The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

~BROOSH BROOOSH~

Giant pillars of light fell from the sky under the attention of countless watching eyes. It was truly a grand sight.

The light pillars landed in various areas of the Spirity Bailiwick, but at the end of every pillar was a figure.

These people were clearly the owners of the names on the Spirity Tablet. In the vicinity of the scaled pool.

Many pillars of light also descended from the sky, falling upon Ezra Zephyr, Zulfi Dimitry, Shifa Pista and many more of Bloodfang's martial masters.

Skoll and Hati however, were stuck outside the light pillars.

Hati growled let out a low howl of dissatisfaction and slammed into one of the light pillars twice, but the latter did not budge at all.

Ezra was not surprised, he grasped the reason. "Looks like Martial Animals were not allowed to obtain the greatest blessing of the Spirity Bailiwick, and did not even have the right to enter." He said to him.

The prince then realised Argus was not chosen by the tablet, a look of disappointment masked his face.

"Skoll, Hati, wait here for me," Ezra said, ignoring the regretful face of Argus Woska.

Hati gloomily lay down, displaying a dispirited and downcast look. While Skoll was not bothered at all.

Baron regretfully said, "What a pity. If these two could tag along, it would be a huge aid."

Fenrir's sons' battle power was not to be underestimated. Didn't everyone see how even Rolo Aur had been injured by it?

After lingering in regret for a while, Baron lifted his head, face now filled with excitement as he stared at the Spirity tower in the sky. He knew that the most intense battle would soon begin.

"Is the final act about to start?"

Everything before this was merely akin to little squabbles. Now was the real deal.

Under such a situation, even John Stark's pale face was now slightly glowed with energy. His sharp eyes were similarly filled with excitement and anticipation.

Ezra looked to the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at the pillar of light around him. A sharp force surged as his five fingers clenched tightly.

"Victor, Salom and Rolo. It is time to settle the debt between us. No one can save you now!" A wicked grin emerged on his face.

In the Spirity Bailiwick, the 391 pillars grew increasingly dazzling as a rising upward force emerged. The 391 figures slowly began to rise towards the platform before the Spirity tower.

Countless geniuses in the Spirity Bailiwick could only watch the slowly rising 391 figures in envy.

"What a pity to have lost the chance to fight for the greatest blessing."

"*Sigh*, my skills were lacking."

"At least we're lucky enough to personally witness the battle. I wonder who will be the one who will ultimately reach the top?"

"It will likely be Upper realm invaders and Salom Uqually"

"Fair Sword has a good chance too. He is exceedingly powerful, and even survived against Rolo's gang."

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"Don't forget Ezra Zephyr. He was the one who forced Salom and Rolo to join hands, and his strength definitely stands above the crowd. I wonder if we will be able to see his dazzling power today?"

"Heh heh, truly a battle of the titans. Since we are not fated to be a part of it, we'll just have to play our part as the audience. At least this trip wasn't in vain."

"..."

Countless regretful whispers rang out in every corner of the Spirity Bailiwick.

pαndα`noνɐ1~сoМ Under countless watching eyes, 391 figures moved up along the pillar, eventually landing on the giant platform of light.

The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom, Ezra Zephyr stepped onto the glowing platform, the feeling below his feet as solid as the ground below.

His gaze swept across the area. All 391 figures stood on the giant platform, a guarded look in their eyes when they met eyes with one another.

Ezra's gaze soon stopped nearby where a beautiful figure stood. Her pretty face seemed to make the other shine with even greater beauty, drawing the attention of several gazes.

It was obviously Farrie Holaleth.

"Hey, handsome!" Farrie hurriedly waved at him.

Upon hearing her voice, Baron cast his gaze over, a faint smile appearing on her aloof face when he saw his princess, he was aware that Farrie was chosen but still the happiness in his eyes was solid.

Another figure calmly walked over, towards Ezra.

"You are finally here?" said the next djinn, Xyr.

"No, I'm not. You blind fucker." Ezra retorted as he continued. "You faced Carlo Aur and survived. Not bad, you somehow managed to make it up here."

Xyr replied in a raspy voice, "I can't be that bad, right?"

He did not mind because he knew that Ezra was strong. However, his eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "Are you prepared to die?"

Ezra understood that Xyr was referring to the fact that Rolo Aur and the rest will gang up on him. He immediately shook her head. "No, but I am ready to kill"

Xyr smiled at the foolishness of the former.

"Don't look down on the man called Carlo Aur. In fact, you may not be able to put up a real fight if he's serious!" Xyr warned.

At that very moment, some figures gathered around Ezra, the prince looked at them and questioned. "You want to gang up on me too?"

"No, we want to team up." Answered the Fair Sword.

Ezra turned his eyes to others. The battle maniac Dwarf Akkar, the youngest prince of Stripe Beast Kingdom Leomord, the enchanter of Elfpatria Farrie. The 4 apex geniuses were in front of him.

"There are three big forces here, one belongs to Rolo Aur, the other one is Victor Brownmane and the third is yours," John said.

Ezra asked, "How many Bloodfang martial masters are chosen?"

Theor Galearm quickly respond before Zulfi could utter. "87, your majesty."

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