Werewolf hunting rules

The major was full of confidence.

The ancient saint once left eight different extraordinary inheritances to this world, and he practiced two of them, the path of the blade, which represents fighting, and the path of blood, which represents health. Even though the training in the way of the blade taught by the military is relatively short, it has been practiced for three years so far, and it is not impossible to fight back even in front of the knights conferred by the queen herself.

Three minutes later.

"Two inheritances?"

"Noble warrior?"

"College Officer Extraordinary?"

Creighton was surprised and punched Major Doron's upper body with one punch after another.

"Thank you. This is the first time I know this knowledge, which somewhat makes up for my ignorance."

The major bent down with a pale face. He was unable to intercept and dodge Clayton's attack. The impact forced him to take a step back again:

"Let's discuss it. You can beat him somewhere else."

"That won't work. This is exactly what I want."

Damn you bastard, the information provided by the Elders Council to the government is completely wrong. How could this guy's strength and speed be that of a newborn dark descendant who has just unlocked the earthly seal?

Only three minutes had passed in this contest, and he felt the decadent feeling of being completely crushed from strength to speed to weight.

The other party hasn't even transformed yet!

The werewolf's yellow eyes sparkled in the dark, but he restrainedly preserved the human form. The epidermis used to cover up the color of the wolf's fur evolved into an almost bloodless pale color, looking like a dead person, or a medicine wearing human skin. A puppet, but the major saw an active sincerity in the monster's eyes.

It really wants to teach itself a lesson.

Damn it, the way of the blade from the military department should have eliminated most of his pain. The way of blood left to him by his noble blood can also improve his ability to resist blows. Why does he still feel the pain he felt when he was still a mortal?

This negative feeling is not something the major misses at all.

boom!

Another punch hit him in the stomach. The major finally couldn't help but spit it out. His throat seemed to have opened a fountain, and all the white solid-liquid mixture shot to the ground.

"Damn it, my Shao Dun black tea and chicken sandwich!" He wiped the corner of his mouth angrily.

Clayton retracted his hand and took a step back: "Now we can talk about something formal."

Although beating up Doron was something he decided on the spur of the moment, he didn't have no confidence in himself.

As he became a werewolf for longer, he developed his sense of smell more and more deeply. Major Doron's scent showed that he was a suitable opponent, at least in terms of physical fitness, which was comparable to Clayton's human form. .

But this officer doesn't seem to have much experience in close combat.

It's no wonder that Clayton knew that he was a young man who had attended military academy as soon as he looked at his age and state of health.

Even if such a person has participated in the war, he is still a young man and will not become a veteran because they have skipped the stage of soldiers.

As soon as they graduate, this kind of aristocratic young man will immediately have the rank of lieutenant and become an officer commanding others, without having to train in the mud. Even if they enter the frontline battlefield, there is always the last guarantee of life-their high ransom, so they also prefer risky decisions.

After beating Doron, Clayton suddenly felt his interest waned. He didn't understand why he always had to deal with such people.

Major Doron vomited cleanly, but when he raised his head, he had suppressed his anger.

"How did you get the power of power? You are such a person." He couldn't go on.

"power?"

Clayton was stunned for a moment, Groene explained to him what this was.

This is a power that communicates with all things. In theory, everyone can accumulate this kind of power, but he remembers that even if this kind of power is cultivated with purpose, it requires long-term accumulation before it can be effective.

"You may have made a mistake." He didn't want to waste time on this topic: "And now it's your turn to answer my question."

Doron spat again, the smell of blood filling his mouth.

"That's awesome. Do you think it's possible for me to answer your questions truthfully even after I've been beaten?"

"I thought that even though you were a bastard, you were willing to admit defeat."

"Then I have a question for you too."

"Whatever you want." Clayton didn't care.

"Are you willing to return to the army and serve in the army? In this city?"

"No need. I left the army precisely because I wanted to avoid dealing with people like you."

The major snorted, found a piece of clean ground to sit down, and lit up another cigarette. This time he only took one puff before he started to choke. He felt the cramps in his stomach, and he had to press the cigarette butt to the ground again. Crush.

"go ahead."

The contempt in Clayton's tone was undisguised: "Who instructed you to kill the people in this mine?"

"I don't need instructions from anyone else to do this."

"Or let me put it another way, is your decision to kill everyone here completely based on your own behavioral habits? Or did you get some kind of inspiration from the outside through what you saw and heard. Note, I am not talking about orders. But to inspire.”

The major raised his hand holding the cigarette, then put it down listlessly: "I always do this."

"Did you ever leave the military camp with Faslag before he died?"

"I won't hang out with idiots like that."

After getting the answer he wanted, Clayton turned and left.

Since Major Doron did not come here to clean up the traces after receiving a hint from the Spider Priest, it means that their actions here are not in vain.

There is still time for everything.

"Eleven hours have passed and Cicero is in trouble."

Diesel, Hook's commander in chief in this operation, said to his subordinates.

In the room next to them, a drunken Faslag was singing, a confused and distorted tune.

"Maybe it was an accident." A detective said, but then added: "I hope it was just an accident. The country witcher has been thinking about reneging on the contract and dragging us to deal with the employer. This mental state is worth worrying about. He He would have gone crazy if he knew Cooper was dead, and maybe Cicero was haunted by him."

"It's okay. This is how we arranged it from the beginning, isn't it? I have the seal of the firm here. Nien gave it to me, and there is another one with the captain." Another detective stretched out his hand to show others the ring on his finger. Xi: "It is because of the state of the demon hunter that the brother who lives in the hotel did not keep the seal of choice to avoid being stolen by him. Without the seal, even if he goes crazy, he cannot apply or report to the office. Everything is out of the ordinary. Actions are all personal.”

Diesel looked at them with firm eyes: "I don't think so. I'm afraid Cicero is dead."

The room fell silent.

There were six people here, but the sound of breathing was barely audible.

"Hold."

Someone made a frustrated sound, but Diesel was in a trance just now and couldn't hear who said it.

"Sasha City is a hell of a place." One of his subordinates sighed: "I thought I could take a vacation here."

"Sasha City, a city of knowledge and books." - This is the slogan posted on a red brick pillar at the station, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

They were used to death, but dying in this city was really unexpected.

Usually cities with such slogans do not have serious interest disputes, and there are no violent gangs that can threaten them.

"If we relax our vigilance, we cannot blame the enemy for taking advantage of the situation."

Diesel looked around at the others: "And the problem here may be much bigger than we expected. Those monsters are very closely integrated with the government and regional forces. I originally wanted to wait for Cicero to come back before assigning the next task Configuration, unified explanation of what I saw before, but now it seems that this is not necessary.”

Whatever Cicero's situation was at this time, it was impossible for him to make it back.

"This afternoon, when I was taking Cooper to the cemetery, I happened to see the werewolf that Ms. Bai Luge asked us to investigate. He walked into the holy place at the invitation of the church priest."

[The clergy here are really careless. 】This idea popped into the minds of the detectives.

The sanctuary of the church is certainly a sanctuary, but only a human sanctuary.

They had only heard that poor people who were persecuted by evil demons fled into churches to pray for divine protection. Even worse, wanted criminals evading the death penalty would hide in holy places to avoid the violent law enforcement of the Sheriff. Werewolves would only serve as villains in the story. .

The oldest one among the detectives coughed twice: "I need to confirm whether the priest has a personal relationship with it, or the bishop of the local diocese invited it in?"

In their recent mission, they have dealt with people who turned into monsters. The transformation of the person involved has nothing to do with psychological evil. If the werewolf was also a human in the past and maintained a personal relationship with the clergy of the church, then what happened to Diesel The phenomenon mentioned is also possible.

He still couldn't believe that a monster had walked into the Holy Land.

The church has always preached that darkness cannot invade the church. If there is already darkness in the church, what are the believers going to do there?

The old detective is also a believer. He has to go back to worship after this mission, so he is particularly concerned about this issue.

Diesel shook his head: "Unfortunately, I don't know, but when I saw them, they were walking together towards the depths of the cemetery, and when I tried to follow them, I was told by the priest that it was closed. Area. It is for this reason that I think the information provided by Ms. Bai Luge is completely untrustworthy. Even if you are attacked by monsters from the Presbyterian Church, hiding in the church may not guarantee safety."

"Then shall we continue this mission?"

The detectives looked at Diesel eagerly, seeking answers.

Even before the results came out, they were sure they would be satisfied.

"Of course, we are only doing investigation tasks. There are no conflicts, so it should be fairly safe." Diesel gave a positive answer.

If necessary, they can even anonymously advertise that someone is about to break into a house, and then proceed with the activity and evacuation.

In full view of the public, even if the other party wants to kill someone, they must consider the local impact.

After staying in jail for a while, follow-up support from the firm should arrive.

"Deep winter is approaching, and we can't go back empty-handed. Can 'sleeping' be more miserable than having no money to spend? After Ramadan is the Holy Day of Creation. If you don't plan to make a big fuss during the festival, we will It would be wise to go back home."

The detectives let out a sporadic laugh, regaining some morale.

Yes, they are going to continue.

For their own sake, they must continue.

It may be a little late to say this, but I wish you all a happy new year