Demon Lord Shapeshifting System

Harker did not hesitate to grow his hair and wrap these giants up like catching multiple bulls with a single lasso. He then fired them all up with a flamethrower and shoved the burning ends of his hair into the snow before it caught fire all the way to his scalp.

This proved to be effective against the bone-thin giants as they writhed in pain and started turning into ashes.

The sound of those demonic guttural shrieks rang out into the forest as they were exterminated and could not not feast on flesh any more. But…

More of them came from the treetops and started moving towards the cave. It was naive for humans to believe that they could outrun them. One of them reached out with their large clawed hands to the bodyguard who stood up and gripped him.

Just from that grip alone, he was squeezed into bursting. Another one was unlucky enough to get caught and got his head bitten off.

Harker fired his flamethrower at them to burn their hands reaching out. Then, he used his hair to block them like a shield. But it won't be long until they break through that covering and tear his hair to shreds with their claws and sharp teeth.

He yelled. "All of you move back to the cave and I will distract them. Go, go, go!"

Of course these bodyguards were brave men willing to risk their lives for the person they served. However, they knew how powerful Harker was from their experience with him back at the mermaid factory. There was no use to sacrifice their lives, and the best move would be to warn the others so they could be prepared if he ever needed back-up.

So all of them ran inside except for Alejandro and Professor Seward.

"I'm always on your side, Sir Harker. Maybe we somehow find Victoria tonight, as this GPS device is picking up more signals the more of these skinny diablos come." He said.

Harker very much agreed with that and was fine with Alejandro on the team. But he yelled at Professor Seward.

"Dammit, Prof! Just go back, will you? You may not die, but you still get hurt and bleed! What if you lose too much blood to close your wounds? Just how much destruction can your body take!?"

"More than you think." Professor Seward looked serious as she held the flamethrower.

This one was a pretty advanced type for the 90s that does not use large tanks so it was lighter than the usual one. The gas was instead contained in something as small as a 250 ml water bottle, and has twice the longevity than the strapped tank ones.

She started firing the moment a claw had passed through Harker's hair, and marched on into the cold winter with not an ounce of fear. She looked like a small cat in the face of these monoliths of a beast, and yet she threw flame right onto their face like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Joan did receive a slash across her chest, though. Her thick blood covered it up as a long red line that reached from her right shoulder to her left waist.

"I once had my whole leg burned down by something similar to this. It's a weapon that sprayed oil through a pump and placed over a torch to create 'Greek fire'." She told them. "In the end, my sister just gave me new legs."

Harker also used his enhanced speed and strength to fight off these monsters without breaking a sweat. He used his flamethrower to set a fire to the trees to stop them from jumping near them.

He hated to be the cause of a forest fire, but desperate times called for desperate measures and the snow will likely extinguish it sooner or later.

"So you really are like a Frankenstone monster? How does that even work to give you sense and control over your new legs?" Harker asked. "Was it because of your blood?"

"It's not just my blood. It's everything. The pills, the psychology of the human will, and the genius that my sister is…. If none of those were present, I wouldn't be standing here today." Professor Seward lamented while also shooting the mouth of a wendigo that tried to bite a large chunk out from her.

The problem with these weapons was that it brought a lot of dangers to the user, and her sleeve caught fire as well. Professor Seward rolled on the snow quickly without missing a beat on firing at these monsters.

Harker frowned. "How many more wendigos do we have to burn!? There's no end to them, we'll run out of fuel at this point."

Alejandro had soon already ran out of fuel at this point. As this happened, he cursed in Spanish and used the flamethrower to block the hands and mouth of a large wendigo that got him cornered against the ground.

Harker caught this one with his hair again and dragged it out so he could burn it. He threw his own flamethrower at Alejandro.

"You can't die since you have the device, Alejandro. Go back to the group and let me take care of it."

"But Mr. Jones, it's sensing something else that's coming this way! Something much, much larger—"

"I'll take care of it!!! I don't wanna make your daughters lose their father! Just go, man!"

The bodyguard followed his orders and rushed inside the safety of the cave. Harker had to make do with his hair without a weapon. He used it to drag these beasts straight into the burning trees.

But as they continued fighting, Professor Seward suddenly felt something.

"Is it just me feeling my spasms again, or is the ground shaking right now?" She asked.

Harker gritted his teeth. "It's not just you. Stay alert, Alejandro warned us about a large one…."

But even if they had been warned, they never would have expected the creature that parted the trees itself with its bare hands and slowly lumbered towards them.

It was…

A 50 feet tall man. Yes, they could tell this figure was actually a man and he wore clothes made of patched up deer skin. He had a mask that was made of several bones and flesh arranged to look like a deer's head and literal tree branches as its antlers.

This man was the real giant. And he merely extended his arms towards the wendigos….

Which then cling on to him like pets, taking refuge while hissing at Harker and Professor Seward. Harker and Joan were stunned for a moment from the sheer massiveness of this creature…..

That they weren't able to move as he used his large palm to propel hundreds of feet off the ground, and hundreds of miles away from the cave with their companions. If they were normal humans, that impact would have been enough to kill them.

But it was still enough to knock them out for a long, long time.