Wizard Immortal

Chapter 526 Wolf Howl

"That Crimson King Beast has undergone another transformation."

In the dead of night, the faint sound of conversation could be heard.

Standing in a dark and cramped room, looking at Sirulia in front of her, Tarina frowned and said.

"This should be a good thing for you, but it's a bit problematic that it's happening at this juncture."

Hearing Tarina's words, Sirulia frowned, thinking about the consequences of this matter.

To some extent, the more times a Crimson King Beast undergoes transformation, the greater its potential.

This was originally a good thing, since the greater the potential of that Crimson King Beast, the higher it could be cultivated to in the future.

However, the fact that this transformation is happening now presents some problems.

A grand drama is about to begin, but at this crucial moment, the lack of a key player could lead to unexpected and numerous setbacks.

"Let's see how things go."

Tarina frowned and said, "If all else fails, we'll use the contingency plan: instead of starting at the Kumas Arena, we'll begin directly at the Royal Palace."

"That's all we can do." Sirria nodded gently, with a hint of a sigh.

Days passed by without a moment's rest.

To the relief of many, Adir's transformation did not take long, lasting only a little over a month.

As the cocoon of light gradually disappeared and Adir's form emerged from it, even Prince Irida, who had been stationed at the Kumas Colosseum, was alarmed.

"Sixth rank! And at the peak of the sixth rank."

Gazing at Adir's rapidly growing form, feeling the powerful soul force deep within Adir's body, and that soul imprint, Irida was both surprised and delighted, feeling as if she had been hit by a giant cake.

Sixth rank, that level is already considered very, very strong.

Among the many kingdoms, those below the fifth rank are rare, but not considered decisive power; only the fifth rank can be considered top-tier. The sixth rank, on the other hand, represents the formidable power possessed only by a powerful ruler.

Many powerful kingdoms that dominate an entire state probably have kings who are only at this level. Even in the Kingdom of Kuma, where powerful figures abound, a sixth-tier contracted beast is enough to rank in the top ten.

Not to mention, this is not an ordinary sixth rank, but the peak level of the sixth rank.

This naturally excited Irida, who immediately turned to Carlo beside her: "Have you found any trace of Ire?"

"We've found it." Looking at Prince Ilida and sensing the aura emanating from Adir beside him, Carlo felt a mix of emotions, but he still bowed and said, "Someone has discovered the aura of the Winged Terror Bird King in a desolate valley north of Kuma City. It should be Ire and his group."

"The King of the Winged Terror Birds." Irida nodded upon hearing Carlo's words.

As a former prince of Yarian, Ire's contracted beast was a fifth-tier Winged Terror Bird King, which had fought on the battlefield and left a deep impression on Prince Ire.

"You must personally take action and find them as soon as possible, and bring Ire and Seria back."

He said, "Only by capturing them and breaking the bloodline contract on them can this Crimson King Beast truly belong to us."

"Yes!" Carlo nodded.

"I know a little about your family's affairs." Standing there, looking at Carlo in front of her, Irida thought for a moment and then spoke again: "This time, if we can capture Ire and Seria, this Crimson King Beast will certainly belong to the royal family, but I can decide to hand over the Winged Terror Bird King on Ire's body to you."

"A fifth-tier Winged Terror Bird King, although not as powerful as this Crimson King Beast, is still enough to satisfy your family."

Upon hearing this, Carlo was initially taken aback, seemingly not expecting Irida to say such a thing, before his expression brightened with ecstasy: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Hmm." Looking at Carlo's expression, Irida smiled and nodded, saying, "Let's go."

They slowly walked away, choosing not to linger there.

Behind him, after they left, Adir slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes, a faint red light flickered, like the most dazzling star shining brightly.

This transformation was, of course, something he had planned out. Even the timing of its completion was perfect, timed precisely to prepare for the major events to come.

Gently rising to his feet and shaking his body, Adir discovered that many changes had occurred within him.

After digesting the bloodlines of the Alien Demon and some other calamity beasts, his body also acquired some characteristics of the calamity beasts under the influence of these bloodlines.

For example, on his scales, the original crimson patterns have been replaced with some black patterns, somewhat similar to the bloodline mark of the alien demon.

And on his forehead, without anyone noticing, a black horn had appeared, which looked very beautiful, like crystal, reflecting a faint light under the illumination.

As for his size, it has increased dramatically from the original ten meters to more than twenty meters, and from a distance, it looks as heavy and majestic as a high mountain.

"Just you wait..."

Gazing at the distant sky and sensing the surging power around him, Adir closed his eyes, seemingly falling into a deep slumber.

The days passed quickly while we waited.

In the darkness, standing quietly on a high platform, Tarina gazed into the distance, seemingly lost in thought, her whole being appearing somewhat dazed.

In the distant palace, Irida and others were attending a banquet. The entire palace stretched for thousands of meters and was illuminated by bright lights, making it as bright as day.

"What are you thinking about?"

Behind her, Sirria, holding a wine glass, quietly walked to Tarina's side, looking like a stranger offering a greeting.

"You've come..." Tarina turned around, looking at Sylvia in front of her, before snapping out of her daze: "Did you sense it?"

She pointed to the distant sky and firmament, and her expression suddenly became somewhat complicated, as if she had just remembered something.

Following her direction, Sirulia looked ahead.

In the deep night, faint black mist was rising and spreading, like the most evil and eerie thing, slowly spreading across the earth.

Whether it was a trick of the eye or not, in the deep fog of the night, Sirulia seemed to see a pair of crimson eyes.

"The Demon Wolf God, Yariandora..."

Beside her, Taryn's murmured voice drifted over: "Legend has it that He is the most greedy demon god, who devours millions of lives with every open mouth, and whose every blink marks the fall of an empire..."

"He will revive once every thousand years of slumber, and each revival signifies the coming of a great calamity of darkness."

"Could it be..." Sylvia frowned, her expression changing slightly.

"Yes..." Tarina sighed softly, "The day when Ariandora is resurrected... is not far off..."

"Before us lies one of His descendants, a Demon Wolf King born with the blood of the Demon Wolf God..."

Ugh!

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge wolf howl erupted in the distance, attracting everyone's attention.

In the distance, under the horrified gazes of countless people, the once bright moonlight began to be obscured. In the far, endless land, a gigantic demonic shadow began to descend, accompanied by a deafening wolf howl.

(End of this chapter)