Werewolf hunting rules

Athena's eyes looked into the deep darkness of the pipe, and her right hand reached down, as lightly as if she was picking flowers.

Some mice were confused by her magic power and gathered at her feet, shaking their heads. But then, the short black hair on their bodies quickly began to fall off, revealing the pink skin underneath, and then it was like iron under high temperature. The same melted together, the plasma and bones stirred into the same liquid, but it kept squirming, as if a layer of red hair was attached.

The spider priest bit his own finger and dripped his own blood into it.

The plasma boiled more violently, and they clustered together, rolled and solidified, forming several strange sarcomas with tentacles growing out of them.

Once formed, they tumbled off into the darkness.

These necromancy creations cannot withstand any attack, but they can temporarily distract pursuers.

The rats in the sewers are very useful materials for casting spells. For some reason, the flesh and blood of these disgusting creatures are extremely similar to humans.

Another animal comparable to mice is pigs.

Whenever she realizes this phenomenon, she hates the ugliness of human beings even more.

Walking a little deeper into the pipe, you passed the drainage area connected to the surface. The hollow stone slab above your head gradually disappeared, and the environment after that became almost dark, but Asina walked here very comfortably.

The tip of the blade foot was gently pierced into the soft mold and moss. The tip was in contact with the hard cement, and vibration information from all directions was transmitted to her nerves at the same time. With the increase in mental power, even the sounds of running mice, the scraping of snakes, and even the flapping of insects' wings can be heard in subtle ways.

She wants to kill the uninvited guest who breaks into her room first.

It would have to be at least the size of a human body before she could have enough casting materials to deal with those seven people.

"Strange yet familiar smell." Clayton's nose twitched.

There is a faint smell of perfume in the air, which is definitely not Barbara's smell. She does not have this kind of leisure and leisure.

They had been running for a while, and due to an oversight they had to leave the only source of light behind.

Clayton can find the entrance from the sewer to the surface through fresh air. Barbara is very sensitive to temperature. She can at least follow Clayton all the time, but Julius can't do anything. He is the only one among them who is dead. A guy who can't find his way around visually.

If there are any monsters in the sewers, the blind mage will have no choice but to wait and see.

However, in the pure darkness, Clayton was not as uncomfortable as he thought. After all, they were in a surface pipe network, and the air exchange with the ground was quite frequent. There was also a ventilated environment when passing through the drainage area, which made his sense of smell better. It's a relief that you don't have to deal with the rot all the time.

Now it was from the well above that he smelled it.

Although it was different from what he remembered, his intuition told him that this smell belonged to the enemy he had been searching for for a long time.

Athena Bai Luge!

"Get out of the way!"

Clay shouted to Barbara, and he suddenly jumped to the side.

The four pairs of bladed feet that were close together stabbed down from the narrow pipe above like awls, and stabbed heavily into the place where he originally stood.

In this way, the hateful werewolf and Athena Bai Luge met in complete darkness, although no one could see the other.

"You can still smell my scent after being marinated in the sewer for so long. Is the werewolf's nose really so sharp?" Clayton heard a strange woman's voice echoing in the pipe, with a hint of joking in her tone: "Or Are you saying that you are just special, the haunting Clayton?"

Clayton got up from the ground and tilted his head to identify the location of the sound while transforming. When he heard this question, he couldn't help but sneered.

"If you want to use sneak attack tactics in a place like this, maybe you should roll around in the mud twice to wash away the smell of low-quality perfume on your body. That's not as good as what I usually do."

Athena was not satisfied with this answer. She believed that this pathetic guy had no reason to go against her.

Although she was in a hurry, she still had a few seconds to ask the question.

"I thought I was kind enough for you."

"Obviously not enough," Clayton interrupted. He had had enough. "I still remember who randomly messed up my life, bullied my old friends, and sent threatening letters to my store."

Although he didn't know why Athena suddenly appeared here, he was fully prepared for the battle.

When he thought of those who died in vain, and Bruno, his anger could not be calmed.

"And in the same way, I protected the person you wanted to kill, destroyed your sacred objects, killed the detective you hired, and your son, and took away the treasure you brought by train. Just now, we We also solved the little snake you threw into the sewer to guard the door. The hatred between us can't be dissipated even if it is washed away with water for a hundred years, so don't be jabbering and let us end it today."

Barbara hid behind and opened her eyes wide. The unbalanced hatred between the two sides in Clayton's mouth almost gave her the illusion that she was the evil one.

"I didn't put snakes in the sewers," Athena said.

There was sudden silence in the dark pipe, as if no one was here in the first place.

A few seconds later, the werewolf's roar made the pipes seem to vibrate.

"nonsense!"

Although Clayton has not yet come into contact with other werewolf clans, he already knows the essence of war cry.

Although it is just an ordinary roar, in a confined space like a sewer, the sound can play a stronger role than on the ground.

Athena was also shocked for a moment. When she came to, she didn't feel any vibration in the soles of her feet, but the wind in her ears warned her that Clayton was coming.

"Even if you don't have this one crime, you still deserve to die!"

Although his eyes could not see anything, the lieutenant still persisted in swinging the blade towards the moist aroma in front of his nose.

The sound of the cavalry sword cutting through the air was completely obscured by the sound of the wind as he moved. This sinister intention based on years of combat experience accurately cut into the flesh.

Got it.

Clayton quickly sheathed the knife and backed away without hesitation.

He didn't think that this knife could kill a tenacious monster. Even in battles between ordinary people, "death by counterattack" was very common and had become a professional term.

But he couldn't retreat fast enough.

Although the sticky spider web did not completely entangle him, it also wrapped around his legs.

"Barbara!" he shouted.

The housewife did not disappoint him. A strong cold current immediately hit from the side, freezing the werewolf and the silently approaching spider.

Clayton's blood stagnated, his body suddenly felt a lot heavier, and a layer of frost even formed on the surface of his hair, but this was the effect he wanted.

He grew up on a farm and was familiar with spiders, creatures that like to take up residence in barns.

The legs and feet of this insect do not use muscles to exert force. If you take apart a spider, most of it will be transparent liquid. In winter, there will be much fewer spiders on the farm.

This is a kind of insect that is afraid of the cold.

At least he's more afraid of the cold than a werewolf covered in fur.

"It's a vampire again." They heard Athena's disgusted voice, which was gradually getting away.

Clayton swung his knife again, taking the opportunity to remove the spider silk on his body that had become brittle due to the cold, and then he drew a sword.

"I'm starting to like winter a little bit."

Athena didn't like the joke.

Her chest was bleeding. The injury was not serious, but it was completely humiliating.

Being blinded by a demon causes you to lose control of distance, but somehow her blindness didn't fully affect the werewolf, as if her magic was weakened on him.

"Very well, puppy. Although I don't know why you are immune to magic barriers, I will let you die in the season you like."

Sharp sounds of breaking through the air sounded one after another. Clayton grabbed the coat he took off with one hand and swung it clockwise in the air, knocking down all the UFOs.

But the Spider-Priests aren't targeting him alone.

"I'm going to die!" Clayton heard Barbara screaming in horror next to him: "What is this? It pierced my heart!"

She screamed and screamed.

The dead wouldn't scream so loudly, and he judged that the vampire didn't need comfort.

"Then release your cold air. The colder the better."

Athena's sneer rang out: "I'm afraid she can't do it anymore. Although a little holy water is not fatal, it is enough to immobilize her."

Barbara didn't say anything, and the truth was exactly what Athena said.

Clayton's breathing gradually became heavier. He never thought that the Fallen Priesthood could also produce holy water. This oversight cost Barbara the price.

In the past six months, he has suffered repeated setbacks on his way to seek revenge on Athena. If the information changes slightly, all his previous preparations will be in vain. Now he finally officially fights Athena, but Barbara is injured. Let their greatest advantage be wiped out.

He couldn't help but be angry.

As time went by, driven by him intentionally or unintentionally, the anger in his heart became more and more intense. This wanton emotion was like a tide beating endlessly in his blood vessels, and part of it turned into a strong appetite, making him feel even more tormented.

When that terrible desire reached its peak, Clayton finally couldn't restrain it anymore.

He lowered his ears and slammed the knife in his hand at Athena. Then he stretched out on all fours and rushed towards her at a speed faster than the long knife.

The heat that surged up in his blood flow spurted out along with his out-of-control sanity.

Accompanying the heat was an unprecedented sense of power. The werewolf felt hot and heavy.

It is bound.

Clothes are a constraint, weapons are also constraints, and even breathing is a constraint. Only by leaving everything behind can it use its power to get what it wants faster!

The werewolf abandoned everything outside of his body, held his breath and concentrated, leaving only his long arms and claws to attack Athena in turns. The speed was so fast that it caused a terrible sound. With her eyesight ineffective, Athena only relied on Mental power and vibration perception cannot capture its movements at all.

It attacks tirelessly like a meat grinding machine.

Each claw strike will be followed by a faster elbow strike, then a downward slash, and then a horizontal claw strike. The Menian self-protection technique spread by the military is doubled in lethality by the werewolf's alienated body. The round was even able to complete nine attacks, forcing Athena to continuously retreat.

The invisible one who was given a physical form was defeated by its claws as soon as it was summoned. Any offensive intention of the Spider Priest was too late to complete and had to turn to defense.

She saw the werewolf's yellow eyes glowing dimly in the darkness without any light source.

"Bound." Athena muttered.

But then, her fear dissipated, and an extremely sincere smile appeared on her face.

"Have you ever used my stage for a ceremony?"