Reincarnated As A Wolf With Cheats

Chapter 433 The Vice-Head [1]

Chapter 432: The Vice-Head [1]

'My eyes failed to track his movements…' Shin whispered to himself in disbelief. Despite his unwavering gaze, he hadn't blinked, yet the Head had vanished from his seat and materialized before Krone, swift as a shadow in the night.

'How fast…' He stood there, rendered speechless, unable to articulate the extraordinary swiftness demonstrated by the Head a second ago.

"Ple-"

'Please, forgive me,' desperate and unable to articulate his plea, Krone's voice reduced to a mere whisper. With a silent invocation, he reached out through the realms of telepathy, invading the recesses of his master's mind - Delka.

Regrettably, Delka remained ominously silent, paralyzed by his own fear and self-preservation.

Delka could not fathom risking his own life to save his subordinate. The overwhelming desire to see another day eclipsed any semblance of empathy or bravery within him.

The instinct for survival seized control, drowning out the faint whispers of duty and loyalty.

In the face of the dire situation, Delka chose the path of silence, retreating into a stoic and unyielding stillness. No words escaped his lips, nor did any indication of support or refusal emerge from his guarded countenance.

With no other recourse available, Krone found himself compelled to beg Nis, his former collaborator in the cruel mockery of Shin. Swallowing his pride, he turned to Nis, the very person he had once conspired with, and pleaded for assistance.

'Help me Nis!'

Yet, to Krone's dismay, a similar response awaited him from Nis. As he approached, Nis briefly raised his head, only to swiftly lower it again in a display of fear and trepidation.

Bound by their past transgressions, Nis remained trapped in the depths of his own fear, choosing silence as his shield against the uncertain consequences that lay ahead.

If Delka, crippled by fear, dared not offer aid, it was inevitable that Nis would follow suit. After all, he was quite arrogant because of his master.

Despite his valiant efforts to resist, Krone's resistance proved futile in the face of an insurmountable power differential. As an Elder with a modest level of 274, he stood no chance against the overwhelming might of the Head, whose level towered at an astonishing 898.

It was a stark reminder of the vast gap in strength, emphasizing the futility of any attempts to defy or withstand the raw power emanating from an opponent nearly four times his own level.

Confronted by the unflinching force and faced with the immense power of the Head, Krone's will to resist began to crumble like a fragile edifice on the brink of collapse.

The overwhelming magnitude of the impending attack from the Head threatened to extinguish any flicker of hope, leaving Krone on the precipice of surrender, resigned to the grim reality that survival seemed all but impossible in the face of such overwhelming adversity.

In a stunning turn of events, just as Krone teetered on the edge of despair, the Vice-Head, standing a mere ten meters away, vanished from sight in an instant. With unparalleled speed, he reappeared by the side of the Head, bridging the distance in the blink of an eye.

A radiant blue aura materialized, enveloping Krone in its ethereal embrace.

The radiant aura emanating from the Vice-Head's intervention disrupted the Head's intention to escalate the pressure on Krone. As the vibrant energy enveloped him, it acted as a formidable shield, pushing back against the Head's oppressive force.

A weighty, nerve-wracking voice resounded through the air, permeating the very essence of the elders' existence. Its intensity was such that it seemed capable of shaking their foundations to their core.

The question "What are you doing?" hung in the air, its ominous tone casting a spell of unease upon all who heard it.

The Head's piercing gaze remained fixed upon Krone, yet the words that escaped his lips were not intended for him. Instead, they were directed at the Vice-Head, whose presence had disrupted the course of events.

In response to the Head's inquiry, the Vice-Head's voice emerged, resolute and steadfast. Each word carried a weight that reverberated through the air, refusing to be overshadowed. His purpose became clear as he spoke, his stalwart aura persisting in its protective stance.

"Preventing you from getting more work. I can't let you kill an elder."

Krone's tense form gradually relaxed, a sense of relief washing over him. Though he kept his gaze lowered, acutely aware of the intense scrutiny fixed upon him, he discerned the comforting words that resonated through the air.

In the depths of his being, he recognized that it was the Vice-Head who had intervened to save him from his precarious plight.

Krone remained frozen in place, his body paralyzed by an overwhelming mix of fear and uncertainty. Every muscle in his being yearned to move, to break free from the invisible chains that bound him, yet he dared not take even the slightest step forward.

The unflinching gaze of the Head, fixated on Krone, abruptly shifted, pivoting with a calculated intensity to lock onto the Vice-Head. The exchange of glances spoke volumes.

While the Head reigned as the pinnacle of strength among the gathered elders, it was not to discount the power possessed by the Vice-Head. Standing resolute in his own right, his level soared to an impressive Lv. 866. The room quivered with an unspoken acknowledgment of the Vice-Head's formidable might, a force to be reckoned with in his own distinct way.

Despite the Head's undeniable dominance, a sense of equilibrium hung in the air, as if the clash between these two powerful entities had momentarily balanced the scales of power.

As Shin observed the Vice-Head's bold opposition to the Head's actions, a sense of astonishment washed over him.

Shin recognized the crucial role a Vice-Head played in maintaining balance and order within the hierarchy. The Vice-Head's composure and ability to quell the Head's escalating temper became strikingly evident, highlighting the need for such a stalwart presence in moments when the Head's emotions threatened to overwhelm.