Ch 75: My Wolf Husband

Everyone on the city walls suddenly noticed that the dense horde of vine ghosts below paused for a moment. Then, except for the group surrounding the city walls, the rest of the army seemed to go mad, rushing toward the giant wolf!

It was as if their true purpose had never been to capture Xuancheng in the first place.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhao quickly rushed to the edge of the wall, squinting as he looked down, his mind racing. What had happened to the once ruthless barbarian tribe that had invaded lands and killed without hesitation? Who was behind all of this, pulling the strings?

Ordinary vine ghosts were no match for Fuli. The giant beast was incredibly agile and nimble, able to switch between human and wolf forms with ease, dodging attacks and countering with devastating force. With just a single swipe of his paw, he could take down a large group of enemies.

The shaman, hidden among the mindless army of the walking dead, was entangled in thick, dark green vines that camouflaged him as armor, allowing him to blend seamlessly with the surrounding mutated barbarians. To the naked eye, he was indistinguishable from the others.

But now, the shaman’s brow was furrowed, and he watched the powerful giant wolf surrounded in the distance with growing unease, his gaze filled with disbelief as he studied the beast.

What was going on? How could it have reached maturity? The wolf god’s lineage had been reduced to this single descendant—without the guidance of its kind, how could it possibly mature?

As the shaman observed Fuli in his most formidable state, part human, part wolf, a sense of ancestral fear crept up from deep within him, an instinctual terror and submission that was ingrained in his very genes. It was a fear written in his bones.

The more he watched the ferocity and might of the giant beast, the more terrified he became. But with that fear came an even deeper hatred! The beast’s strength and vitality were built on the bones and blood of his ancestors.

The shaman’s clan, once a branch of the wolf god’s lineage, had served them for generations, bowing their heads in submission. All they sought was a chance to rise, but they were completely wiped out. Even he, a mixed-blood outcast, had only survived by clinging to the remnants of his ancestors’ power.

Yet the grievances of the past were as intertwined and complex as the bloodline itself—impossible to untangle, impossible to judge. His ancestor, who had betrayed the tribe, incited war, and allied with outsiders to bring chaos to the world, had indirectly caused the fall of the wolf god.

But human nature is such that one always believes oneself to be just, always believes oneself to be the wronged party. Even after a thousand years, the remnants of his tribe lived on, driven by an obsessive madness.

Gripped by fear, the shaman tightly held the blood-red crystal in his hand, raising it reverently before his eyes, his gaze fervent. This was the source of his power, his ultimate spiritual solace. He muttered continuously, “My great god, my ancestor, please bear witness to the deeds of your descendant! You shall awaken within that supreme body at the next sunrise!”

The blood-red stone, worshipped day and night by the shaman with the fresh blood of countless spiritual infants, now pulsed as if it were a living heart, glowing with a rhythmic beat.

Then, the vine branches extending from the shaman’s back began to whip back and forth, directly controlling the distant barbarian king. The vine armor wrapped around his body seemed to come alive, twisting and writhing.

The barbarian king’s still somewhat pliable eyelids twitched violently. Then, like a tank, he charged recklessly toward Fuli.

The shaman watched the towering figure of the last descendant of the wolf god clan, a mix of fear and crazed excitement filling him. The barbarian king had originally been cultivated as a suitable vessel through the shaman’s offerings of spiritual blood and flesh. However, at this moment, he had found something even better, more perfect—the matured body of a wolf god!

The giant beast was already struggling against the relentless onslaught of vine ghosts. It was difficult to hold them off as they attacked in waves. As the saying goes, two fists can’t fend off four hands, let alone an army that feels no pain or fear!

Fuli slashed open a gap with his claws, but then quickly turned around, only to see an extremely ugly giant wielding a massive axe, the vine armor on his body writhing like a living creature as he charged toward him.

“Perfect timing!” Fuli thought. “To catch the thief, first capture the leader—I’ll kill the planter first!”

Without hesitation, Fuli transformed into his wolf form, his claws flashing with cold light as he caught the massive axe coming at his head. The axe blade clashed with his steel claws, sparks flying as they grated against each other.

The barbarian king advanced, and with the vine ghosts unable to join the fight, they swarmed toward the city walls instead.

Fuli noticed that the vine ghosts had already covered half the city walls, and he saw Lin Shuishi watching him with a tense expression from atop the main city. At that moment, he flung the barbarian king aside, and with a powerful leap, the giant wolf landed firmly on the highest point of the main city, standing atop the two neatly carved characters of “Xuancheng” hanging above the gate.

The sun had set, and the full moon was rising in the east.

The enormous moon slowly ascended behind the majestic wolf, its silver-white fur shimmering as if it were glowing in the moonlight. It was as if the stars in the sky had been scattered, twinkling like tiny lights in the giant beast’s golden, vertical pupils.

The giant wolf raised its head and let out a long howl, the sound waves rolling over the mountains and shaking the forests!

While everyone was still stunned by the roar, Lin Shuishi’s ears twitched as he listened intently. At first, there was a faint tremor in the city walls, but within moments, not just Lin Shuishi, but all the soldiers in the city felt it—the vibrations grew stronger, accompanied by a distant rumbling sound that rapidly approached, reaching them in the blink of an eye.

Lin Shuishi suddenly raised his eyes to the horizon and saw, where light and darkness met, a horde of beasts thundering toward them! The dust they kicked up billowed like a rising cloud of smoke, a formidable and unstoppable force!

They converged from all directions, forming a mighty flood of beasts, roaring as they charged toward the army of vine ghosts. The ground was teeming with wolves, tigers, leopards, oxen, horses, deer, and elephants, while the sky was filled with eagles, vultures, owls, hawks, geese, and crows. In the blink of an eye, the vast, powerful beast horde arrived.

Leading the charge was a group of agile, fierce white wolves, with the wolf king’s cold, crimson eyes lifting in response to Fuli’s call. In an instant, the wilderness echoed with the howls of wolves rising from all sides!

Lin Shuishi was overwhelmed with emotion, his thoughts racing. Among the surging beast horde were familiar companions as well as creatures from Dongshan he barely knew. Yet here they all were, gathered together, crossing vast distances to arrive!

The beast horde had set out from Dongshan with Fuli, but after he transformed into his wolf form, his speed was too great for even the swift wolf pack to keep up, causing them to fall behind.

On the day Fuli returned to Dongshan, just as he emerged from the ancestral land, the white wolves guarding Lin Shuishi came rushing to him, running with such intensity that their bodies convulsed and their limbs were stained with blood. After a few broken words in the wolf tongue, Fuli was instantly enraged, his eyes turned red, and his blood boiled! He gritted his teeth, gathered the creatures of Dongshan, and led them out in full force!

The beast horde responded to the call of the “wolf god.” Tigers and leopards released their captured prey, herds of oxen stopped their fierce spring battles, the horse king led its herd galloping down from misty mountain peaks, and the golden eagle secured its adopted chicks before diving off cliffs.

All the fierce beasts that rarely showed themselves gathered in a grand, awe-inspiring display, the likes of which had not been seen in a century.

The horde was so vast that, despite trying to avoid human settlements, they inevitably passed through towns along the way.

In the still-peaceful towns, people stopped to witness the spectacle. On the broad main streets and narrow alleys, a rare white wolf would leap swiftly by, vanishing before the townsfolk could even react with fear.

Then came a continuous stream of animals charging through. They didn’t stop to rest or eat, nor did they pay any mind to the people.

In Rehe Village, the elders bowed and prayed in the direction the white wolves had gone, reverently pleading, “Heaven has sent a sign, may the wolf god protect us.”

In Zhongzhou, a little boy by the roadside pointed excitedly at a large tiger sprinting past, his small teeth showing as he exclaimed, “Wow, Mom, look, a big kitty!”

“Oh my! Don’t point— that’s a tiger!” his mother exclaimed, scooping him up and running home. When she glanced back in panic, even the cats passing by didn’t have time to notice them.

Yet, despite their best efforts, some small animals fell behind. A plump squirrel, leading its family with high spirits and determination, set out to rescue its “little brother Lin Shuishi.” However, they were too slow, losing sight of the wolves, tigers, and leopards at the top of the food chain. Frustrated and helpless, they finally decided to return to the mountain, vowing to fill their little brother’s wooden house with food!

Along the way, the rapid pace naturally filtered out species unsuited for battle, allowing them to live in peace and reducing unnecessary casualties.

Thus, the beast horde that had arrived at Xuancheng consisted only of the fiercest and most brutal combat machines among the animals, with the exception of the striking eagles above.

The shaman, hidden among the vine ghost army, listened to the surrounding howls of wolves and the roars of beasts with a gloomy expression. Without a word, he fiercely drove the vine ghosts to attack and kill Fuli.

The barbarian king led the charge toward the main city, and with a swift dive, Fuli engaged in a fierce battle with this tough and relentless foe.

At this moment, the hearts of Xuancheng’s defenders tightened with fear, thinking that this overwhelming beast horde might be yet another formidable enemy. But in the next instant, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The beast horde surged forward like an unstoppable wave, colliding with the dense ranks of the vine ghost army and immediately tearing a wide gap in the green tide.

The beasts did not charge blindly; each had its own leader, and these leaders operated under the command of the white wolf king, skillfully coordinating their assaults and defenses.

Hundreds of white wolves led the vanguard, their sharp claws and fangs seeming to be natural enemies of the vine ghosts, effortlessly tearing through the thick green armor. Strong, horned bulls formed a shield wall, pushing forward and then retreating to hold the line. The robust horse king, along with fierce tigers and leopards, led the assault teams. Meanwhile, the deer and wild boars at the rear formed a massive trampling force that left no vine ghost unscathed—those that weren’t torn apart were crushed into pieces.

Even that wasn’t enough; pangolins and other burrowing animals, drawn by the commotion, took advantage of any vine ghost not paying attention, digging out the ground beneath them. Once a vine ghost was trapped in the earth, its fate was sealed by these small yet determined creatures.

Seeing this, although the situation seemed unbelievable, the soldiers of Xuancheng finally began to believe they might actually hold the city. However, with the chaotic battle unfolding below, Zhao Xing ordered the ballistae to cease firing to avoid harming their allies.

General Zhao, observing the increasingly disadvantaged vine ghost army and the commanding wolf king who was leading the beasts in an orderly attack and defense, couldn’t help but praise, “What a strategy! What a brilliant commander! It must be heaven’s gift!”

With that, Zhao Xing raised his arm and shouted, “Soldiers, our blood will not be shed in vain! Divine forces have descended to help us kill the enemy. Follow me—attack!”

As the men on the walls fought with renewed vigor, Lin Shuishi felt as though his soul had detached from his body. Standing atop the main city, he gazed down from above, intently watching the surging, vast battle raging below the city walls.

Fuli transformed into his fiercest man-wolf form, using his left hand to block the giant axe while gripping the barbarian king’s arm with his right. With a powerful pull, he tore the barbarian king’s arm off, along with the vines that wrapped around it. However, there was no blood—just a sparse dripping of purple sap falling to the ground.

Seeing that the barbarian king was losing, already at the end of his strength, Lin Shuishi felt no relief. A string in his mind was tightly wound.

Something’s wrong, something’s very wrong!

Though the barbarian king was agile and looked normal, when his arm was torn off, he was still just a vine ghost—albeit a particularly strong and unique one!

Who? Who is behind all this?

Lin Shuishi’s pupils contracted as he shouted urgently toward Fuli, “Quick! Find the grand shaman!”

Even amidst the chaos of battle and the brutal fighting, no matter how far away, Fuli could still clearly distinguish Lin Shuishi’s voice. It was a voice etched into the heart of the beast.

Fuli resolved to quickly finish off the barbarian king, but as his claws tore open the vine armor on the king’s chest, the vine seed inside suddenly grew wildly. In the blink of an eye, the once massive barbarian king was drained dry, leaving the green vines, now tinged with purple, rapidly coiling toward Fuli!

As Lin Shuishi’s heart pounded in fear, his ears twitched, and a flash of golden light passed through his eyes—he heard a sound.

It was both muddled and clear, both hateful and joyful, both howling and muffled.

It sounded like life, yet also like death.

Amidst the dense green tide, he saw a pair of white hands drawing back a black arrow, with a red glow. Silently, the arrow floated effortlessly toward Fuli, who was now trapped by the vines.

The black arrow seemed almost sentient, moving leisurely through the fierce battlefield, as if smiling as it approached to partake in a grand, macabre feast.