Sister, can I be the scabbard too?

The real world.

Lin Yuan, disguised as Camus with a red rope, continuously used his love and compassion to influence the stray dogs at Suzhou University.

[You have redeemed Big White (Tier 1), who was possessed by the Chaos Werewolf. Your physical attributes have increased by 26%, and your SAN value has increased by 35.]

[You have redeemed Sang Biao (Tier 1), who was possessed by a Chaos Werewolf. Your Spirit Power +16%, SAN Value +45]

[For...]

And these dogs, moved by his kindness, all had incredibly clear eyes, squatting beside him, obediently sticking out their tongues.

At this moment, Lin Yuan is their king!

"Compared to smoking, this method of improving strength is much faster!!!"

Lin Yuan couldn't help but admire.

The neatly dressed senior student, Black Moon, squatted down next to her, dumbfounded.

Although the domineering spirit of these stray dogs on the roadside has disappeared.

but……

The domineering will within Lin Yuan filled this gap!

Seeing Lin Yuan crowned as the Dog King, Senior Sister Hei Yue's cheeks unconsciously flushed red.

It wasn't a shy blush, but a warm, reddish hue.

Damn it, I was definitely not dreaming just now, this guy was spanking me!

"However, if it's him... he could very well become the king of the dog clan."

.........

On the other side, in the world of ashes.

Requiem and Old Man Stan stood together, facing the Chaos werewolves as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The werewolf chieftain sneered, "Alright, you foolish vampires, it's time to go! Hahaha—smack!"

The werewolf chieftain was laughing when suddenly a crisp sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, his face contorted as if he had been slapped hard, and the wolf was sent flying backward in a spiral, rolling several meters on the ground before coming to a stop.

This wasn't the end of it; he hadn't even sat up yet.

Then another slap came.

One, two, three

clap clap clap!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The werewolf leader howled in agony under the slaps, repeatedly trying to sit up only to be knocked down again, struggling in agony.

Stan's dad: ? ? ?

Requiem: ? ? ?

Wait, what's wrong with this guy all of a sudden?

Is this performance art?

"You bastard, stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Who is it? Who's hitting me?!"

The werewolf leader suddenly looked up at the sky, staring at a place only he could see, his eyes widening in disbelief:

"Wait, it's you? How come it's you? Camus! Did you hit me?"

He recognized the man; it was "Camus, the Chaos Cultist"!

He is a master manipulator of people's hearts and power, hiding behind the scenes. In the entire Ash World, no more than one hand knows his true identity.

The werewolf leader had to admit defeat after being defeated by him.

But the problem is...

This is the guy who sent his werewolf clan to ambush the vampires!

You sent us to ambush the vampires.

And then you come over and slap me?

Do you fucking eat fried dough?

"You bastard, why? Why are you doing this to me?"

The werewolf leader covered his face and roared angrily.

But Camus in the sky, or rather, Lin Yuan wearing the Camus mask, naturally couldn't hear his voice.

Lin Yuan remained silent, only continuing to slap his palms.

The werewolf leader was sent flying backward time and time again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Stop hitting me, fucking stop hitting me—slap!"

"You're humiliating me—slap!"

"I'm not made of dough—smack!"

"If you keep going, I'm going to unleash my ultimate move—*smack*!"

"Guh, can we make peace? — Clap clap clap!"

Meanwhile, Requiem and Stan watched from the sidelines, completely bewildered.

After all, neither of them could see Lin Yuan.

"Stan, do you know what happened?"

Requiem asked, holding an umbrella.

"Oh, my Lady Chief, judging from this situation, they must have been... betrayed by the Chaos Cult."

Stan shrugged.

"Backstab?" Requiem frowned, then looked at the wolf queen leader, puzzled:

"But they were just stray dogs raised by the Chaos Cult. Once they were no longer useful, they were kicked to death. How could it be considered backstabbing?"

"Um, Miss..." Old Man Stan said somewhat awkwardly.

"What's wrong?"

"Hey, next time you're going to make sarcastic remarks, don't use the full microphone." Old Man Stan was sweating profusely.

Originally, the werewolf clan was already hesitant to act due to their chieftain's inexplicable state and was preparing to retreat.

A single sarcastic remark in the Requiem may not matter.

The werewolves instantly went wild, ignoring their leader, and charged forward with a roar.

"Awoo~ Who are you calling a roadside idiot?"

"Damn bat, prepare to taste death!"

"You filthy wretch, today I'll turn you into canned bats!"

"How dare you use dark magic against my boss! You deserve to die!"

After being emboldened by the mockery buff, these wolves have gone completely insane.

His skin rotted instantly, and white worms crawled out of the wounds, turning into tentacles that flew back and forth.

Some worms even broke through the werewolves' eyelids and directly devoured their pupils, becoming their eye organs.

Even Requiem and Stan felt the pressure from such a disastrous situation.

The two took a step back, and rose-shaped magic circles appeared beneath their feet, preparing to unleash blood magic in a final desperate fight.

Seeing his excited companions, the werewolf leader smiled with satisfaction.

"No matter how Camus humiliates me, today, you filthy beggar bats are doomed—slap!"

The conflict, which has lasted for countless years, has made the hatred between the two races irreconcilable.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been used by the Chaos Cult without even considering it!

Watching his tribesmen rush off, the werewolf leader's face broke into a happy smile.

He could already see Requiem and Old Man Stan torn to pieces.

"Hahaha! My mission is complete—hmm?"

The werewolf leader laughed wildly, but his laughter abruptly stopped once again.

But then, Camus, the Chaos Cultist floating in the sky, suddenly lost interest in him and looked at the other werewolves instead.

Snapped!

clap clap!

clap clap clap!

With a swift stroke, the knife fell; with a swift stroke, the knife fell; without even blinking!

The werewolves who rushed toward Requiem and Stan were slapped away one by one.

Then, like him, they hunched over and curled up like shrimp.

"Wait, wait, this, this is..." The werewolf leader stared blankly at the scene, not daring to believe what he was seeing.

"Boss! Ouch, that hurts—smack!" One of them turned to look at him.

"No, stop hitting me! My power... I feel my power draining away..." Another werewolf covered his face and knelt down.

"Waaaaah, help me—slap!" Another werewolf cried out in anguish.

Seeing their state, the werewolf leader belatedly realized what was happening.

He found himself unable to utilize the extraordinary power within his body.

He looked down and saw that his body was engulfed in flames.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp pain that touched his very soul.

His people, however, had already been reduced to ashes one by one in the raging fire.

"No, no, no, why, why are you doing this to us!"

"We've already surrendered, we've even given you the primal power of our race, why are you treating us like this!"

The werewolf leader held his head in his hands, staring at "Camus" in the sky, his eyes bloodshot.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

This is blatant betrayal.

It was the Chaos Cult that betrayed the entire werewolf race!

But there's no reason for it.

He had personally handed the werewolf leash to the Chaos Cult.

If the werewolf clan devours the vampires, they will gain even greater power and become better tools for the Chaos Cult.

In this situation, why would they betray themselves?

Wait, could it be that...

The werewolf leader's eyes widened in surprise: "I see, so that's how it is!"

The werewolf leader stood up, pointed at Requiem and Stan, and burst into maniacal laughter:

"Hahaha, very good, very good! I understand now! It was all your conspiracy!"

"You conspired with him all along! This is a trap you set! On the surface, this plan is to make us devour you, but in reality, you want to take this opportunity to wipe out my werewolf clan!"

"Requiem, you seem to know nothing, but in reality, you've already planned everything! How laughable, how laughable that I was deceived by you..."

"Huh? Me?" Requiem pointed at herself, confused, then looked at Stan: "Dad, am I that amazing?"

Stan's dad: ...

I have a feeling that these stupid wolves' thinking is heading in some inexplicable direction.

The werewolf leader clenched his fists: "But, you despicable vampires, although we, the Northern Clan, have lost, we will never let you have your way."

"You want to take away our fundamental power? Dream on!"

"Children! Hear my command, commit suicide and return to heaven! We will never allow the Chaos Cult and the Vampires to devour our very essence!"

Having said that, he let out a wolf howl first: "Awooo!"

The other werewolves, seeing his appearance, also howled.

Soon, the howling of wolves began to fill the air.

"not good!"

Old Man Stan quickly used blood magic to create several blood shields, which he placed around himself and Requiem.

The next instant, these arrogant wolves, who thought they were being manipulated by Chaos, chose to self-destruct.

In the instant of their self-destruction, they also uttered their final curse with their souls—

"By the very power of the entire Northern Wolf Clan, I curse the Chaos Cultist Camus, that he may never meet a peaceful end!"

Mr. Camus, who was hiding behind the scenes, must be smiling happily when he finds out about this!

After all, they were cursing Mr. Camus; what does it have to do with Lord Lin Yuan?