Reborn as the Supreme Wolf King

Chapter 11

The Host Squad, clad in a silvery glow, made quick work of the goblin undead, cutting them down with ease. However, this alone didn't justify Agala's expenditure of spirit energy to cast his spells.

Soon, the members of the Host Squad realized that the undead they had felled were not truly dead. Instead, they quickly regenerated and rose again to attack. Even more troubling was the goblin warrior's corpse, which had advanced to a higher tier. It picked up its severed head, reattached it, and then used its mace to crush a Host Squad member who failed to dodge in time.

Seeing this, Host immediately ordered his five companions to take down the goblin warrior. He had confidence in these five; as his knight attendants, they all possessed the strength of apprentice swordsmen. Combined with his spirit energy aura, they were equivalent to first-tier superhumans.

As Host advanced closer to the shaman Agala, he enveloped himself in spirit armor and drew his longsword, charging at his opponent.

Host's combat style differed from that of fellow knights Kane and Marcus. Instead of using sword energy, he infused his spirit energy into his longsword, extending it at the last moment for a surprise attack. However, this tactic was ineffective against Agala, who could summon dark shields to block several of Host's strikes.

Seeing his attacks fail, Host retreated, dodging two black energy waves. He then retracted his spirit armor, channeling all his spirit energy into his longsword. A dazzling silver-white energy enveloped the sword as Host charged at Agala once more.

"Foolish," mocked the orc Agala, "to remove your spirit armor."

"Sometimes you must give to gain," Host replied, ignoring his opponent's taunts.

As they were about to clash, Host seized the moment, unleashing the energy from his sword. A massive silver-white sword energy appeared before Agala, shattering his dark shield and severing his right arm before continuing its trajectory until it dissipated against a thatched hut.

"My hand!" Agala cried, frantically casting healing spells on his severed limb. Host, now fatigued, warned, "Don't bother. My spirit energy is interfering with it. You won't reattach it."

Seeing the white energy lingering on his wound, Agala roared in frustration and threw his severed arm away. He then wildly fired black energy waves with his remaining hand, but in his rage, he couldn't hit Host, who easily dodged.

Amid Agala's frantic attacks, a sharp longsword suddenly pierced through his chest from behind. Coughing up blood, Agala struggled to see his attacker but was swiftly bisected from the chest by a concentrated burst of spirit energy.

In his final moments, Agala realized it was the human lord he had underestimated. "It was him..."

Consumed with hatred, Agala's consciousness faded into darkness. Meanwhile, Kane, the successful assassin, drove his longsword into the ground, gripping the hilt for support, utterly exhausted.

During Agala and Host's battle, Kane had suppressed his pain, forcing his mind into a state of calm and reverting from his werewolf form. To his surprise, Agala's earlier mental attack vanished with his transformation. Initially, Kane had endured not only the physical assault of the black energy but also its accompanying mental attack, which had prevented his wounds from healing and left him in agony.

Fully recovered, Kane hid in a pit, waiting for the right moment. When Agala's arm was severed, he emerged and stealthily approached the berserk shaman from behind, delivering the fatal blow.

Host was equally surprised by the audacious assassination. He only realized it was his nephew Kane when Agala's body split, revealing Kane's figure behind it. Rushing to support the collapsing Kane, Host remarked, "Who would've thought our young master Kane could take down a superhuman on his own."

Kane coughed, expressing his gratitude, "I couldn't have done it without your help, Uncle Host. Otherwise, I would've perished with Marcus and Catherine."

Nodding, Host then sternly said, "Next time, don't act so rashly. If I hadn't heard the explosion in the forest, you might have joined our ancestors."

"I'll be more careful in the future, Uncle Host," Kane apologized sincerely. Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Uncle Host, why are you here in our territory today?"

Host looked at Kane with a puzzled expression, "You didn't receive my letter?"

"No," Kane shook his head.

"The messenger must have been delayed. I'll explain. I came to bolster your authority. You're too young and just inherited this territory. Many won't obey you, but I'll help you subdue them. Secondly, I'm here to train your soldiers. Your father died too early, taking all the veterans to war and leaving you with inexperienced recruits."

Kane, relieved, said, "Uncle Host, your arrival is a great help. I've been struggling with these issues."

"Don't worry. Leave it to me."

As the two talked, they left the battlefield together.

Meanwhile, with Agala's death, all his spells ceased, including the undead goblins. Their bodies, no longer sustained by magic, reverted to lifeless corpses.

Seeing the goblin corpses remain still, the Host Squad members were relieved. If the fight had continued, their dwindling stamina would have led to their demise at the hands of the undead goblins.