Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

The vanguard troops of the Demon Tribe achieved tremendous success, which was undoubtedly exciting and thrilling news for the Demon Tribe’s Strategic Command Center. When the news reached Legas’s ears, he maintained a composed demeanor, but there was indeed a trace of a smile on his face.

Legas was in a good mood, or rather, a very good mood. The initial victory in the invasion of the African Continent set a promising start for the subsequent battles!

Of course, under such circumstances, news of certain members of the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons failing their missions and perishing wouldn’t attract too much attention—after all, when has any action been guaranteed 100% success?

Unfortunately, Legas’s good mood did not last long...

...

”What? What did you say?”

When he heard the news reported by his subordinates, Legas’s eyes widened with disbelief.

Reluctantly, Legas’s adjutant repeated the message.

”A member of the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons sighted the soul pet of Sequence Number 2 in Africa, and all four squad members sent there failed their mission. We suspect Sequence Number 2 might currently be on the African Continent.”

This time, the adjutant spoke clearly, and Legas understood perfectly.

”Damn! It’s Sequence Number 2 again! That bastard! Never goes away!”

First the Battle Zone India, now the Battle Zone Africa.

Indeed, there is a complicated connection between Wen Yu and Legas...

Legas slammed his fist on the table, shattering the sturdy desk with a heavy blow!

”Investigate! I want it investigated! You have three days to find out where Sequence Number 2 exactly is!”

”Yes, my Lord.”

The adjutant left to carry out the orders.

Soon, in less than a day’s time, the adjutant returned to Legas’s office with detailed intelligence.

”My Lord, it has been confirmed that Sequence Number 2 is currently indeed on the African Continent.”

”Where?”

Legas asked with a sullen expression.

Seeing Legas’s expression, the adjutant hesitantly uttered a word...

”Throughout Africa!”

Legas was taken aback.

”His speed is too fast. Currently, Sequence Number 2 is rampaging across various parts of Africa, slaughtering our troops, with his primary targets being the vanguard troops... In just one day yesterday, more than ten members of the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons died at the hands of Sequence Number 2...”

Legas was left speechless.

Considerately, the adjutant summarized for Legas: ”My Lord, should we perhaps temporarily halt the vanguard troops’ operations? The Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons is difficult to cultivate, and the loss of three seed members would make it hard for you to answer to that Lord.”

”Bang!”

The newly replaced table once again fell victim to Legas’s wrath.

...

Though enraged, Legas had no immediate solution to deal with Wen Yu—he couldn’t reach Earth himself, and given Sequence Number 2’s power, it’s hard to find a Demon Tribe powerful expert of Level 5 capable of countering him. Wen Yu was a thorn stuck in the Battle Zone Africa, leaving Legas puzzled on how to respond.

Each field has its specialization—Legas excels in combat, not tactical command...

Just as Legas was getting overwhelmed, detailed intelligence on Wen Yu’s skills was already laid out before him. After Wen Yu’s aggressive actions in the Battle Zone India, the Demon Tribe surely had no reason not to grasp the details about him.

Originally, information at Level 5 was not something Legas cared about, but with things having reached this point, Legas had no choice but to review it.

As he irritably flipped through Wen Yu’s file, the casual look on Legas’s face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.

”Soul Battlefield? Soul Master? Are you sure?”

”Yes, my Lord.”

The adjutant answered confidently.

There was a flicker of inscrutable light in Legas’s eyes, followed by a nod as he waved his hand dismissively to the adjutant: ”You may go; I have other matters to attend to.”

After the adjutant respectfully left, Legas reviewed Wen Yu’s information once more before his figure gradually faded until it vanished.

...

As a Level 11 transcendent powerful expert in the Demon Tribe, the entire Demon Realm held no secrets for Legas.

The moment he saw Wen Yu’s skills, Legas immediately connected the dots to many things, such as the Demon Lord’s system of powers...

The Demon Lord holds the highest position in the Demon Tribe, and the resemblance between Sequence Number 2 and the Demon Lord’s system prompted Legas to have concerns, wary of any unknown connection between them.

To someone like Legas, a martial artist, it is more straightforward and effective to ask directly rather than rely on speculation. While others might not see the Demon Lord, Legas certainly has the privilege.

Legas emerged from the Demon Palace looking refreshed; his conversation with the Demon Lord had gone smoothly. Regarding Sequence Number 2, the Demon Lord had only one thing to say: ”You handle it yourselves!”

Does this imply that Sequence Number 2 has no relation to the Demon Lord?

With this in mind, Legas moved effortlessly, returning to the Command Center within a few steps.

”Attendants!”

”My Lord.”

The adjutant appeared before Legas once more.

”Instruct the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons and the three seed members to hold their actions. Await my next command, and also, find Demon Spirit and have him support me with another Soul Abiogenetic Creation!”

”Yes, my Lord.”

The adjutant left to fulfill the orders, leaving Legas expressionlessly seated in the command room, casually reviewing Wen Yu’s dossier, where his gaze lingered on the Soul Battlefield skill for a long time.

After a while, Legas chuckled lightly: ”Soul Battlefield, huh? Quite impressive, but in this world, there’s no such thing as an absolutely invincible ability...”

...

”Bang!”

”Bang!”

With two consecutive gunshots, the building in front was mercilessly blasted and demolished by Mad Medley, as a black silhouette flew out from the rubble, swiftly vanishing into the distant horizon.

Catching the energy response in the air, Wen Yu transformed his body into a streak of black light, appearing miles away in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the ancient demon beside him in utter despair, Wen Yu lashed out with a kick, instantly slicing the ancient demon in half with immense force. Then, with his right hand, Mad Medley stabbed directly into the ancient demon’s gaping mouth like a sharp sword.

”Boom!”

Bran matter splattered.

Expressionlessly, Wen Yu retracted Mad Medley and glanced at the instrument on his wrist, resembling a wristwatch.

On the display screen, a stream of intelligence flowed down like a torrential downpour.

”Coordinate XXX.XXX, detected high-level ability response, initially estimated as Limit Breakthrough Level demon fiend.”

”Coordinate XXX.XXX, detected a large demon fiend cluster, identified as the Soot Skin Demon Fiend, average Level 5, over 300,000 in number.”

One piece of intelligence after another emerged from the Earth Community’s Intelligence Division, relayed through the device on Wen Yu’s wrist, providing him with comprehensive intelligence and logistical support.

”Latest updates: Codename Blaze for Bone Demon spawn has lost its specific coordinates.”

”Latest updates: Codename Black Light, lost specific location...”

”Latest updates: Demon Realm’s Gate experiencing disturbances, fewer demon fiends issued, initially judged as Sequence Number 2’s intelligence already compromised.”

Upon seeing these updates, a smile finally emerged on Wen Yu’s face.

”The primary objective is nearly achieved, yet there’s still a long way to go...”

After a simple review of the challenges he faced yesterday, Wen Yu immediately shifted his action strategy.

To obtain that ”strongest mutant life form,” Wen Yu was destined to join the battle. Furthermore, to ensure the Earth Community’s strategic nuclear strike happens later, Wen Yu must first delay the strategic nuclear launch.

Thus, preventing the Demon Tribe’s invasion and slowing their control over the African Continent became Wen Yu’s foremost goal for now.

How to delay?

By mercilessly striking down the Demon Tribe powerful expert, obliterating large troop formations of the Demon Tribe, and brazenly declaring his presence to instill fear in the Demon Tribe!

Of course, Wen Yu alone was far from making the Demon Tribe abandon an entire battle zone’s strategy, but his actual intention wasn’t to save the African Continent but to ensure it holds out for just over twenty days!

After retrieving Soul Pet No. 6, the state of the battle on the African Continent would cease to concern Wen Yu any longer!