Warden’s soul, which only obeyed orders from those he respected. Each little or huge issue that didn’t require his involvement, he would neglect. Also, Elder Vilkas will do the remaining tasks for him. Just wait for the Lord to give him further instructions.

Ralph Hemming and Reika Louve both noted Randall Ruid’s alterations. He lacked the unpleasant character he possessed, which enjoys torturing the helpless. Instead, he acted casually, as if he didn’t care whether Conri Lycaon became the tribe’s new king or not.

“He... Something is weird about him. Ralph, what do you think?” asked Reika Louve in a low voice.

Ralph Hemming observes Randall Ruid and slightly understands something. He started asking the person to back up his conjectures.

“Sir Ruid, aren’t you going to attend the Coronation Ceremony?” Ralph Hemming asked.

Randall Ruid responded, “I left the things for the Ceremony to Ashina and Mayun. They don’t need me there.”

“Where are you, human companions?” Ralph Hemming asked.

Randall Ruid answered, “Like hell, I know! I ask the servants to send them away.”

“Why are you here?”

“Are you blind? Of course, to take a nap. Tsk! Stop talking to me. I want to sleep!” Randall Ruid said as he turned over and faced them with his back.

In shock, Ralph and Reika exchanged glances. They weren’t prepared for Randall Ruid to change so drastically all of a sudden. No matter how they thought about it, it’s impossible.

But, Randall Ruid was actually this man standing in front of them.

Randall Ruid spoke, “If you want to leave the tribe because of Conri Lycaon, I suggest that you bear with it for now. Not only was the Templar Temple too active lately, the person himself had become annoying. I would be okay with our strengths greatly and he didn’t have many people under him. But you two are different, just turn a blind eye to him. He wouldn’t dare to make a move directly as the elders are holding him back. Listen to my words if you want to live long. Stop talking. I’m really going to sleep right now.”