Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"It looks like I haven't arrived too late." As Siria stood there, dumbfounded, numerous grips of Luxius's spell materialized beside Kael.

No, they didn't seem to be the "Grips of Luxius's Spell."

These spell grips looked even more solid than theirs, as real as any physical object, with even the textures clearly visible.

A Moon Blade, tugged by the Magic Silk Thread, instantaneously snapped back to Kael's side, and the next moment, a pale blue arm burst forth, sending a gust of wind and propelling the Moon Blade forward.

Under the enormous force, the sound of the Moon Blade slicing through the air swiftly changed from birds chirping to a snake's hiss.

A cold wind howled past, and three Two-headed Shadow Wolves that were hidden in the tree trunk fell abruptly, splitting the thick trunk in two.

Nasilia didn't even realize when they had lurked so close to her.

Soaked in a cold sweat, she wanted to say something to Kael, but he didn't pay her any attention and instead pulled the Magic Silk Thread and rushed towards the battlefield outside the forest, vaguely leaving behind a sentence:

"Just stay put, almost all the wild wolves around here have been killed off."

In the end, all she saw was Kael's receding figure, fostering a strong sense of security within her.

No wonder he's called Brother Kael! She praised in her heart.

At this rate, she felt she might become just as infatuated with Kael as those little fangirls and fanboys among the players.

"Jonathan." When Kael's voice came from the woods, Jonathan trembled slightly and immediately sent the Shadow Wolf Guard flying.

He hurled his pistol out, aiming directly at the Shadow Wolf King, before turning to look towards the direction from which Kael's voice had emanated.

"Lord Kael, why are you here? It's dangerous, just sending the Rangers would have been sufficient!"

"I am not someone who lets his knights fight at the front while I hide and merely point fingers from the rear." Kael stood by Jonathan, looking towards the Shadow Wolf King with a slight smile on his lips.

"I've waited quite a while, didn't expect to encounter it here, and it sure held out well." Kael had made ample arrangements within the Ranger Camp.

It's fair to say that if the Shadow Wolves really had planned an attack on the camp, they would have suffered unprecedented severe damage. Your journey continues with empire

Unfortunately, the Shadow Wolf King wasn't purely a beast; with its intelligence, it had more to consider.

But no matter, if the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain.

Initially, he had only intended to train some of these new apprentices, but unexpectedly ended up hooking a big fish instead.

"Grandpa White, stop that Wolf King." Kael squeezed out a chilling intent from his teeth.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"At your will." Old White emerged, drawing his longsword.

With the longsword in hand, he appeared completely different from the usual gentle, albeit slightly stern, old man; a chilling murderous intent permeated the air.

The nearby Two-headed Shadow Wolves, though lacking true consciousness and not under the Wolf King's control, instinctively whimpered and stepped back.

"Let's sound the horn for a counterattack here in advance!" Kael took out a fuse, lit it, and sent it flying into the air.

Kael took a deep breath, clearing his lungs; he felt as if he could hear the beating of his heart, slow and deliberate, marked by a clear rhythm.

Unsurprisingly, under such conditions, he became even more composed.

Without a doubt, this was enjoyment! He was reveling in the battle!

Indeed, he was smiling.

Although since arriving in this world, he had been led by the nose by threats from others for quite some time, he never complained about it.

Weaklings think about complaining. A true strong person should not only possess strength but also a resilient heart.

He felt it was, and indeed, it had always been!

"Although it's Grandpa White's strength that's keeping you in check, borrowed courage is still courage," he said as he looked at White, who was overflowing with a combative spirit, and laughed:

"Grandpa White, fight with me in the most dangerous places!"

"It is my honor to serve you." Old White accepted Kael's request with a smile.

Kael then turned to the knight beside him, saying, "Jonathan, I'll join the Housekeeper in holding back the Wolf King. In the meantime, you guys clear the remaining wolves.

In a few more minutes, the Rangers will also arrive, and that's when the real fight will start."

"But what about you? How will you manage to hold it back? Mr. White can't unleash his full strength in a Dungeon of this level; the World Will doesn't allow it!" Jonathan's voice sounded anxious.

"How to attract it? Quite simple, just like this." The tail suddenly swung forward, rigid at the tip, and snapped open, revealing tiny cute fangs, biting down on his own neck.

His gaze slightly scattered, he felt a warm liquid being slowly injected into his veins.

It was tingling and numbing, but simultaneously, it seemed as if the hidden strength within his body was being activated.

In a daze, he heard his own heart beating intensely.

"Want to release more power? Then unshackle yourself, break free from the cage that binds you."

It seemed someone whispered in his ear, yet when he calmed down to listen again, it felt like an illusion.

He opened his eyes, suppressing all extraneous thoughts, and those starry eyes now turned a soft pink, with a small heart emerging within.