Chapter 225: Blood Eagle

"AHHH!... CHIEF HELP ME!" the wolf man cried out as I raised him high in the air with my right hand.

"Let me go!... PLEASE!" The man's body was squirming, and his legs were kicking in the air, trying to escape from my grasp.

"Shut up!" I snarled, tightening my grip, and making the man scream in pain. Then, with no hesitation, I summoned my golden talon and rammed it through the wolf's stomach.

"GAHHHH!!!" A scream of agony echoed around as I grabbed his spine and pulled out his intestines.

"You know, I don't like people messing with my children, even more so when they try to kill them."

"HAHHH!!!... SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" The wolf man screamed, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of pain.

"HELP?! No one will help you. Now, it's time for you to die." With that, I pulled his entire spine out of his body along with his head and threw it to the side. All froze in shock, unable to move or make sense of what was happening.

"Ahh~... this is fun."

The wolf man I just killed was the commander of the party that ambushed my kids. From the memories I saw that he could have simply ordered the capture of the scouts, but no, he ordered his men to torture my kids and hunt them like pigs.

"Now it's your turn." My gaze shifted from the dead body to one of the nine wolves kneeling before me.

"S-spare me," the man begged, his body was trembling, and his voice was shaky.

"Why should I?" I asked, my eyes narrowed.

"I-I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what? For almost killing my daughter, or for ripping the arm and the leg off my kid?" I asked again, and when the man didn't answer, I continued, "Either way, you must die, as slowly."

"Noo!" They tried to escape from me but failed. All of them were bound using thin blood threads.

"Let's see, how should I kill you?" I took a moment to think. There were many ways to kill a person, but I wanted to make it a slow death and have some fun. After all, they deserve it.

"Oh!... I got an idea."

Summoning a table from blood, I dropped the wolf man on top of it, flipping him over on his stomach and restraining him. The other eight men and the entire tribe were watching, their faces pale, and their eyes filled with horror.

"Now, let's get started." With a smirk, I crafted, using my blood magic, four hooks with chains and a one-handed scythe, and I made sure that the blade was long but dull to maximize the pain.

"HELP ME!" The man yelled, his body struggling against the restraints, trying to escape.

SLAP!

I slapped his ass hard, leaving a big red handprint.

"Keep quiet," I roared, covering his mouth with blood threads, and silencing him. "You should be happy. You're the first person in this world that will experience a great historical ritual."

"Now, let's begin."

The dull scythe blade came down, and with a sickening sound, it sunk into his flesh, in the nape of his neck. Slowly, the blade traveled down his back, slicing the skin and muscle.

"HMMM!!"

The man's body was shaking, and his muffled screams could be heard from beneath the blood thread. His back was opened, revealing the spinal cord, and the muscles and nerves around it.

"Nice." I took a moment to admire my work, the raw, exposed flesh glistening under the sunlight. The scent of blood filled the air, thick and metallic, causing the gathered crowd to recoil in horror. The wolves knelt in terrified silence, their bodies trembling as they bore witness to a punishment so severe that it would be spoken of for generations.

"HMM!"

The man on the table convulsed, his body wracked with silent screams beneath the blood threads covering his mouth. His eyes bulged with agony as I drove the first hook into his ribcage, the sickening crunch of bone breaking beneath my force reverberating through the air. He jerked violently, his body arching against the restraints, but there was no escape.

"Shhh," I whispered mockingly, my voice a cruel lullaby. "It'll all be over soon."

The second hook went in, followed by the third and fourth, each one tearing through flesh and muscle, locking his ribs in place. His body shook like a fish out of the water, his eyes rolling back as his consciousness flickered on the edge of oblivion. But I wouldn't allow him that mercy.

"Oh no, stay with me now," I purred, summoning a thin, precise blade using my blood magic. "We're making history here."

With delicate precision, I began separating each rib from his spine, peeling them back like the wings of a grotesque butterfly. The sound of snapping cartilage and tearing sinew was music to my ears.

By the time the last rib was stretched outward, forming the crude imitation of an eagle's wings, the man was barely clinging to life. His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation a wet, gurgling struggle as blood pooled in his throat. I stepped back to admire my masterpiece, my hands drenched in crimson, my golden talons glistening with the remnants of his life.

"..."

The crowd was deathly silent, their faces twisted in sheer horror. Some had turned away, unable to stomach the sight before them. Others were frozen in place, their bodies paralyzed by the realization of their inevitable fate.

"Behold." Using my magic, I raised the mutilated body above the ground, spreading the bloody eagle wings wide, and making sure everyone could see it.

"This is the fate of those who harm my children."

"KNEEL!" I roared, my voice echoing throughout the tribe. "Or suffer the same fate."

The effect was instantaneous. The gathered wolves fell to their knees, prostrating themselves before me. Some were weeping openly, their bodies wracked with sobs. Others were silently shaking, their minds reeling from the sight before them. My bloodlust was satiated, and my rage calmed. All that remained was a cold, dark satisfaction.

I thought about dealing with the remaining eight wolves in the same way or impaling them from the ass to the mouth using a wooden spike. But I didn't do that. The entire tribe will be mine, and it will be their punishment. They will become my slaves, serving me and my kids or mobs in the Nightmare Tower.

"Oh!... He still stands," my first love, Rhea, suddenly spoke, pointing forward. And when I turned, I saw the old wolf standing among the crowd.

"He's the alpha," Rhea explained, her yellow eyes narrowed. "And the alpha never bows."

"I see."

I wasn't expecting the alpha to still be standing. All of his people were on the ground, kneeling in fear, but the old wolf was standing. His legs were shaking, and his eyes were filled with fear, but he was still standing.

'Hmm... he's stronger than I thought.'

The old wolf wasn't a pushover. He had strength, and his body was muscular. Judging by the aura and the lightning magic that I can sense, the old alpha was probably stronger than Fenrir or even Scarlett.

'He'll make an excellent floor boss and sperm donor.'

Do you think I'll pass the chance to give birth to stronger daughters? Never! The alpha's cock will be the perfect breeding tool. And if I get bored with it, I'll turn him into a female and plant my seed in him.

"You have my respect, old man," I said, my tone was cold and calm. "But this is the end for you."

"You are a monster," the old alpha spoke, his voice was weak, and his body trembling.

"So what? We are all monsters," I replied, shrugging. "What matters is who is the stronger monster."

"You will die here today," the old man growled, his aura flared, and his yellow eyes were shining. "My people will rip the three of you to pieces."

"Pffft... Hahahaha!" I burst into laughter.

The old man was trying to be brave, but it wasn't enough to hide the fact that he was a scared little dog.

"Oh, you poor, foolish creature," I said, slowly shifting to my wolf form. My body was now a foot taller, covered in pure silver fur. The old alpha froze in shock, watching me transform into something far above him in the food chain—a true alpha.

"AWWWOOO!" I let out a mighty howl, filled with power and dominance, shaking the entire forest and the hearts of the wolves.

"!!!"

The entire tribe was in shock, their eyes were wide, and their breaths were quick. They watched as the ancient beast howled, the sound piercing their very souls. As one, they felt their will buckle beneath the primal urge to submit, their instincts screaming at them to obey the true alpha.

I'm a goddess, and this is my first time shifting to my other forms after ascending, and the moment I did, I instinctively knew that my forms had ascended as well. I don't think this should be possible, but in my wolf form, another divine concept was suddenly implanted in my soul—the wolf concept.

'This... this is a fucking cheat.'

In simple terms, in my wolf form, I became a new goddess—the goddess of wolves.

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