Ultimate Supreme Soldier King

Chapter 1670 1665: Dean's Dilemma

Long Lan's icy gaze swept over her mercilessly."Kuang Chao, don't try to point fingers at me. I know what I'm supposed to do!"

"As for him, he still doesn't have what it takes to kill me!"

"And after using that move just now, he's already half a cripple. He won't pose any obstacle to our plan."

Long Lan continued, no one knew whether she was trying to convince herself or Kuang Chao.

But cowed by Long Lan's pressure, Kuang Chao, though inwardly displeased, didn't dare force any more words out.

However, she'd already made up her mind that once they got back, she would ruthlessly complain about Ghost Lan in front of the Shura King!

As for whether Su Chen was really crippled, probably only Long Lan and Su Chen knew.

Very quickly, Dean Wolf King, who had been standing dumbfounded on the side watching the show, went from spectator to part of the cast.

"Hand over the corpse, or die."

...

Night passed in a rush, and the 'Moylande Castle' that had stood for hundreds of years was razed to the ground.

From the state of the scene, the possibility that a weapon of mass destruction was used could not be ruled out.

The residents of 'Bedford Town' also heard the 'deafening' explosion last night…

This was the next day's news report.

But the residents of 'Bedford Town' who were interviewed all wore utterly baffled expressions.

Because they were already used to the howling of wolves on full-moon nights, many residents had long since formed the habit of wearing earplugs whenever the moon was full.

Very few residents had actually heard the sound coming from 'Moylande Castle' last night.

Most of them were outside tourists, and their statements weren't enough to serve as evidence.

The disappearance of 'Moylande Castle' unexpectedly became a cold case for the moment. The surrounding countries blamed each other, but none showed any desire to escalate into full-scale conflict…

Dean felt extremely unlucky.

The corporeal body of the Father God had been stolen, and he himself had been beaten to serious injury.

But he had brought back a human.

If it weren't for the fact that this human still showed faint signs of life, Dean would have thrown him away long ago.

Sitting by the family's lakeside, Dean recalled what had happened that night.

Those two men and women from the East were simply terrifying.

Not just Su Chen's punch. After Su Chen passed out, Dean had a duel with Long Lan.

It was that fight that shattered Dean's understanding.

They were both at the Human King Realm.

But even after taking Su Chen's ultimate punch that surpassed the Human King Realm—

Long Lan had only been injured, nothing more.

And in that condition, when she grappled with Dean over the Wolf God's corporeal body, the strength she showed was actually no less than that of an uninjured High Rank Human King!

Dean had been beaten into fear.

If Long Lan hadn't held back at the end and spared his life, giving him a chance to live—

he'd probably already be a corpse.

And Long Lan's condition for sparing him wasn't anything else, but that he take Su Chen back and nurse him.

This was exactly what puzzled him.

This man had already unleashed a sure-kill move to kill that woman.

So why did that woman choose to spare him?

Still, Dean kept his word.

Dragging his mangled body, he brought Su Chen back.

Dean was very clear that when he brought Su Chen back, Su Chen was on the verge of death. Never mind the severed meridians, there were barely any intact bones left.

But in the blink of an eye, only seven days had passed.

When the clan's physicians examined Su Chen again, they found that Su Chen's injuries were already more than seventy to eighty percent healed.

That wasn't some simple trauma.

His meridians were completely severed, and most of his bones were comminuted fractures.

With injuries of that extent, forget recovering.

Many people wouldn't even survive.

They had thought Su Chen was just blessed with an absurdly large life.

But who could have imagined that those injuries on Su Chen that looked utterly impossible to recover from would completely heal in such a short time.

The Werewolves' recovery ability ranked among the very top in the Dark World.

They were also famous for their wild combat style, disregarding all costs.

But battle injuries at Su Chen's level were extremely rare.

As for actually recovering from them, Su Chen was definitely the first person Dean had ever heard of.

A few fanatical physicians in the clan even wanted to dissect Su Chen to see what species he was.

Because in their view, there was no way a normal human could possess such terrifying healing ability.

In self-regeneration and recovery, only the Bloodline could claim to be the authority.

Because of all the Werewolf Clan experts who had taken part in the Middle Ages war, there were basically no surviving old monsters left.

But among the Bloodline, such beings were everywhere.

Although most of them had fallen into slumber, they were still alive.

That was something the Werewolves simply couldn't compare to.

Dean stared gloomily out over the lake.

The loss of the Wolf God's corporeal body made him deeply blame himself. Although it didn't go so far as to greatly diminish his prestige within the clan—

the betrayal of the Johnson Clan had dealt a heavy blow to the Werewolves.

As the acting Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan, it was a matter of course that Dean would become Clan Leader. It was just a question of a transitional period.

But this accident directly affected whether he had the ability to lead the family, to lead the entire Werewolf Clan to glory.

For now, though, it was just small-scale discussion.

After all, the Werewolf Clan's High Priest held Dean in high regard.

This had already been evident even before the previous Wolf King passed away.

But as for why exactly, no one really knew.

The Wolf God Possession talent—right now, in the entire Werewolf Clan, other than Dean, you probably couldn't find a second person with it.

This was also why the High Priest was firmly convinced that Dean was the best successor, the one who would revive the Werewolf Clan!

The Holy War of the Middle Ages had inflicted heavy losses on all sides.

But if you really compared them, the side that suffered the most was probably the Werewolf Clan.

The Werewolves' high-end combat strength was almost completely wiped out; never mind the Wolf King Level powerhouses.

Just the Wolf Emperors, who were even stronger than Wolf Kings—the Werewolf Clan lost nine of them back then!

That was just the ones who died in battle; the rest were beyond counting.

In the Bloodline, although many powerhouses were wounded and fell into slumber—

they were only asleep. They would still have a day when they woke again.

As for the Bright Church—

their clashes with the Dark Camp creatures had also cost them dearly.

But for the Bright Church, cultivating a person was far easier than it was for the Werewolf Clan or the Bloodline.

Because the root of the Bright Church's power came from 'faith'. As long as faith was firm enough, one could gain a continuous supply of power from belief.

The backbone of the Bright Church's strength came from their 'Holy Artifacts'.

As long as the Holy Artifacts weren't lost, even if the 'Divine Warrior' wielding one died, the Church could quickly select a qualified successor to inherit the artifact and keep fighting.

That was how the Bright Church had been able to continuously suppress the Werewolf Clan, the Bloodline, and all sorts of dark creatures back then.

For example, say each side had twenty top experts.

Once a top expert from the Dark Camp died, they were dead for good.

But the Bright Church's top experts were practically mass-producible.

As long as the Holy Artifacts were intact, no matter how many people died, there would always be qualified successors filling the ranks. Terrifying or not?