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Sparks flew!

All six bullets from the revolver hit the monster.

The blood-soaked monster howled miserably, but instead of stopping, it pounced on Rhodes with even greater ferocity.

With no time to reload, he had no choice but to engage the monster in close combat.

Thump!

Rhodes punched the monster directly in the face, the terrifying force breaking its nose.

Grabbing the monster's arms with both hands, he used a grappling technique to pin it to the ground.

Looking at the monster struggling on the ground, unable to shake him in the slightest, Rhodes couldn't help but curl his lip.

I thought you were a big deal.

Turns out, this is it?

Looking at the monster riddled with holes, he realized that besides its tenacity and speed, its strength was no match for his.

Just then, a beam of moonlight shone down, illuminating the monster.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred.

The monster, bathed in moonlight, first let out a painful wail, followed by the visible growth of hair all over its body.

The wounds inflicted by the revolver were also healing at a visible rate.

The face, which still retained some human features, now had protruding cheekbones and sharp fangs for teeth.

In just a few minutes, the monster covered in hair transformed into a werewolf.

"Awooo!"

The werewolf howled at the sky, its thin body becoming strong, struggling wildly.

Its strength had at least doubled compared to before.

Rhodes was using all his strength to barely hold the creature down.

"Well, well, it can transform."

Rhodes suddenly released his grip, retreating a few steps.

The werewolf, freed from its restraint, leaped up from the ground and turned to pounce.

But it was greeted by two dark gun barrels.

Rhodes calmly pulled a double-barreled shotgun from his personal space, his eyes calmly watching the werewolf, who was stunned in place by the sudden shock.

My friend, times have changed.

The werewolf's pupils dilated. Although it didn't know what this thing was, its animal instincts told it that the thing in the human's hand was extremely dangerous.

Seeing the werewolf turn to run, Rhodes remained calm.

Come and go as you please?

Do you think this is your home?

At this distance, at this angle, everyone is equal before a shotgun.

Forget a werewolf, even God would have to die.

He pulled the trigger.

"Goodbye!"

Bang!

With a deafening blast, a flash of fire erupted.

At such close range, the shotgun's power was unleashed to its fullest.

Dense pellets rained down like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, tearing apart half of the werewolf's body.

Rhodes' expression was unusually calm as he looked at the werewolf lying on the ground, unable to move.

This is the power of technology.

All fear stems from insufficient firepower.

God?

How many divisions does he have?

Chapter 6: Is That Little Red Riding Hood Outside?

"I still prefer the arrogant and unruly you from before."

Rhodes slowly walked up to the werewolf.

Looking down at the werewolf, who barely had a breath left.

The werewolf's self-healing ability was extremely strong. According to the settings in movies and TV shows, only silver weapons and things baptized in holy water could kill a werewolf.

He had also verified this just now.

The damage caused by the revolver was completely healed within minutes after the werewolf transformed.

Injuries that would be fatal to ordinary people had no effect on the werewolf.

However, it was clear that this recovery ability had its limits.

Taking a point-blank shot from his shotgun, half of its body was shattered.

No matter how strong its self-healing ability was, it couldn't save the werewolf's life.

"Sacrificing you should bring me some good feedback."

Rhodes squatted down, his eyes indifferently watching the terrified werewolf.

He slowly pressed his palm onto the werewolf's head.

Sacrifice!

As a light bloomed from his palm, the look of pain on the werewolf's face disappeared, its flesh and soul slowly dissolving into nothingness.

After sacrificing the entire werewolf, Rhodes' face showed anticipation.

"I wonder what the feedback from this sacrifice will be."

Before, sacrificing a Belgian Blue bull had caused his strength and physique to skyrocket.

This time, he was sacrificing a creature from fantasy, a werewolf.

It couldn't be worse than a bull, could it?

As Rhodes was thinking, he suddenly felt itchy all over.

He looked at his hands, and thick, gray-black hairs sprouted from his pores.

The shiny hairs were as tough as steel needles.

Immediately afterward, the bones all over his body began to twist and deform, becoming thicker, and his nails grew wildly, becoming sharp and pointed.

Rip!

The swelling muscles burst the clothes on his body, and a violent force roared within him like raging waves.

He felt like his body was about to be torn apart by this powerful force.

But soon, his body adapted to this pain.

What replaced it was an uncontrollable, unsuppressable, violent force that wanted to be released.

"Awooo!"

Rhodes howled at the sky, as if only this could release the bloodthirsty and violent beast within him.

"The feedback this time is werewolf bloodline?"

Rhodes shook his head, looking up at the moon in the sky.

The once ordinary moon now seemed to emit some kind of powerful magic, making his reason bloodthirsty and violent.

However, this level of influence was not enough to make him completely lose control.

Rhodes adapted to his werewolf form.

After merging with the werewolf bloodline, his strength and physique were almost doubled compared to his normal state.

The changes in speed and explosiveness were the greatest.

In addition, he inherited the werewolf's powerful recovery ability.

As long as he didn't suffer fatal injuries, even the most serious injuries could heal quickly.

Basically, he had all the abilities that ordinary werewolves possessed, and they were even more powerful.

Because his physique was already much stronger than ordinary people, his strength after transforming into a werewolf was also far beyond that of ordinary werewolves.

Rhodes restrained the violent and bloodthirsty impulse in his heart, and the hair on his body gradually disappeared.

Finally, he returned to his normal human form.

The power of the werewolf transformation was not uncontrollable, but it required a strong will to suppress the bloodthirsty impulse.

"The ability is good, but it's too hard on the clothes."

Rhodes took out a new set of clothes from his personal space and put them on.

In werewolf form, his size would increase with the increase in strength.

Clothes of insufficient quality would simply explode.

His previous set of clothes had been directly turned into rags.

Fortunately, he had prepared several sets of clothes in advance, otherwise, he would have had to run around naked.

After changing into new clothes, he sat by the campfire.

Rhodes' eyes showed contemplation.

Clearly, this world was not as simple as he had imagined.

He had only just arrived and had already encountered a dangerous fantasy creature like a werewolf. Who knew if there were more terrifying things in this world.

However, this was not entirely a bad thing.

The rougher the sea, the more expensive the fish. The greater the risk, the higher the return.

So, this could also be considered good news.

He took out his revolver and filled it with bullets.

After restoring his condition to its peak, he continued to explore forward.

Since there were werewolves living here, it meant that there must be a human village nearby.

Otherwise, these werewolves would have starved to death long ago.

It was a simple logic.

After walking for half an hour, a glimmer of light suddenly came into view.

After getting closer, he realized that the light was coming from a simple wooden house.

"Is that Little Red Riding Hood outside?"

As soon as Rhodes approached, an old woman's voice came from inside the house.

Little Red Riding Hood?

A question mark flashed in Rhodes' mind.

He might as well be the Big Bad Wolf.

After pondering for a moment, Rhodes slowly spoke.

"I am a lost traveler, and it's getting dark. I'm looking for a place to rest for the night."