Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 349: We Meet Again
[Two Days Later.]
[Upper world.]
[Wendigos’ Kingdom.]
The wind atop the city wall tasted of ash and impending ruin.
King Garrard gripped the cold stone of the wall, his knuckles white, his claws digging deep enough to leave furrows in the rock. Before him stretched the horizon, and below him stood the last of his legion—Not more than two million of Wendigos, armed, snarling, and terrified.
Garrard’s chest heaved. He looked at his side. Out of his Four Pillars, only Faye remained whole, though her spirit was visibly fractured. His First Pillar was gone—captive or dead. The Second lay in the infirmary, face burned to a featureless husk. The Fourth was a wingless, handless stump of a warrior.
The Wendigo race, once the terror of the Upper World, had been effectively castrated in less than a day.
"God Wolf..." Garrard’s voice was a low, vibrating growl, heavy with a hate that barely masked his despair. "I will ensure your corpse rots in these lands."
"It is fascinating," a calm voice drifted down from the clouds, "that I can taste your killing intent from miles away. It smells like desperation."
Garrard snapped his head up.
High above, suspended in the air like deities judging insects, stood Sunny and Josephine. They wore matching black—sleek combat attire beneath heavy fur coats that rippled in the high-altitude wind. They looked pristine. Untouchable.
But it was what stood beneath them that made Garrard’s heart stop.
"What in the hells..."
The horizon was no longer empty. It was a churning sea of elemental mana. Thousands of summons stood in perfect formation. Not mindless beasts, but Fifth Order constructs formed from pure magma, glacial ice, jagged earth, and hurricane winds. Among them were presences that felt even heavier—Sixth Order entities that warped the air around them.
Beside the King, Faye stumbled back, her knees buckling.
"I... I cannot calculate it," she whispered, her eyes wide and wet. "I am a Second Order. But that army... the sheer density of mana... The probability of our survival has dropped to 0.00000000001%."
She looked at her King, the facade of the fierce warrior crumbling. "Lord Garrard... if he unlocks his Primordial energy, there is no shield in existence that can stop him. We aren’t fighting a war. We are waiting for an execution."
A soldier near them dropped his spear, the clatter echoing loudly in the silence. "It’s over," he murmured, shaking.
Garrard looked at his people. He saw the tremble in their hands. He realized, with a crushing weight, that his pride had led them here. He had failed.
’Mother is silent,’ Garrard thought bitterly. ’She has abandoned us. But Lord Lester... he covets the Wolf. He is a monster, yes, but he is the only monster strong enough to kill this one.’
Slowly, Garrard unclenched his fist, revealing a jagged red token. The last time he had used it, the backlash had nearly torn his soul apart. But looking at the fear in Faye’s eyes, he knew he had no currency left to spend but his own life.
He raised his head to Sunny. God Wolf stood with arms crossed, not even in a combat stance. He was simply waiting.
"The Wendigos do not kneel!" Garrard roared, the sound cracking with raw emotion. He raised the token high. "Lord Lester, I offe—"
"Stand down."
The command cut through the air, silencing the wind.
Garrard froze. Below, on the field in front of the gate, space twisted. Vinous, the humanoid feline warrior of the Blood Queen, stepped out of a rift. He didn’t look at the army; he looked over his shoulder at Garrard with cold arrogance.
"Let me handle this," Vinous said, smoothing his crimson fur. "We have unfinished business, he and I."
"Sir Vinous?" Garrard lowered his hand, confusion warring with relief. "But... Blood Queen?"
"She is occupied," Vinous replied dismissively. He extended a clawed hand toward the wall:
"Give me the token. You are spent, Garrard. If the Lord descends into your broken vessel, he will be limited. But if he takes me... he will wield power that rivals even God Wolf."
Garrard looked at the token, then at his trembling soldiers. He swallowed his pride. This wasn’t about glory anymore; it was about survival.
"Save us," Garrard whispered, and threw the red token down.
It spun through the air, a blur of crimson light. Vinous reached for it, a triumphant grin splitting his face.
Swish.
The air snapped.
Vinous grabbed empty air.
"Huh?" The feline warrior blinked, stunned.
"So Fast."
The word came from Garrard, who was staring in horror at a spot between the armies.
Sunny stood there. Or rather, a copy of Sunny. The original was still in the sky with Josephine. But this clone held the red token, tossing it casually into the air and catching it.
"Impossible..." Garrard gripped the stone, his nails cracking. "He moved faster than eyesight. And this clone... the energy signature is identical to the main body. He has split his power without diluting it? This is madness!"
Vinous spun around, his fur bristling with rage. "You! You dare intercept me? Are you so terrified of what that token brings?"
The Sunny-clone paused, catching the token one last time. He looked at Vinous with an expression that wasn’t fear, nor anger. It was boredom.
"I just wanted to verify the signature," Sunny said calmly. "I needed to know which ’Lord’ you were praying to."
"Admit it!" Vinous screamed, pointing a trembling finger. "You are scared of Lord Lester Blood! You know that if I summon him, your legend ends here!"
Sunny tilted his head. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. It was the smile of a hunter who had just confirmed the location of the alpha prey.
"Lester Blood," Sunny repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like a curse. "Excellent."
He tossed the token back to Vinous.
The red cat scrambled to catch it, fumbling against his chest. He looked up, completely dumbfounded. "You... you gave it back?"
"Why are you staring?" Sunny’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping an octave, shaking the earth beneath them. "Call him. Summon him. Do you think I brought this army for you?"
Sunny gestured to the legions behind him, then pointed a finger at the token in Vinous’s hand.
"You and these Wendigos are just kindling. He is the fire I came to extinguish. Bring him out."
Vinous’s shock curdled into humiliation. He had been dismissed as a threat. His face twisted into a mask of pure hatred.
"You arrogant fool," Vinous hissed. "You want death? Then I will give it to you!"
He didn’t hesitate. Vinous crushed the token in his hand and shoveled the fragments into his mouth, swallowing them whole.
"A visceral method," the clone noted dryly, crossing his arms.
BOOOOOM!!
The reaction was instant. A shockwave of chaotic energy—sickly green, deep black, and arterial red—exploded outward from Vinous.
"AHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Vinous fell to his knees, clawing at his own throat. This was not a partnership; it was a violent eviction of the soul, and he knew it.
Garrard watched in horror as Vinous’s anatomy rebelled. Bones snapped and reformed with sickening crunches. His spine elongated, pushing him to a towering ten feet. Two massive, wet tears ripped through the back of his coat as jet-black wings, dripping with slime, unfurled.
"AHHHHH!!"
A sharp, serrated blade burst from the tip of his tail. Above his original eyes, the flesh split open, revealing two more eyes—burning with a necrotic green light.
The energy pressure spiked, cracking the walls.
BOOOOOM!!
A final pulse of energy threw the front line of Wendigos backward like ragdolls. Dust and debris obscured the figure, swirling in a violent vortex.
Through it all, Sunny did not flinch. He did not blink. He simply watched the smoke.
From the darkness, a voice emerged. It sounded like two stones grinding together, layered over Vinous’s original voice.
"Hahahaha..."
The smoke cleared, revealing the four-eyed nightmare that had once been Vinous.
"God Wolf," Lester Blood said, flexing his new claws. "We meet again."
