Chapter 628: The Fall of the King of the Werewolves

“That’s it! I’ve told you everything I need to. That mortal who obtained part of my secrets is named Unos. He has assembled a fleet of escaped slaves in these seas. I hope you can deal with him to prevent these secrets from being exposed, so that those who seek to steal the powers of the Abyss won’t learn about them—otherwise, it would benefit the Abyss instead!”
About half an hour later, the once Storm Lord stopped speaking, exhausted, and gave his guest, the true god Donald, one final request.
“Unos? Don’t worry! Once the plan succeeds, I guarantee he won’t be able to leave this plane!”
Donald made a solemn promise. As he spoke, Bachard’s remaining soul slowly disappeared, leaving only his massive, dying body still stranded on the beach rocks.
Having gotten what he wanted, Donald didn’t waste much time feeling sorry for this once-powerful Storm Lord. Instead, he set off on his journey once more in secret.
As for King Yenogu of the Werewolves, after leaving his territory, he felt an inexplicable sense of dread but couldn’t find any reason or detect any ambushes or dangers. Thinking it was just nervousness from his previous failure, he entered the 421st Layer of the White Kingdom without looking back.
The King of the Ghouls was already waiting outside his castle.
“Dorison, why did you rush to call me? What’s the matter?”
The werewolf god, still in a bad mood due to his earlier nervous behavior, demanded an explanation from his servant rudely.
Dorison, acting like a polite steward from an ancient noble family, replied, “My lord, if it weren’t extremely important, your most loyal servant would not disturb you! I recently discovered a secret related to an ancient ruin of great significance. Please come to the castle to discuss it.”
Hearing this, Yenogu became immediately interested and followed Dorison into the Ghouls’ castle.
Once inside, Yenogu eagerly asked, “Dorison, what exactly have you discovered?”
The King of the Ghouls didn’t hold back and said straight away, “The ruins of an ancient demon king. I’ve found its altar. Perhaps we can use it to uncover the treasures of that great being. Even if we can’t gain his power, finding a divine artifact would already be a huge gain!”
As an immortal, Dorison’s speech was somewhat stiff, but its content hit right at Yenogu’s heart.

Having just lost one of its avatars and its only divine artifact, it urgently needed to strengthen itself. If it could inherit the power of an ancient demon and acquire one or two more divine artifacts, it would likely be able to break through its limitations and reach the peak strength of a lower god, even gaining the chance to avenge the destruction of its previous avatar and artifacts!
“Is what you say true?”
The Wolfman King still had doubts, but thinking that Dorisen was not one of those despicable demon creatures who wanted to hoard all benefits for themselves, but rather a serious and rigid immortal being, it was quite possible that it would offer benefits to him.
At this thought, Yenogu felt both delighted and excited, and quickly asked, “Where is it? Take me there now!”
“Great master, please follow me!”
The King of Ghouls bowed and led Yenogu deep into the castle.
After a short while, the two Abyssal Lords finally arrived outside a secret chamber deep within the Ghouls’ Castle.
The Wolfman King couldn’t wait to push the door open and rush in.
This secret chamber, hidden deep underground, was built to be extremely spacious and sturdy; even a true god like Yenogu wouldn’t feel cramped inside.
As soon as the Wolfman King entered, the first thing he saw was a magnificent, terrifying, and sinister altar in the center of the chamber.
A layer of bloodlight shrouded the black altar, covered with various cruel and horrifying carvings—truly in the style of an ancient demon.
Once convinced of the altar’s authenticity, greed blinded the Wolfman King’s mind. Instead of carefully testing its safety, he approached it directly and reached out to sense its power.
“This is the power of the Blood Domain—so evil and powerful!”
The moment he touched the altar and its bloodlight, the Wolfman God felt a vile and chaotic force laced with a strong scent of blood pouring into his body. This was a far more advanced power than what he already possessed. By drawing just a little, Yenogu immediately felt a slight improvement in his divine rank, which had remained stagnant for hundreds of years.
“Haha… It’s the free power lost by its master! You all belong to me now…”
Such easily obtained power naturally filled the Wolfman King with ecstasy!
He watched as the obsessed Yenogu continued to draw power from the altar, unaware that nearly half of his body was already filled with this foreign force, and that proportion kept rising.

King of the Ghouls, Doreson, was quietly watching Yenogu’s actions at the door. When that force filled at least 80% of Yenogu’s body, his power soared dramatically, bringing him close to the level of an ordinary mid-tier god. But then, that seemingly gentle force suddenly rebelled all at once. “What’s going on? No…” Realizing that the blood-red force had suddenly taken control of his entire body, even enveloping his divinity and soul, it was only then that the King of the Werewolves realized the severity of the situation. But it was already too late. Now, apart from being able to think and speak normally, he couldn’t use even a trace of his power. “Doreson, come and help me!” Struggling to turn his head, Yenogu begged his servant Doreson for help. Yet he saw that the King of the Ghouls didn’t obey his order to come to his aid but stood there quietly, his Soul Flame remaining unchanged as he watched him in trouble. “Doreson, you…” “Great King of the Undead, my master Oscar, please enjoy the sacrifice offered by your most loyal servant!” Under Yenogu’s incredulous gaze, the King of the Ghouls knelt on the ground and began to pray devoutly toward the altar. Hearing Doreson’s prayer, even the stupidest Yenogu could tell he had fallen into the other’s trap. Even Doreson’s submission had likely been part of that Undead King’s scheme all along. Realizing what kind of being the King of the Undead was and who he was fighting against, the King of the Werewolves fell into despair. But in that moment of despair, determination was sparked by his unwillingness and resentment. Yenogu decided to explode his divinity and perish together with his enemy. Yet Oscar was such a formidable figure that he had already unknowingly severed the connection between Yenogu and his divinity. Now completely desperate, Yenogu didn’t even have time to beg for mercy before his consciousness was swallowed by a massive wave, and his entire body was enveloped in blood-red light. This was all because the King of the Werewolves had been too careless, allowing foreign forces to invade his body, resulting in such a tragic outcome! Under normal circumstances, even though the King of the Undead now possessed the strength of a mid-tier god and was far stronger than Yenogu, he wouldn’t have been able to control him so easily. At the very least, Yenogu would still have had a chance to explode and prevent his enemy from gaining anything. Ultimately, it was all due to his excessive greed.

Within the blood-red light, a grayish-white glow gradually appeared. Before long, the werewolf god’s once vibrant body turned deathly pale, while an aura of decay and coldness unique to undead beings spread out. At that moment, “Yenogu” suddenly opened his terrifying eyes, which now only had white sclera, and spoke in a hoarse, deep voice, “Alright, I have taken over Yenogu’s body. Next, after fully absorbing his power, I will seize control of Layer 422. Then I can return to my peak status as a mid-tier god, with enough strength to confront those scummers, Oustasius and Grant, head-on! But first, I must retrieve my divine artifact from that despicable true god if I’m to regain control of Thanatos and ascend to the highest realm!” As he spoke, Oscar, now inhabiting Yenogu’s body, had a terrifying, dark red flame of a soul’s fire glowing in his eyes. Meanwhile, the King of Ghouls, Dorisen, said respectfully, “Yes, my lord. My men are ready to invade Yenogu’s domain, sacrifice all living beings, and fully occupy Layer 422!” … In the coastal areas near the Sea of Cursed Throats, there were hardly any signs of Yenogu’s werewolves, which greatly facilitated the actions of certain people. At that time, a damaged fleet was about to complete its coastal route and head back into the depths of the ocean. But just before setting sail, a lookout on the lead ship shouted loudly, “Target spotted! Target spotted…” Hearing this, the crew below immediately took action to inform the captain right away. In the captain’s cabin, a man with sun-tanned skin, dressed in a soiled noble warrior’s outfit adorned with numerous jewels and trinkets, was savoring a cup of sour, turbid wine from a gem-encrusted bronze cup. In this desolate sea, where supplies were extremely scarce and food was hard to come by, let alone luxuries like wine and snacks, gold, silver, and jewels—things that couldn’t be eaten or traded for food—became utterly useless waste. Yet even this inferior wine was savored with relish by this man; only a few people on the entire fleet could enjoy such drinks. “Enter!” Hearing the knock at the door, the man replied lazily without even moving his hand. “My lord! A runaway slave has been found outside!”

“Oh? Since that treacherous and greedy old wolf strengthened his guards, has another slave finally escaped to join us?” the man said with some interest. He leaped to his feet, and his previously lazy demeanor vanished entirely. Though of medium height and not particularly tall, he exuded a vigorous presence. “Let’s go! See the newcomer…”