A black figure galloped aimlessly in the wilderness, in the forest, on the plains. Any human who sees him will be frightened and will cry out one word - wolf. But in this feared form lies a human soul, and his name is Fodames. Now he has lost almost all his emotions and thoughts, and his consciousness is enclosed in a blood-red space, which is filled with violent fear and death, and he is gradually lost and gradually falling...... Sometimes he himself seemed to be awakened by one or two human exclamations, but when he came to his senses, he saw the ground full of broken limbs, and the sights that should have disgusted and hated him aroused an irrepressible desire. The strong surge rushed straight to the brain, and the barely recovered consciousness was washed away and returned to the blood-colored space, and there was only the sound of chewing in my ears......

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a day? One month? A year? Or a century? The sense of time had completely disappeared in Fodames's consciousness, until a cold cold light shot in, and the blood-colored space that had been surrounding him collapsed suddenly, and his heart seemed to slowly calm down under this cold light, and then ...... Fodamès snapped open his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, as if he had been trapped in a nightmare that he could not wake up to.

"He's awake, Patriarch."

"Well, let's rest after a hard day."

The cold light still shone on me. Unable to adjust, he could barely see several vague figures swaying beside him, and what seemed to be a man and a woman in his ears, followed by the sound of noisy footsteps. There was only one person left beside him, and his eyes gradually adjusted to see this person clearly-a woman of about twenty-five years old in a magic robe with a metal staff in her hand, her long silver hair was draped down, although she was not very old, but this woman's expression revealed incomparable maturity and stability, and a trace of holiness.

The cold light that shone on him was the candlelight shrouded in the white veil of the six surrounding six-pointed stars and the moonlight in the sky. Look at the position of the moon should now be midnight. Then the scene around these lights was unfamiliar—low and shoddy stone and wood bungalows, endless mountain scenes, a small river a few dozen meters away flowing gently, and the sound of a trickle was particularly pleasant. I feel like I'm in a village in the mountains.

"Here it is...... Well? Just opened his mouth to ask Fudamès, but found that he was firmly tied to his limbs and torso by ropes on the stone platform, and the rope was unusually strong, and he struggled at all, and for some reason, his state of mind that had finally calmed down suddenly stirred up impatience, anxiety and uneasiness, and roared: "What is this for, let go of me!" I'm the captain of the Eagle Wing Legion of the Aigle Empire, and you're committing a crime! It's a challenge to the Empire! In desperation, Fodames thought he had been kidnapped.

"Shhh We have no ill intentions, we're just saving you. The woman in front of her did not have the slightest panic between her eyebrows, as if everything was expected by her, she just calmly made a boo movement, then put the staff in her hand on Fodames's chest and explained: "We are only doing this so that we can successfully complete this ritual." You're too dangerous not to do that, and now you're free. After speaking, the staff emitted a purple faint light, and it penetrated into Fodamets's body, and in an instant, the rope that bound Fodames disappeared directly, and disappeared with the irritability in his heart.

"Am I too dangerous? What do you mean? Although the other party had expressed kindness, Fodames still did not understand his words, but he was stunned the moment he got up. Because his hands were covered with long hair, and his fingertips were like the claws of wild beasts. Fodames watched in disbelief as the hands turned to the rest of his body. The chest, limbs, and even the oblique sides of the barely visible face were covered with thick hair. Stunned, Fodamès sprang up, and with his own unbelievable movements, he instantly rushed to the river, and the scene reflected by the river under the silver light of the bright moon was particularly clear, it was a face that carved the most terrifying memory for himself, the face of the giant wolf who killed his comrades and comrades-in-arms! The horrific scene still feels like it just happened. But now it's his face...... Just as Fodamès didn't know how to accept it all, he was in a trance, and he didn't know what to do, but a memory flooded into his mind like an inverted tidal wave, which was everything he had been for years—roaring, attacking, killing, devouring, fleeing, fighting. These acts are repeated repeatedly, and he continues to create one murderous murder after another, spreading boundless fear, and the victims are the compatriots he has sworn to protect. The faces of the civilians who were originally familiar to the common people were only frightened, despaired, angry, and hateful in this long memory...... Although it was only a short time, all the memories of the long period of the years were not bad at all, even the tiniest details were not missed, all of them were mapped into their minds, and the last rush of the memory of their feet was soft as if they had fallen into a dirt pit, and before they had time to react, countless ropes were sheathed, and finally as far as the eye could see, a pair of blood-red wings, shadows, accompanied by the oncoming sense of oppression, attacked themselves and cut off all their consciousness.

"This is ......" lost all of his teammates many years ago, and the nightmarish experience that followed in the following years, all of which almost broke Fodames, and after being attacked by those monsters, he turned into a similar existence to them. The crimes he committed were unimaginable. The glorious and glorious future of his former glory...... Everything was reduced to nothingness. He sat on the ground, dazed, not knowing how to accept this fact. (End of Chapter 95)