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

Kael's mind games hit right on target.

It is said that what you never forget will surely have a response.

But whether that response is filled with love or a death trap woven by Kael with threads of love, it's hard to say.

Does it hurt your heart? If it does, then that's right.

When the Shadow Wolf King tried to save another Two-headed Shadow Wolf, Kael once again used the Magic Silk Thread to entangle its body amidst its chaotic steps.

"Despicable! Can you upright apes not fight honorably!?" the Wolf King roared in anger, but it knew the Human couldn't understand.

"Does it matter if we can or can't? Who cares?" Kael coldly replied.

The Shadow Wolf King was stunned for a moment. It had just been venting its rage thoughtlessly, not expecting a reply from Kael.

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It didn't know there was a spell called Language Comprehension.

It only felt that since these guys could communicate, why didn't they try to communicate and instead launched a fatal attack directly?

Hmm, whether it was the one to attack first or not... does it matter? What matters is that too many of its trusted aides had died!

But in that instant of hesitation, Kael did not use Luxius' Skull Shattering Gauntlet to pull the Magic Silk Thread and wound it, but suddenly pulled himself toward the direction of the Wolf King.

Quick! Quick! Quick!

At a velocity nearly invisible to the players, Kael, wielding the Moon Blade, instantly advanced. The Wolf King wanted to dodge directly, but met those pink eyes emitting demonic seduction.

For a moment, it thought of the first she-wolf it had... but unfortunately, that she-wolf was later corrupted by the Senior Wolf King.

No! What am I thinking!

The Shadow Wolf King snapped back to reality, but it was too late. Kael changed his direction lightning-fast, passing by the side of its head and swiftly retreating.

A deep gash ran through one of the Wolf King's eyes, making it howl in heart-wrenching pain.

True or false, false or true, Wolf King, you didn't think I was here to play support, did you... your flesh, your power?

Kael opened his mouth, his tongue gently brushing his small canines. At this moment, he indeed resembled an Incubus.

The next moment, the cold and ruthless spell strike closed in again.

With its vision momentarily impaired, it let out an ear-splitting roar, seemingly trying to scare off Old White.

But Old White's sword had no emotions, only a thirst for slaughter.

This strike felt entirely different. The Shadow Wolf King couldn't tell where exactly he targeted, and the Black Flame on its body couldn't concentrate in one place, leaving it unable to avoid or escape.

It only heard the sound of flesh being torn apart, the flickering sword light illuminating the darkness, with spell power thicker than blood pouring down. In an instant, flesh was scattered, and a Shadow Wolf Guard fell to the ground, its blood splattering and staining its fur.

"Humans—"

The Dark Night Wolf King howled, addressing Humans for the first time without calling them upright apes. The burning Black Flame once again mended its wounds.

It let out a near-despairing roar, not because it was gravely injured, but because everything it valued was being taken by these terrifying upright apes.

They were the future of their wolf pack, cubs it had nurtured for years.

And now, everything was gone!

"King! King!"

The clouds that had obscured the moonlight unbeknownst to them had scattered; clear moonlight shone upon the land.

Suddenly, the sound of a charge echoed from afar, ringing through the forest and waking up the already restless night.

The crisp and continuous sound of hoofbeats kept rising. The wolf pack turned towards the source of the sound, discovering Rangers holding torches charging in their direction.

"Everyone, on alert—"

Several leading Rangers shouted, and the Rangers following behind them scattered, forming a charging formation.

The surge of thousands of people created a stifling sense of shock, and the wolf pack began to panic.

The Wolf King felt waves of death's shadow from the thunderous hoofbeats of the charge; it started to curse its own lack of foresight.

It shouldn't have confined itself here for the sake of avenging a group of weaklings, affecting the entire wolf pack's attack plan.

Following the Rangers was another group of Rangers, facing off against a group of shadows from a distance.

That was part of the wolf pack it had dispatched, but not the entirety.

Evidently, there was a breakdown in communication among the wolf pack.

Only a portion of the wolf pack realized that the Rangers had left the territory they had been occupying, heading in the direction of the Wolf King.

A significant portion of them might still be staring dazedly at the still-warm campfires in an empty camp...

Leading the charge, Dan held his breath, making the following Rangers understand one thing: they needed to concentrate their forces and break through these wolves.

The only thing required was waiting for their captain's order.

"All troops—" Dan shouted, "scatter!!!"

The Rangers, initially charging like an arrowhead, suddenly dispersed, revealing a group of players behind them.

This group consisted mainly of spell swordsmen, all holding wooden short spears. Their levels weren't high, making it difficult to harm the wolf pack.

But they had their own ideas, such as pouring all their spell power into the short spears in their hands, disregarding everything else, just to cause the maximum damage in the shortest time.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Short wooden spears shot into the air like meteors, descending like raindrops with the force of their fall.

Spell power was a relatively common force but differed from normal magic; it had a strong corrosive nature.

This was a profession specially selected by Humans in the past to pierce the skin of other large species that were difficult to injure.

Though most of these players were Lv1, the spell power infused was not an illusion.

The storm of spell-covered short spears ignited the grassy area where the wolf pack stood.

The crimson spell power spread, forming a special scarlet field.

Dan's Patrol Team had already rendezvoused with Jonathan's Steel Teeth Team. The two groups split into 10 Extermination Teams, each consisting of 10 to 13 members.

The number of players was even higher. The number of players who had been wandering the Dungeon for a long time had exceeded 30,000.

Though due to time constraints, only about six hundred players could keep up, once the numbers reached a certain level, the peculiar reaction between spell powers occurred.

Most of the time, numbers meant strength, bricks flying large!

The colliding spell powers merged within a small range, sticking to the wolves like viscous liquid.

Although it didn't harm the wolves immediately, visibly, the special Protection-enhanced fur began to flicker, and the Magic Radiance was corroded at an observable rate.

"Hit and run, don't get close to the wolves!" someone in the players' ranks shouted.

If anyone had paid close attention to what this group of players was riding on, they would have smiled knowingly.