Werewolf hunting rules

The leatherworker rolled over and rolled the vampire into the ground, then flipped over again and returned to his original posture - the weird form of moving with elbows, knees and toes.

Clayton didn't even look at Barbara. In terms of immortality, the vampire was much stronger than him.

The werewolf's body sank and he charged forward again. The black figure hit the leatherworker's head head-on like a cannonball, which lacked the means to counterattack, but the pale and slender body stood up the moment before it was hit, avoiding the attack.

The floating soil exploded in front of it, dyeing its white body a bit dim.

Taking advantage of Clayton's attack, the leatherworker opened his right hand, and instead of attacking the opponent, the sharp awl-like fingers stabbed into his broken left arm. The blood-stained fingertips picked up a bunch of long black tendons from the flesh and blood. They were quickly pulled by its fingers and wrapped around the injured arm and wrist. Then its fingers that hooked the tendons suddenly twitched, and the black tendons were The long thread will straighten the bent arm again.

Such movements reminded Clayton of the work of flower arrangers. Those skilled craftsmen used thin black wires to fix the flowers into shapes.

The leatherworkers are much better at their craft than they are.

But that doesn't stop the werewolf from eating it later.

The leatherworker's two sharp claws swung down from above at the same time, using his weight and whole body strength to press down heavily on the werewolf in front of him.

Clayton did not dodge, but stepped forward further, knocking himself into the leatherworker's arms.

The werewolf's body length is shorter than that of the leatherworker, but he is even stronger. When he shortens the distance between them, not only does the opponent's slashes become ineffective, but also the fighting method becomes the one he is most familiar with. species - wrestling.

Both werewolves and leatherworkers are no longer human, but their bone structures are still similar to humans to a certain extent, which allows Clayton's skills to be used.

He almost lay on the ground, his thick arms wrapped around the leatherworker's waist, and pulled the other person's upper body down as far as possible.

If you don't look at the appearance of the two, their posture is more like a pair of lovers entangled.

It just bled a little too much.

The leatherworker's arm bones have become alienated and he cannot insert his hands under his body, but there are still white bone spurs growing on his elbows to assist his movements.

The bone spurs were inserted and pulled out repeatedly in the flesh and blood of the shoulder and neck, and even dead branches and leaves were poured into the wound, but Clayton didn't care. He allowed the other party to use these bone spurs to attack his head and neck. The binding ceremony not only brought him With more fighting skills and adaptability to pain, he has more important things to do.

It's time to eat.

The sharp fangs pierced the leatherworker's abdomen without bone protection, and bright red blood that was no different from humans spurted out, pouring downward into the werewolf's wide-open snout.

Flesh that smells fishy to ordinary people has a different appearance to a werewolf's sense of smell.

An indescribable aroma poured into Clayton's mouth and nose. He stretched out his muzzle and almost dug his nose into the wound. However, a layer of black omentum blocked his nose, as well as his fangs and The temptation of the tongue.

This layer of material is just like the tendons that a leatherworker pulled out from the body to fix the affected area. It is so flexible that the werewolf was unable to tear it off for a while.

And just as he touched the black omentum, the leatherworker struggled even more crazily,

Its bone-spurred limbs flapped convulsively on the ground, and the sand undulated like ocean waves, splashing into clusters of "splashes." The nearby dead trees swayed due to unstable root systems.

Even the werewolf couldn't control it for a moment, and it broke free from its arms.

The monster twisted by human malice let out the first howl under the night sky. Its right hand stabbed directly at a speed that Clayton could not react. Its five awl-like fingers pierced the werewolf's raised left arm. Like this great enemy has done to it before.

Clayton reacted as quickly as possible.

While raising his arm to block, he mobilized his energy to block the pain. At the same time, he tightened his left arm and twisted the five fingers of the leatherworker's right hand into his own muscles. Then he raised his right hand without fear, clenched it into a fist, and struck at the expected piercing attack from the opponent's left arm.

He waved it away.

The leatherworker's wave was also empty.

At some point, Barbara had already ridden on its back. Her face was covered with dirt, her left hand was raised high, and she waved the "flag" in her hand toward the moonlight.

That was the leatherworker's left arm.

At the same time, a few pieces of frozen flesh and blood fell from the wound on the pale monster's shoulder, red and black coexisting.

That layer of black omentum froze and shattered under the cold, failing to exert its intended effect.

The leatherworker turned his long neck and bit her, not because of anger, but because of the fear hidden in his animal nature.

However, this time it failed.

Because the werewolf also removed its right arm.

Clayton held its right arm in his mouth and rolled out from under the body that had lost support and collapsed downward.

In order to seize the arm as quickly as possible, the wound on his left hand was severely enlarged and his gums bled due to excessive force. Three fingers on his right hand were also broken off for the same reason.

The Leatherworker without his arms was no longer a threat. Clayton didn't look at it, just stared at Barbara, who was trying to drain the blood from the severed arm.

"Good job." Clayton praised, but his heart was not at peace.

The process of Barbara tearing off the leatherworker's arm was too easy. Of course he knew that this was because the cold had a restraining effect on flesh and blood, and the power of non-vampires was far greater than his, but he still instinctively felt a surge in his heart. hostility.

The Saga would fight any being who dared to challenge it, and its memory affected Clayton.

Barbara was completely unaware of this. She drank a lot of blood, then raised her head and said happily: "If there is such a good thing next time, Mr. Bello, you must take me out."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and sucked the blood from the severed arm with her fangs.

It seemed that the first-generation vampire didn't know how powerful he was. The werewolf turned his head and didn't want to look at her, but his perspective was different from that of a human. He could still see Barbara from the corner of his eye, so he simply lowered his head, absent-mindedly. The ground bit the severed arm in his hand.

The leatherworker is no longer human, he has no resistance to this, and his injuries require energy to recover.

The Leatherworker was not dead yet. It let out a very low howl in pain, and kicked its back legs hard against the ground, trying to escape from here with a movement similar to that of an insect, so the werewolf had to step on its back and crush its body. Both hind limbs were also broken off.

In this way, there is no risk of food flying off the table.

Predictably, he and Barbara would eat most of the leatherworker tonight.

But if he could, he would really like to have his niece Donna by his side eating Leatherworker together at this moment.

Family dinner, this word is so pleasant.

Clayton trembled, suddenly awakening to the absurdity of his thoughts. He wanted Donna to stay away from this kind of life, so how could he eat raw meat with her? He smiled to himself and focused more on eating.

As the flesh fell into his stomach, the leatherworker's flesh gave him an unusual sensation as it digested.

Not only the essence, but also some other things were taken in, but he was not sure what it was. He just instinctively sensed that it was harmless, and it could even allow him to go further and advance his abilities like a curse ritual.

[Dense Leather and Flesh] - This is the benefit he perceived from the flesh and blood of the leatherworker.

This was not found in food in the past. Is his perception more advanced and able to detect more details, or is it the difference in ingredients that creates this difference?

Clayton subconsciously looked at Barbara, hoping to verify his conjecture from her.

Then he saw the housewife secretly stuffing the leatherworker's flesh and blood into her arms, not caring even if the blood soaked her dress.

Noticing his gaze, Barbara smiled shyly, but still persisted: "I feel it has the effect of caring for the skin. If Perot eats this, he may be able to reduce wrinkles."

It seemed that it was not an illusion - Clayton turned around and suddenly thought of something. He threw away the empty arm bone and grabbed the leatherworker's head with his sharp claws and lifted it up.

“Can you still understand and respond to our language?”

The expression on the leatherworker's head, which was smooth and hairless and could not be distinguished as male or female, remained unchanged. It was still looking at the werewolf with bared teeth. When Clayton pointed its face at Barbara, its red eyes were completely attracted to the female. On the vampire's body.

Its struggling even slowed down and its expression became calm.

The Leatherworker is an evil creature corrupted by its desire for beauty. Its overpowering desire seems to have overwhelmed its reason, causing it to only behave like a beast. This is why Clayton abandoned Barbara in the first place. The act of pointing into the air can make it relax its guard against itself, because it is about to fully appreciate this beautiful "dead" thing.

Clayton was not disappointed. If it could overcome its desires, its power would be beyond what he and Barbara could kill together.

In order to increase the power of evil creatures, they must constantly satisfy their own desires. Only by taking the skin of a qualified beauty can their power be increased.

The memories from Saga let Clayton know that this leatherworker is not powerful compared with its kind, and is at best a newborn.

Um, newborn?

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in the werewolf's heart, but he was soon blinded by bloodthirsty desire.

He gave up thinking and lowered his head to bite off the leatherworker's neck, then tore off a large piece of flesh from its body and stuffed it into his mouth, enjoying the pleasure of becoming stronger through eating.

There was no time to waste thinking, Barbara wouldn't wait for him.

The night owls are croaking, but no one is around.

In this deep forest, the monsters were eating another monster leisurely, and the dull sound of chewing could be heard all the time, putting all their energy into eating.

Just like that, they all forgot about Ian Lazarus.