Reincarnated As A Wolf With Cheats

Chapter 445 Inner Turmoil [1]

Chapter 444: Inner Turmoil [1]

Elder Ros, driven by his insatiable curiosity, had gone to extreme lengths to ascertain the true identity of the enigmatic figure known as Shin, rumored to be the Legendary Wolf God.

He subjected Shin to unimaginable traumas, exposing him to a barrage of dark and haunting visions, hoping to shatter the barriers of his mind and extract the knowledge he sought. Through psychological torment, physical pain, and the manipulation of dark energies, Elder Ros aimed to break Shin's spirit and reveal the secrets that lay dormant within him.

Yet, despite his relentless efforts and cruel intentions, the experiment neared the brink of failure. The enigmatic depths of Shin's memories remained elusive, like an impenetrable fortress safeguarding his true identity and origins. No matter the extent of Elder Ros's torment, Shin's past remained shrouded, refusing to yield to the elder's relentless pursuit.

It was a humbling and frustrating realization for Elder Ros, whose grand ambitions and insidious plans were met with an unexpected resistance.

Having exhausted his arsenal of mental torment, Elder Ros shifted his focus to the physical realm, recognizing the potential that resided within Shin's body. Despite the failure to extract Shin's memories, the elder saw an opportunity to exploit the young wolf's latent power for his own selfish ends.

As he delved deeper into his experiments, Elder Ros marveled at the paradoxical nature of Shin's existence. A mere pup in the grand scheme of things, yet possessing an astonishing level of power that surpassed even seasoned warriors. Despite Shin's youth and lack of formal training within the esteemed ranks of the heavenly wolf family, his raw strength and abilities defied logic.

Shin's untamed potential and untapped strength made him a rare and exotic creature in Elder Ros's eyes. The fact that Shin had achieved such remarkable prowess as a solitary wolf of the wild only deepened the mystery and allure surrounding his existence.

Elder Ros, consumed by his insatiable thirst for power, regarded Shin as a valuable specimen, a key ingredient to unlock the potential of a mysterious and coveted artifact. "He would make a good specimen, a good ingredient for THAT item!" he constantly muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement.

Amidst the raging battle outside, Elder Ros maintained an unsettling calmness, a facade of confidence that stemmed from his belief in the eventual victory of his own faction. He observed the chaos unfold with a sense of assurance, convinced that his side held the upper hand and would emerge triumphant.

However, unbeknownst to him, the battle was far from a simple affair. War is a complex tapestry of uncertainties, where the outcomes are often shrouded in unpredictability. The delicate balance between life and death hung precariously, a high-stakes gamble with no guaranteed winners.

Elder Ros's unwavering composure proved to be a false sense of security when the underground chamber he had taken refuge in began to tremble and crumble under the relentless pressure and vibrations generated by the ongoing conflict.

In that moment, the realization dawned upon Elder Ros that his calm demeanor had been a foolish illusion. The chaos of war had infiltrated even the sanctuary he had constructed, exposing the fragility of his carefully constructed plans.

"Heavenly Roar!" With an open mouth stretched wide like a gaping abyss, one of the elders unleashed a primal roar that echoed through the battlefield. The sheer force and intensity of the soundwave were nothing short of cataclysmic.

As the deafening roar reverberated through the air, its sonic impact crashed upon the intruders like an invisible tsunami. The unsuspecting foes were caught off guard, their eardrums instantly damaged by the raw power of the sound. The intense vibrations ripped through their bodies, causing excruciating pain and disorientation.

Stunned and disoriented, the intruders were forcefully propelled backward, their bodies hurled through the air like ragdolls caught in a tempest. The sheer magnitude of the sonic assault launched them back, sending them hurtling a staggering distance of at least a hundred meters. They crashed violently onto the unforgiving ground, their bodies battered and bloodied, their ears bleeding profusely from the devastating impact of the heavenly roar.

The remaining elders of the Heavenly Wolf family rallied their strength and unleashed their formidable skills to counter the merciless barrage of the intruders. Each elder possessed unique abilities honed through years of training and experience.

Arcane energies crackled in the air as spells were cast, powerful martial techniques were executed with precision, and elemental forces were summoned to defend their ancestral domain.

However, the Shadow Wolf tribe, masters of stealth and cunning, proved to be elusive adversaries. Like shadows themselves, they effortlessly dodged the oncoming attacks, their movements fluid and unpredictable.

Their mastery of stealth and evasion made it challenging for the Heavenly Wolf elders to land a solid blow. It was a relentless game of cat and mouse, with the intruders slipping through the grasps of their pursuers, forcing the elders to adapt and find new strategies to counter their slippery foes.

With each dodge, the Shadow Wolf tribe pushed the Heavenly Wolf elders to their limits. The intruders exploited every opportunity, striking back with lethal precision whenever the elders showed a momentary vulnerability.

*BOOM*

With a chilling laugh that echoed through the chaotic battlefield, the high-ranking member of the Shadow Wolf Clan unleashed a malevolent command.

"Massacre! Kill everyone!" his voice rang out, dripping with sadistic delight. It was evident that he held a position of authority within the Shadow Wolf Clan, perhaps even equivalent to an elder among their ranks.

His words sent a shiver down the spines of both friend and foe. The command acted as a catalyst, further fueling the frenzy of the Shadow Wolf Clan warriors. They descended upon their enemies with ruthless efficiency, their attacks executed with deadly precision.

"You!" Orso, an elder of the heavenly wolf family, arrived at the harrowing scene where innocent civilians were ensnared in the suffocating grip of shadows. Their desperate cries for help filled the air, their bodies sinking deeper into the ominous abyss beneath them, as if the shadows themselves had turned into quicksand.

With a resolute determination burning in his eyes, Orso stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. His body was enveloped in a vibrant yellow aura, radiating a sense of unwavering resolve and protection.

"Release them!" Orso's voice thundered, echoing through the battlefield, as he unleashed the full force of his power.