Werewolf hunting rules

In the field of swords, there is no such thing as good or bad shape, only appropriateness and inappropriateness.

The long sword is sharp and bloodthirsty, but it is not as effective as a battle ax or a war hammer for armor; the war hammer is heavy and heavy, but it is always slow in a commoner duel; the range of the bow and arrow is long and sharp, and it is useless against shields.

Every weapon has its own battlefield, and the best battlefield for this swordfish is here.

Both a fish and a sword!

Clayton roared and stamped the ground suddenly, holding the blunt front end of its tail fin with both hands, and danced the swordfish, which was about the same weight as himself, like a two-handed giant sword. The evil wind howled, and the front of the fish's head was sharp. The sword kiss did not reflect any light, and the dark color carried the strongest murderous intent.

Athena swung her webbing backwards, narrowly dodging the menacing blow.

The iron beam where her spider silk was stuck was hit by the frozen fish, making a loud sound like a parish alarm bell, and even the straight outline was slightly dented.

The swordfish retreated, and the werewolf stood across the fish. Under the firelight of the fire ring, not only his pair of yellow eyes were shining, but the swordfish's eyes also emitted a strange light.

The cavalry sword that was used in the past was still too short for the werewolf, and could not take advantage of his strength at all. In comparison, the length of this swordfish was close to the limit of what he could currently exert.

Its length allows Clayton to launch attacks from a safe distance. Although it is too heavy, considering that it can also be used as a shield when attacking, this shortcoming is not a big deal.

"Aren't you worried that the movement will attract people around you?" Athena's voice was trembling, but this phenomenon was not due to fear, but because the beam she used to fix herself was still trembling.

In response to this question, Clayton smiled contemptuously. He bent his back slightly and dragged the swordfish diagonally to the ground. However, at the same time, his waist, abdomen and arms exerted force in a coordinated manner. The bulging muscles under the hair proved this seemingly casual action. In fact, he is gathering momentum, and he may explode with a thunderous strike at any time.

"The city center mainly relies on private security to manage security. When they hear strange noises, they will only lead their employers as far away as possible. And the Sheriff, that is our person. Your resourcefulness does not seem to be that outstanding, little one. Spider." Wolf Kiss made a very low mocking sound.

Creighton exaggerated the influence of the Presbyterian Church among the Sheriff, but he believed that Athena could not expose him.

The latter used the conversation to glance at Barbara's position.

It's a pity that the timid woman didn't leave her a chance. The humble housewife was squatting in the corner, holding up two frozen rays as shields. She covered herself whenever there was any movement. The cursed blood could not penetrate such a barrier. .

Clayton noticed that her eyes were not on him. Normally, he would take this opportunity to attack. But now, his bones and muscles were as painful as rolling gravel, and the desire for revenge was teasing him, making him eager to have an upright fight with Athena, and then either he would tear the other party into pieces, or he would Smash the opponent into a pulp, there is no third assumption.

"Don't be distracted! Look at me!"

The werewolf roared angrily, and the atmosphere in the room exploded again. The muscles in his arms suddenly swelled, and the heavy frozen fish was lifted upwards in his hands like a real long sword.

The spider just slowed down a little, and the lower joints of its two legs were smashed to pieces.

She tumbled and fell from the beam.

The two monsters fought together again.

The well-developed anti-joint legs of the werewolf made Clayton's every leap forward and backward seem like a divine aid. With the help of his forelimbs, his speed was hardly slower than that of a horse. The swordfish was held under his right arm. Just like a lance being used by a warrior, he restored the knight's fighting posture with one person's strength. Even the weight of him and the fish was added to restore the weight of the knight and the mount.

Whenever the long kiss of the swordfish pointed at the fallen priesthood, she had to retreat and dodge again and again.

Athena now only has five legs. The flesh and blood of fish can only make up for her body, but cannot repair the necrotic and damaged hard carapace. The weapons she has never seen before do not have enough experience to deal with defense, even if Just one hit and she would be instantly incapacitated.

But she had other tricks up her sleeve.

"Don't think you're the only one who can play with fire."

Athena handed the bow to her left hand, pointed the five fingers of her right hand upward, and made a gesture of fire. The ring of fire flowing along the whale oil droplets began to shrink, and the tip of the flames rose. When it passed her position, the ring of fire appeared just right. The gap that allowed one person to pass through was restored again, surrounding Clayton alone.

She was not in a hurry to return to the rafters. That height was no longer inaccessible to Clayton holding the swordfish.

She bent her spider abdomen and pointed it at Clayton, letting the weaver work at full strength. A large amount of sticky and flexible white silk penetrated the flames and wrapped around the werewolf and the swordfish. A thread of spider silk, but the speed is getting slower and slower.

When he got closer to Athena, the "momentum" accumulated through running had dissipated, and the flames began to climb up his legs.

The weight of the swordfish is almost the same as that of the werewolf. Even if he has the strength to lift it, it will be difficult to swing this "weapon" well without the assistance of acceleration. It will bias his balance and disrupt his Attack rhythm.

And this is an extremely dangerous situation when he himself starts to burn.

Clayton immediately changed his posture. He lifted the swordfish diagonally upwards, brushed against the burning spots, and used low temperature to suppress the burning effect. Then he held it up and down with his hands on his chest and abdomen and launched forward. Short-Range Thrust - The Swordfish's unique shape allows it to be wielded as a two-handed sword and lance, as well as a halberd.

The long, hard snout shuttled rapidly through the air, the fish's eyes were faint, and its scales reflected sparkling silver light under the firelight.

The swordfish was chopping through the ocean of air as if it were still alive, mustering up all its energy to pierce the opponent in front of it.

Athena had no time to retreat, so she folded all the legs on one side and tilted her body to the right according to the inertia, thus avoiding the puncture.

But just after she narrowly escaped his attack, Clayton turned his hand, and the fins growing on the back of the swordfish hooked into her back. Then he dragged her back hard, and the sharp crescent moon The fins like a scythe tore open the flesh and blood of the fallen priest's back like a war scythe, pulling her close to him.

In the werewolf's eyes, the enemy was constantly approaching him. He stretched his neck, opened his muzzle, and had two rows of fangs ready to tear Athena's neck off.

"The evil ones retreat!"

White light and shock waves burst out of Athena's body again, forcing the werewolf back.

He dragged the swordfish in his blind state and was knocked over by the shock wave, and then used all his strength to get up as fast as possible.

But when his eyes regained sight, he saw Athena standing there and not pursuing her.

The eyes of the fallen priest were blank. Under her left rib, a length equivalent to one-third of the width of her body was cut open by a fin. Wet blood poured out continuously from it. It was originally cut off by herself. The open ribs fell off again, and Clayton could even see the beating heart, the lungs that were constantly expanding and contracting, and the stomach sac with the upper part cut off.

A wet human eye that had not yet been digested rolled out of it.

Athena's fear once again interfered with her judgment. She instinctively wanted to keep Clayton away from her, but she forgot that the sharp fins were still behind her, and the thrust generated by the shock wave instead helped Clayton.

The disembowelment injury was not too serious for the Necromancer, but she buried the amulet inside her body to escape close combat, which hindered her recovery from the injury.

Even if the vital part is transferred, severe bleeding can be fatal.

She staggered backwards while holding on to the huge wound that couldn't be closed. Finally, she tilted her body and crushed one of her remaining spider legs again.

The blood dyed a large area of ​​the ground red, mixed with the flowing whale oil, and the flames gradually extinguished, leaving only a few scattered areas still burning.

Clayton wanted to laugh, but then he couldn't help but cough.

Blood also spurted from the werewolf's mouth.

He lowered his head and saw half of the spider's limbs on his chest.

Athena inserted her bow into his body at the last moment, but during the battle, the painful feeling was suppressed and mixed with the stimulation of the alien flesh and blood, so that he could not distinguish it.

Fortunately, it's not critical.

Clayton slowly walked over with the frozen fish in his hand. From his gradually darkening perspective, he saw the blood flowing from the fallen priest growing like mycelium on the ground, forming red spider web veins that extended into the scattered boxes of dead fish. .

Those veins are swelling and contracting like blood vessels.

Athena Bai Luge is still trying to recover!

"Air conditioning!" Clayton roared lowly.

The cold wave belonging to Barbara arrived immediately. It caused Clayton's hair and wounds to freeze and stopped burning. It also caused the priestly blood on the ground to begin to crystallize and solidify.

Clayton endured the numbness and pain and dragged Swordfish closer to the Spider Priest. He wanted to end her completely.

"You can't stop us!"

Athena suddenly regained some of her consciousness. She lowered her head slightly, but even lost the strength to raise her head. Her eyes rolled up and looked at Clayton, revealing hatred that she had never seen before.

Clayton felt that she had misunderstood something.

"I don't care who else is "you", I just want you to die." He explained while coughing, then picked up the swordfish with both hands and slashed at Athena.

He no longer cared about whether the fins were in the right position to achieve the best cutting effect, and just focused on smashing downwards.

It wasn't until he ran out of energy and dropped the swordfish that blocked his field of vision that he saw the result created by his own hands.

The spider priest's body and spider half were severely deformed, her charming face was broken into several pieces, and her internal organs and blood were crushed out from the wounds on her face and ribs, turning into a puddle of flesh.

It really looks like a spider that was swatted to death.

"What's next?" Barbara asked worriedly.

When the battle was over, she finally abandoned her ray shield and stood up.

But when she looked at the corpses on the ground and the equally bloody werewolf, she swallowed uncontrollably.

Clayton ignored this expression. He just wanted to find a place to sleep.

"Take me to the Pulitzer Mansion."

He fell to the ground and gasped heavily, completely ignoring the danger that Barbara herself might have and how difficult it would be for her to transport the giant werewolf that had lost its ability to transform on the street.

Barbara was in trouble, she just put Clayton's coat on him, put the gun back into his hand, and then she didn't know what to do next.

Until another group of people walked into the warehouse.

"Hail to you, brave hunter, for hunting this target faster than we could."

Ignoring the helpless housewife on the side, Akzi glanced at the corpse, then caressed the werewolf lying on the ground and saluted her chest.

The members of the action team who followed behind them were still holding their weapons warily when they entered the door, but they relaxed after seeing the body of Athena Bai Luge.

"Make a stretcher and bring this respectable gentleman back, as well as the body of Athena Bai Luge. The goal tonight has been achieved." Akzi ordered.

This volume is coming to an end soon (there are about two or three chapters left, which I will post soon). After finishing, the author may need to rest for a few more days, not only to adjust his work and rest, but also to adjust the outline and insert the characters in the supporting building, and to sort out the mythological settings of the book.

The previous article may be rough due to working late at night, and I will polish it a little in the past few days (it will not affect the plot, and there is no need to read it again)

The results of the adoption of Longtaolou will be announced at the end of the first chapter of the next volume.