The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 660 - 39: Vicious Dog, Constant Star Refining Furnace

"Water...water..."

Wolff felt like his throat was about to catch fire.

His mouth was parched, and he wanted to drink water.

But no one heard his plea, or even if someone did, they wouldn't care in the slightest.

Because the spacecraft was heading toward an abandoned star nearest to Lilva, and this group of prisoners, already sentenced to death, had only a few hours left to live.

Who cared if someone about to die was thirsty?

Wolff called out for a long time and received no response.

He forced a swallowing motion, and his throat felt like it was lined with razor blades.

At this moment, Wolff's heart was filled with resentment and hatred.

Why?

Why dared those guys treat him this way?

His brother was a Spirit Court Guard!

How dare they treat a direct relative of a Spirit Court Guard like this?!

"No... "

"I must survive!"

"I must contact Hank, become a Mechanician, and take revenge for everything!"

The blazing flames of hatred transformed into a massive will to survive, miraculously granting Wolff new strength.

Wolff struggled to get up from the deck, leaning against the cold wall, striving to catch his breath and regain his strength.

He refused to give up.

Like a wounded beast, he curled up in the corner, his fierce and cold gaze sweeping across every corner of the room, seeking even the slightest glimmer of hope for escape.

"Boom!"

Just as Wolff was deep in thought, a violent vibration suddenly resonated through the deck beneath him.

The whole spacecraft began to shake.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed from the cell door, and Wolff seemed to hear someone shouting anxiously.

"What's happening?!"

Wolff's expression shifted, and for a moment, he seemed to forget all his injuries, rushing to the cell door with agility.

He leaned closely against the palm-sized air vent on the door, listening attentively.

From the hurried, urgent conversations of the passing guards, Wolff vaguely gathered a shocking piece of news—

The spacecraft appeared to be under attack by unknown attackers!

This news was undoubtedly excellent for Wolff.

Wolff paced excitedly back and forth inside the cell.

He wasn't the only death row prisoner with similar thoughts; Wolff heard the frenzied banging on the doors from the cells on both sides.

Even though the prisoners were causing such a commotion, the guards, who should have arrived to suppress them, didn't show up.

It showed how dire the situation was, as it seemed all the guards responsible for overseeing the prisoners had gone to resist the attackers.

"Stay calm! Stay calm!"

Wolff took deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

What he needed to do now was regain his strength as much as possible to seize any upcoming chance to escape.

Time passed second by second.

He had no idea how much time had elapsed.

"Boom!"

A loud noise suddenly came from outside Wolff's ears, and he heard the sound of something roaring.

It was as if some beast had suddenly broken into the area.

With the appearance of this sound, the originally noisy detention area abruptly fell silent.

Suddenly.

Wolff heard an incredibly sharp scream.

His heart skipped a beat, and he retreated nervously.

The scream came from his left.

As the scream rang out, the banging on the door on that side seemed to lessen considerably.

Before long, a second scream rang out.

Then a third, a fourth...

Almost every few seconds, more screams erupted.

The screams came closer and closer to Wolff's location.

In the oppressive air, it felt like a ferocious monster was slowly approaching.

A pungent chill enveloped Wolff's heart.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Finally...

"Ah!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out beside Wolff's ear, judging from the position of the sound, it came from the cell next to him.

Wolff shrunk sharply into the corner of the room, his heart pounding furiously.

At a loss for what to do.

"Boom!"

The door of his cell was violently blasted open from the outside.

Wolff's pupils contracted sharply as he watched a ferocious giant dog, standing over five meters tall, spewing thick black smoke from its body and breathing out red flames, squeezed in from the doorway.

The giant dog, brimming with fire, locked its sight on Wolff as it entered.

Its lava-red eyes fixed tightly on him, and the room was overwhelmed with the pungent stench of sulfur, almost suffocating Wolff.

"Roar!"

The giant dog let out a low growl, stirring up a violent wind in the room.

Without hesitation, it lunged at Wolff in a swift move.

Boundless fear enveloped Wolff's entire being.

In this life-and-death moment, an unexpected bit of courage surged within him, and he mustered all his strength to shout.

"Don't kill me! My brother is a Spirit Court Guard!"

After shouting this, Wolff collapsed to the ground, having expended all his strength, tightly shutting his eyes, ready to meet imminent death.

Yet, after about half a minute, the expected pain did not arrive.

The air, filled with sulfur and the stench, seemed even more intense.

Wolff slowly opened his eyes.

The terrifying giant dog, whose body almost filled the entire room, was looking down at him, quietly observing.