Chapter 817 Ancient Hatred



Meanwhile, somewhere inside the Werewolf territory.

Scouring through the sky was two dots of different color, and those dots belongs to none other than the Executor and Elder Deawulf that has been fighting for days ever since their encounter.

It was a bloody fight, Elder Deawulf suffered grievous injuries throughout the battle.

Under the full extent of the Executor's power that has been fully awakened, he was not a match and could only stall for time for the other Werewolves to evacuate and hide before the Executor finds them.

Like two stars falling in the sky, the two clash repeatedly with extreme speed.

Conflicting shockwaves that blasted and reached their malice to the surroundings were created with each clashing strike, and the sky has been completely torn apart thanks to their devastating battle.

Half of the approaching Storm Moon can't be seen anymore.

Abysmal crack in the void of the sky has grown to the point of covering half of the moon, and the effect is evident as the night becomes even darker, yet the battle keeps on continuing without a pause.

Crash!

Elder Deawulf landed on the ground with a crack before looking up.

Gritting his sharp fangs while glaring at the Executor that seems to be unfazed, flying in the sky arrogantly, his body exploded with energy before he jump straight at the Executor once again with full malice.

Swoosh!

In response to this, the Executor also descends down to confront Elder Deawulf.

"Moon Ability, Moonlight Shock!"

"Dark Chaos Magic, Energy Annulment!"

KABOOM!

A massive explosion lit up the entire broken sky with a mix of vibrant colors of an explosion, forming a destructive circle of destruction that seemed to pull all of the energy around inwards before blowing it away in the following second.

Such propelling force is massive, decimating anything it touches.

Coughing a mouthful of blood as his body got riddled with more grievous wounds, too severe for untrained eyes, Elder Deawulf got slammed back down and crashes into a building before creating a crater on the ground.

Due to their obnoxious fight, the two ended up in the heart of the Werewolf territory.

Elder Deawulf hits the castle of the Werewolf King and destroyed it completely, he wanted to stand back up yet his body was not listening and lets him fall to his knees again, "Rarggh! His crippling presence is a problem..." he grunted in pain.

It was supposed to be easier to fight the Executor with the current state of the world.

But the Elder that wanted to dismiss the innate fear inflicted in his blood by the ancient humans was eventually defeated thanks to the Executor's presence, the Crippling Wicked Grasp that zapped him of most of his powers.

Rex has also experienced this, and he was in difficulty because of that too.

Crash!

"As strong as you are now, fifthborn, you're not going to defeat all of us. *Cough* The First Breath is coming, and the others would be waking up soon. Even if you also awaken your brothers, the outcome will be different this time, the Supernaturals will prevail over humans!" Elder Deawulf announced pridefully.

Seeing that the Executor is silent, Elder Deawulf paused as he realized something.

Just then a smirk appeared on his face, he can read through the Executor's demeanor clearly, "You... You're not planning to awaken your brothers, aren't you? Fifthborn, aren't you getting too arrogant in this new era?"

"I don't need them to take out the likes of you, this era is MY era" the Executor replied.

Responding to his violent declaration, the aura around him surges and spikes his power to a higher degree, trembling the entire ground around them in the quake of his unmeasured might dwelling inside of him.

But instead of being intimidated, Elder Deawulf laughed while still kneeling on the ground.

Looking at the Executor's face right now makes him unable to hold back his laughter, the sight was hilarious to him, "If that's the case, then you will definitely not win this war. When the others awakened, you'll be mauled to the ground! Also, the Supreme Being is not here anymore"

"Cardoc Mirza is not here anymore" he added with a daunting smile, joking with death itself.

Upon hearing this the Executor's eyes bulged wide open as he heard the Supreme name being uttered by a lowly Supernatural, "How dare a lowly Werewolf like you uttered the Supreme name! Say that again, and I'll shred your soul into pieces!! RARGGH!!"

Out of anger, the Executor blitzes through the distance and grabs Elder Deawulf by the neck.

Each five of his claws closed around Elder Deawulf's neck as he hoisted him from the ground easily, his red eyes glowed with unbridled rage, and just the mention of the Supreme name was enough to send the Executor into a fit of anger.

Since Elder Deawulf has been wounded beyond measure, he couldn't do anything.

The wounds he suffered across his body were so bad that his regenerative ability, despite being stronger than the modern Werewolves by a notch was exhausted, the damage he was inflicted with is beyond measure.

If it was any other regular Werewolves, they would've died a while ago.

"Don't wave around father's name easily, he is a man of greatness. Mind your place!"

Crack!

Controlled by anger, the Executor tighten the grip around Elder Deawulf's neck as he couldn't believe the audacity of this measly Werewolf to actually mention the holy name that not even the humans dared to say lightly.

Something like this is punishable by an eternity of extreme torture or erasure of existence.

Anybody that mentioned the holy name without reverence would not be eligible for the cycle of reincarnation and the mercy of death, they would be bound to the mortal world and suffer the consequences for the remaining of time.

But instead of being threatened, Elder Deawulf's eyes flashed wickedly.

Out of nowhere, signs of life started to come back to his eyes and his blood burned with rage when he heard what the Executor said. "Man of greatness? Is that really a nickname for a man who slaughtered surrendered enemies? When my people surrendered and admit the humans' rule, wanting to live in peace, that man instructed to slaughter us all!"

"That day, more than 5 million of my people died! Do you remember that?!" 

"Do you remember that onslaught, fifthborn?! Of course, you do, you were there!" he added.

With each word that came out of his mouth, his tone becomes higher and higher. Inexplicable emotions fueled those words, the bloody day that takes a huge portion of the Werewolf population out flashed inside his mind.

It was horrendous, the stuff of nightmare, his brethren was tricked and killed.

Every single detail, Elder Deawulf remembered.

The corpses that lay that day, the scent those corpses emitted, the blood that dyed the ground, the laughter and excitement of the ancient humans as they slaughtered, he remembered it all.

As the anger inside of him increases, his energy rejuvenated once again.

Grabbing the Executor's arm with both hands, pushing it with a trembling struggle, Elder Deawulf then added with a threatening tone, "I swear upon the Origin that I will always remember, and I will repay you all without fail. All of the sins of the Ancient Humans that breathed the air that day in Verdon did..."

"Will be paid equally to the humans in this era!" he added fiercely.

BOOM!!

Like a torrent of raging energy, Elder Deawulf howled to the sky as his body exploded with power. Even the Executor got knocked back by this sudden outburst, the anger keeps on making him stronger.

Wanting to end Elder Deawulf right now, the Executor channeled his arcane mana.

"Ultimate Chaos Spell, Undulation of Chaos!"

Swoosh!

But instead of clashing with the Executor heads on again, Elder Deawulf quickly gathered his remaining energy to the palm of his hand before he points it at the ground in front of him. In the following second, he blasted his energy into the ground.

Upon seeing this, the Executor frowns as he doesn't know what Elder Deawulf is doing.

Ignoring what Elder Deawulf is doing, the Executor picked up his pace as he decided to end this once and for all before he could focus on hunting the remaining of the Werewolf race that he decides to be the ones to die.

With full power, the Executor then swung his arm powerfully.

Splash!

The Executor managed to tear a hole in Elder Deawulf's stomach, rampaging sharp energy moving in an undulating manner shot from his fist and managed to reach Elder Deawulf and causing him to cough a disturbing amount of blood.

Despite the pain, the smile on Elder Deawulf's name didn't disappear at the very least.

Looking up with a maniacal smirk, he then said, "Let's see you fight him now, fifthborn! Even you wouldn't find it easy fighting the Storm Prince. No matter what, Werewolves will keep on living!"

As he heard this, the Executor looks down before a shot of energy blasts from the ground.

Stepping away from that sudden blast, he screeched through the ground behind him for quite some distance before he tilts his head up to look at the sky. The Storm Moon has arrived, and there are numerous runes made of energy appearing in the sky.

Upon looking at this, the Executor can feel the divine energy inside the runes.

"Father's power is diminishing, so they were trying to shatter the seal a strong Supernatural to have a natural advantage during the First Breath? And it's also the Storm Prince, tch!" the Executor clicked his tongue in displeasure.

But as he thought of that, an energy beam came from the Storm Moon itself.

Swoosh!

Out of nowhere, claws made of Storm Moon energy grasped onto his limbs tightly and kept him in place. It was strong enough that the Executor was not able to break free with his raw strength.

In response to this, he for once activated his Chaos element and coated his entire body.

The Executor glared at the claws wrapping around his limbs and casted Energy Annulment once again, yet this time the claws made of Storm Moon energy were dissipated and he managed to break free.

As the seal started to break down even more, the Executor decided to leave for now.

'Seems like I miscalculated picking the Royal Black Prince...' 

Elder Deawulf was thrilled that it seemed like the Executor was about to make a getaway out of fear, but his expression showed something else entirely. The Executor doesn't seem to be running away out of fear, there must have been another factor making him decide to escape.

What the Executor is thinking was unknown as he dashed away to leave the place.

Just as he was trying to run away, a daunting voice, boomed through the air with powerful authority that could not be ignored, filled with undeniable might and strength, "Moon Ability, Judgement of the Storm..."

As the voice chanted that, the sky swirled around the Storm Moon in the sky.

Emerging in the center is a bluish dot that started to become bigger and bigger, it stopped when it reaches the peak before a beam of energy shot towards the Executor. It was quite a horrifying sight.

Swirling around the beam of energy were the storm clouds as well as lightning-like energy.

It travels faster than any attack that modern day can produce, and even the Executor knows that he wouldn't be able to flee with how fast the beam of energy is coming straight at him from above.

Amplified by the Storm Moon's presence, the beam of energy is juiced up with power.

The Executor has a look of hesitation on his face as he stopped and turns to face the incoming beam of energy, he then raises both of his hands and conjure Chaos arcane mana to block the incoming attack.

But in a fraction of a second, another layer of energy appeared above his arcane mana.

On top of that, the veins around his eyes started to be tainted with the color black. Everything happened in less than a fraction of a second, and when the beam of energy hits, an even bigger explosion is created, bigger than the size of a nuke's explosion.

KABOOM!!