Final Lord

Chapter 268 Wolf King's Guard
The moment the two swords clashed for the second time, Wei Yi suddenly withdrew her right-hand sword. In the reflection of Hank's suddenly contracting pupils, the girl actually pulled out a bronze heavy shield engraved with a wolf head emblem from her storage space. At the same time, she gracefully raised her neck and offered her most vulnerable throat to Hank's sword!

"clang--!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal made the chains vibrate and tremble. Hank's seemingly inevitable killing move struck an ancient rock, the recoil traveling up his arm and instantly numbing his entire right arm.

What chilled him to the bone was that Wei Yi's neck gleamed with a bronze-like metallic luster under the sword's edge. It wasn't the aura of a defensive spell, but an absolute defense from the level of rules!
"This is..." Hank's whisper was cut short when the wolf-headed shield suddenly erupted with a blinding crimson light. The dormant wolf eyes on the shield snapped open, and a visible shockwave exploded in a ring, sending him flying more than ten meters away. His mink cloak was torn to shreds in the shockwave, and the Hydra rings groaned under the strain.

"Epic treasure! You have an epic treasure too!"

With Hank's shocked shout, two hundred crimson beams of light shot into the sky around Wei Yi. When the light faded, two hundred werewolf warriors now stood on the once barren, scorched earth. Their bodies were covered in moonlight-like silvery-white fur, their sharp claws had carved deep furrows in the ground, and their amber-colored beastly eyes burned with an indomitable fighting spirit.

These werewolves, who suddenly appeared, maintained a tight battle formation, as if they had been waiting there for a long time.

Hank wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his gilded riding boots plowed two deep furrows in the humus before he regained his balance.

His gaze was fixed on the bronze shield that was losing its luster, his eyes filled with both greed and fear.

He could sense that the surging blood energy emanating from the werewolf guards was resonating with the shield, forming a visible energy link. This meant that each werewolf was an extension of the shield's power and a barrier protecting the wielder's life.

He couldn't do anything to Wei Yi until he killed the werewolves.

Wolf King's Guard

Extraordinary Level 1

Attributes:
Health: 180
Attack: 25
Defense: 20
Speed: 12
Special skill:

Tearful Claws: Inflicts 1 stack of Bleed on hit. Bleed: Loses X health per second and reduces Bleed by 1 stack. X is the number of Bleed stacks.

Guardian Wolf King: Takes damage for the holder of the Werewolf King's Shield.

Vengeful Wolf Spirit: For each fallen ally, attack +1, defense +1, speed +0.1. This skill can be active a maximum of 100 times.

Moonlight Power: Increases all attributes by 20% during nighttime battles; increases to 50% during a full moon.

Soldiers at the edge of the battlefield gasped in horror. They watched helplessly as the situation reversed in the blink of an eye, and the seemingly frail girl in white was now surrounded by two hundred extraordinary werewolves.

After a long silence and bloody battle, Wei Yi finally spoke. Her voice was cold as frost, yet it carried a hint of mocking pity.

“You should be glad—” She tilted her head slightly, her long, snow-white hair fluttering in the wind, her emerald pupils reflecting Hank’s slightly disheveled figure, “It’s not nighttime now.”

A cold smile curved her lips, as if announcing a predetermined ending.

“But it’s enough,” she said softly, her voice chillingly calm. “This is the funeral I’ve carefully prepared for you; I hope you like it.”

Before the words were even finished, the wolf pack suddenly attacked!
"Ouch——!"

Two hundred wolf king guards roared to the sky in unison, their deafening howls tearing through the battlefield's clamor. Their pupils turned crimson in an instant, their muscular bodies swelled, and their sharp claws gleamed with a cold light, like long-starved beasts finally smelling blood.

The next second, the wolf pack surged towards Hank like a tidal wave! — Under the rules of the War Shackles, Wei Yi and Hank should have been in an absolute 1v1 duel, with no external attack able to interfere with this duel. However, these werewolves were not "external reinforcements," but rather "auxiliary units" summoned by Wei Yi through the [Werewolf King Shield]. Their existence was itself a part of her power.

Therefore, they could tear Hank's flesh and blood with impunity, while Hank's ranged units could only watch helplessly as their commander was trapped in a desperate situation, unable to provide any support.

Hank's pupils contracted sharply, and the black mist longsword in his hand trembled violently, the distorted human face on the blade emitting a shrill scream. He roared, sweeping the sword horizontally, unleashing three different area-of-effect attacks in quick succession—

"The Dark Erosion Tide!"

"Soul Devouring Slash!"

"Abyssal tremor!"

The black mist swept across the battlefield like a raging tide, and the terrifying power of the sixth level of the extraordinary realm instantly crushed dozens of wolf king guards. Their bodies were torn to pieces in the sword light, and blood and bone fragments flew everywhere.

However, the deaths of these werewolves were only the beginning.

The special ability of 【Revengeful Wolf Spirit】 has taken effect—with each fallen ally, the remaining werewolves become even more ferocious! Their muscles swell further, their fur gleams with a metallic sheen, and their scarlet pupils burn with an almost insane killing intent.

Attack and defense attributes have exceeded 120 points, and speed has soared to 22 points!
Hank was initially able to hold on thanks to his superior attributes, but as the werewolves grew stronger, his situation became increasingly difficult. His sword remained sharp, and the black mist continued to churn, but each swing felt like striking steel, the recoil making his hands numb.

In the end, the wolf pack had completely overwhelmed him.

His mink cloak was torn to shreds, his gilded armor was covered in claw marks, and blood dripped down his arms, pooling into a dark red puddle on the ground. His breathing became heavy, his movements slowed, and each parry seemed inadequate.

Even more tragically, because of the shackles of war, he was unable to escape even though he knew he was no match for the enemy!
This once confident commander, who thought victory was assured, finally realized that the duel he had initiated had become his own dead end.

"General Hank!"

A hoarse roar tore through the battlefield, and Wei Yi suddenly turned around, her pupils contracting sharply.

—The Silver Thorn Knight, who should have been trapped on the isolated island, broke through the blockade like a torrent of steel and rushed towards her!

Her gaze sharpened, and she instantly saw through the clues.

Those elite cavalrymen actually paved the way with their own flesh and blood, throwing the corpses of their comrades into the deep pit, and forcibly filling in a blood-stained passage!

Warhorses trampled over the mangled bodies of their comrades, their iron hooves crushing broken bones, the splattered blood gleaming like shattered diamonds in the morning light. Their armor was covered in fungal hyphae and rotting flesh, yet their faces beneath their helmets remained unwavering, as if death were nothing more than a trivial stumbling block on their path to victory.

This fearless and resolute determination moved Wei Yi slightly.

“Truly… an admirable will.” She murmured softly, her snow-white eyelashes trembling in the wind.

however--

(End of this chapter)