Chapter 117 : Geomantic Vein
Chapter 117: Geomantic Vein
Marquis Demitri’s Territory, the grand hall of the marquis' castle.
All the hearts on the ground had dried up, and cracks appeared in the eyes of the central Werewolf statue.
"Ymir! Ymir! Come out here for me!"
The gray mist of the Wolf God swirled within the castle, roaring in fury.
However, there was no voice in response.
"These hearts are all useless now. I need new ones."
He shouted. The eyes that were supposed to be within the gray mist had vanished, leaving only a cluster of fog.
"Also, I need a sacrifice. I need a grand festival."
He seemed utterly mad.
He felt fear—a fear unlike that brought by powerful Holy Relics, even if such power gleamed like the Morning Star, he could still escape.
Even the erasure of his eyes was merely because he couldn't resist the curiosity to look back.
But now, he felt fear, and the feeling in his heart told him—this fear could not be evaded.
He speculated—was it the one with eyes that gleamed like gold?
He had been wounded by that Holy Relic, and the veil sustained by the power of the earth vein of this land now bore a breach. That fellow surely would not let such a breach go.
So, was that person watching him now?
He trembled. Humans were terrifying.
He still remembered more than two centuries ago—the Golden Lions driven by humans. With bodies as colossal as mountains, even a distant glance had caused his originally condensed body to be assimilated into gold.
Since then, he had forever lost his body, left to inhabit this stone statue in the form of gray mist.
It took him two hundred years to wear away the fear brought by those two Golden Lions. He accepted the terms of those fellows at Blackrock Point and tried making a major deal with humans.
Then he understood—humans were powerful, but they had an obvious weakness—greed.
He occupied the earth vein of this territory, the center of magic. He connected himself to the earth vein of this region and raised a veil to conceal it.
He knew about the Lord’s Judgment from the human lord—especially after that lord had taken away all the strongest individuals from the territory. He understood it was only a matter of time before the lord came to reclaim it.
But he didn’t care. This period was enough for him to digest all the humans here.
With so many humans, and borrowing their magic power, he was going to reshape his body and truly become the Wolf God—
The ruler of the Werewolves.
Unfortunately, all his ambitions were shattered by a group of refugees.
He hadn’t even gotten close—hadn’t even seen that person’s appearance clearly—yet his eyes were destroyed by that person’s Holy Relic.
He could feel it—just like how his body had once been assimilated by the Golden Lions—his eyes had been erased conceptually.
He felt fear. Humans were terrifying.
"From the looks of you, you didn’t kill those people, did you?"
Ymir’s voice suddenly rang out.
"And you were driven back after just a short while."
There was unmistakable mockery in the words.
But the Wolf God, overwhelmed by fear and fury, didn’t notice. He only roared loudly—
"Those humans—they’re not refugees. They possess Holy Relics—powerful ones!"
"Ymir, we need to leave. I feel fear—humans are watching us. Take your whelps and quickly carry away our spoils of war."
"We need to return to the mountains. With what we’ve gained, it’s enough for your offspring to double in number again."
Ymir laughed—a grating, piercing sound.
"Of course you’d feel fear. But that fear shouldn’t be from humans."
The Wolf God suddenly realized—Ymir was mocking him.
He became even more enraged.
"You mock me. You dare show contempt to me—the Wolf God—you’re just a Dumb Dog."
"You’re merely a Dumb Dog who knelt before me, offered your mate and the children born from her—your direct bloodline—to me."
"You ought to kneel before me, listen to my divine revelation, and beg me to bestow you with divine power."
Gray mist expanded, flooding the entire grand hall. The central Werewolf statue seemed to come alive, stretching its form and raising its head to emit a silent roar.
"Perhaps you have ruled as the chieftain of this tribe for too long—so long that you’ve forgotten the reverence you should hold for a god.
"But that’s fine. Killing you and replacing you with another Dumb Dog who knows reverence will do just as well."
The cracked eyes of the Werewolf statue turned toward Ymir, who stood at the Main Gate, its forearms pressed against the ground.
Even though the gray mist shrouded the space, Ymir showed no fear. As the Wolf God spoke, anger gradually surfaced on his face, finally twisting into a savage expression.
"Shut up, you ignorant fool. You were merely created using the tooth of the true Wolf God. You only stole a sliver of the great Wolf God's power, only happened to gain intelligence, and just with that—you dare show disrespect to me, your creator."
Ymir let out a roar—pure venting, clashing directly with the Werewolf statue without holding anything back.
Boom. Ymir was sent flying, fiercely crashing against the wall with a loud thud, accompanied by the faint sound of bones fracturing.
"I regret it, Ymir. I think your body is quite decent."
The voice of the Wolf God suddenly turned calm. He controlled the statue to walk up to Ymir.
Reaching out, he grabbed Ymir's head. Sharp claws tore through his scalp and pierced into his skull. Blood streamed out, strikingly visible against Ymir's white fur.
Dragging Ymir along, he brought him to the location of the statue—the very center of the Earth Vein’s magical surge.
"Although I would prefer my new body to be of demi-god level, that belongs to the domain of true gods. With your useless wretches, such a goal will never be achieved."
"But remaining trapped in this statue is truly inconvenient, so offer your body to me."
As he spoke, he tossed Ymir onto the Earth Vein.
"The Earth Vein here is just right to act as the power that facilitates our merging."
As he spoke, the gray mist contracted, surging toward Ymir’s body.
Pain. The gray mist seemed to pour into Ymir through every pore, as though trying to tear his body apart.
Pain. Pain. Until he felt the call of the Holy Relic he had buried, during the brief time when the Wolf God was away.
He began to laugh.
"Fool. Before becoming the chieftain, I was the Werewolf Priest who could create you."
He said.
"Even your ability to locate the Earth Vein and draw upon its magic was something I taught you."
"And now, you dare to use the Earth Vein’s magic to devour me."
His laughter grew louder.
"So what? I am the Wolf God. A god."
"Your power as a priest cannot harm me."
"This is the absolute difference between a Werewolf and the Wolf God."
The Wolf God spoke, but the fear he felt grew stronger. He hastened the rate of erosion.
"Fool. Truly a fool. Have you been in that stone too long? Your brain’s turned to rock."
Ymir laughed heartily.
"A priest’s power may not harm you—but what about the pure magic of the Earth Vein?"