Werewolf hunting rules

The second stage of the Black Mass must be to light the altar, which is the church.

Destroying the Father's altar in honor of a higher god was a crucial step in the Black Mass ritual designed by Donna, but at the moment all the fuel was piled indoors and Peron blocked the back door.

It was also impossible to gain entry through the front door, as it was they themselves who locked the front door from the inside.

The wind between the cemetery and the medicine garden roared even more shrillly, causing everyone who heard the sound to feel a sense of throbbing and fear. No one knew what would happen if the Black Mass was interrupted.

Carry on with the ceremony - this idea suddenly came to everyone's mind.

Clayton didn't have time to ask Lewis why the church people would build the church on that magic circle that even the saint found scary. He just wanted to take Chud Osmar out of this damn little church, and then Eat this bastard alive!

Everyone looked at the only obstacle - Pei Lun standing at the door.

"Keep him alive!" Perrault shouted.

Creighton took note of Perot's words, but did not go back and make any promises. He made a tactical gesture towards the two vampires, then strode forward, pushing the priesthood aside, but he did not continue to step forward. Challenge Perun, but beckoned the two wizards to use their skills.

Julius put his hands together and formed a triangular frame to frame Perun's figure. As he uttered a brief incantation, the latter's head shook and his expression became confused. But the palm of his hand still held the hilt of the sword firmly, and the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground could jump up at any time and stab the person standing in front of him.

Donna stretched out her hand, as if she had caught something in the air, and suddenly pulled back, causing Pei Lun's body to stagger forward.

The steady posture was shaken.

Clayton had no hope of relying on the two of them to defeat a warrior who trained day and night.

Seeing that the timing was just right, he slammed into him and used his heavy body to squeeze Peilun against the wall, almost crushing him with all his strength.

Before Pei Lun could swing his weapon, he was caught between the wall of flesh and the gray-white wall behind him. He leaned against the wall and struggled to resist. The support behind him allowed him to resist more pressure and exert more force. The mental control he received now became an advantage, allowing him to exert all his strength regardless of the pain in his body.

Under his efforts, Clayton's body gradually tended to retreat.

But Clayton actually didn't care about this. He grabbed Perun's right hand holding the sword with one hand, and held the guard of the two-handed sword with the other hand and kept exerting force to remove the weapon from the innkeeper's hand. Take away.

But Pei Lun would never let this happen. He held the hilt of the sword hard and would not let go even if his palm began to bleed.

"Come again!" shouted the lieutenant.

This shout was addressed to the wizards.

Pei Lun stiffened again, and at the same time there was a red mark on his face, as if he had been punched by a transparent person.

Clayton took the opportunity to draw his sword, and the lubrication of the blood made the attempt much easier.

He grabbed the weapon and threw it back without hesitation.

It's not over yet.

Pei Lun pushed him hard and then punched him in the face. Clayton's head immediately turned ninety degrees to the right. After he recovered, he felt a buzzing in his ears and also when he turned his neck. A sense of rawness.

He licked the corners of his mouth, and the smell of blood told him that the corners of his mouth were also cracked.

Clayton put his hands on Perun's shoulders, forcing him to bend his back as well, and then pulled and lifted Perun with his superb wrestling skills, and Perun was completely thrown out. Creighton pounced on his back again, then twisted his arm to dislocate it.

"Light the fire." The lieutenant sat on Perun's back, raised his head and ordered Julius.

Julius glanced at Perun, who was staring at him in the center of the church, swallowed, then quickly approached the alchemy room, lit the match and quickly threw it into the liquor on the ground. These alchemical ingredients were immediately ignited, and the sunflower red and cornflower blue at the tip of the flame intertwined into a gorgeous and ever-expanding carpet.

The church was finally lit.

The wizard immediately took a step back.

The flames had formed a barrier, and he felt more at ease now.

"Close the door," Clayton said coldly.

His eyes passed through three doors in a straight line, and he looked at Osmar who was twisted in the hot air. The sadness and anger in his eyes made the werewolf extremely happy. He guessed that Osmar finally realized that something was wrong.

"He wants to stay inside, so let's fulfill his wish. Maybe the Lord of Might doesn't mind if we add an extra sacrifice."

Julius didn't complain that the job looked like it was done by a servant. He just closed the door obediently and closed the padlock on the outside.

With the closing of this door, the church in Gevo town was completely sealed.

The questions in his mind had been answered before, and Clayton told the others his conjecture: "Osmar cannot take the initiative against extraordinary beings unless he pays a considerable price. Let Clara and Barbara go. It was my mistake to attack him, now let the lifeless fire finish him off."

As his words came out, the wind around them became softer, as if they were jumping for joy for this new sacrifice.

Donna said worriedly: "I know the thirteen sacrifices were not collected, but he might also have taken our sacrifices as his sacrifices."

The knowledge of rituals is attributed to the art of evocation, which has paradigms but no fixed stereotypes. Even if Chud Osmar is unable to link the ancient magic circle in Jevo with another matching magic circle, offering sacrifices may still lead to some unknown changes, such as attracting some goblins who are keen on blood sacrifices.

The werewolf laughed. The pale face was something Donna was used to, but the tone was unfamiliar to her.

"Then you should be faster than him." The lieutenant said pleasantly. "Hurry up and sacrifice him."

The influence of the devil seemed to have begun. Donna looked at him in surprise, but Louis had already grabbed the skull again, and the singing sound again meant that he planned to continue hosting the Black Mass. The girl could not continue to think about it, and she had to join forces Selanne, who had already tried to escape, rejoined the ritual.

The werewolf nodded slightly listening to their singing and looked at the church expectantly. Explosions began to sound from the alchemy room behind the door.

The front and rear exits of the church were blocked, and the only source of light in the chapel was the broken stained window in the central dome.

Strange shadows fell from the sky, shaking slightly.

Chud Osmar knew what it was without looking up.

The vampire who had just escaped from him was blocking the last exit of the entire church. She dragged more snow onto the stained window, sealing it up again through the window that had been broken when he entered.

Natural light was completely cut off, and the room immediately became dark.

The only thing that could provide light was the fire that Clayton Bello and his party used to light the church.

There are many flammable materials accumulated in the alchemy room, and these flames are brewing fire. However, an ordinary fire is not enough to destroy this gorgeous religious building, but it can easily destroy Osmar's flesh and blood.

Osmar did not look at the flames, he just looked sadly at the head of Kuok in his hand.

This expression made Kuo Ke unable to understand.

Osmar has been through many dangers far beyond his present, and leaving here should not be a challenge for him.

No matter when or where, Osmar always has a way - this is Kuok's impression of him.

But at this moment, the impression was broken by him.

"I just realized I failed."

Osmar's eyes lost their luster, and the arrogance he had when he just entered the church was swept away. He said lifelessly: "That damn mayor never trusted me from the beginning. He left me a trap that made a The sacrifice has failed."

Kuok's teeth had been reattached and he was able to express his questions clearly.

"You should leave now and wait for the next attempt."

"There won't be such a good opportunity next time, and I may not be able to find a second chance before I die of old age. I will soon see my compatriots through the door, and I am not willing to give up. I can't," Osmar said painfully. After swallowing the last syllable, he suddenly sat down gracefully, put Kuo Ke aside, and scratched the top of his head with his hands covered with blood scabs, pulling out the bloody hair.

Moves like a monkey.

"I said, leave now."

Since discovering that he had immortality, Quok was surprised to find that he had found a long-lost peace. He could now communicate with Osmar in a normal tone.

"It's not just the fire here, I'm talking about what happens next." He said patiently. "You should get out of here and try not to interact with our people again."

Osmar stopped scratching and looked at him quizzically.

"Professor Christopher, who is of the same sect as me, is placing a bounty on a beast that is attracted by bad luck. He divined its arrival. This was revealed by the werewolf's daughter during my interrogation." Kuok stared at Osmar's eyes. : "It is larger than a goat and smaller than a horse, and it also has bendable fingers. Do I need to say more?"

"No, that's enough!"

The atmosphere between the two became tense.

Osmar's expression changed several times in the gloom. He gritted his teeth again and tore off a few strands of hair on his body. Finally he stood up angrily and started pacing around the head.

"Your worth is much higher than I thought. If you are exposed, many people will definitely be willing to kill you. Old guy, do you want to hear your own price?" Kuo Ke asked.

Osmar suddenly stopped and turned around, but ignored the inquiry. He just screamed: "Kill him for me! That Christopher! You have to promise me! Kill him!"

"Okay, I promise you. Can you leave now?"

Kuok's promise still went unanswered.

Osmar just held him up again and brought him close to his face, staring at him with his yellow eyes, as if to see from his expression whether his promise was sincere.

The answer left Osmar in despair.

"Hey, how long do you want to wait?" Kuo Ke asked impatiently. "Does it mean that you are not strong enough to open those two doors? If so, you can put my head and body together first, and I will open a way out for you."

He heard Chud Osmar mumble, so he kept silent and listened.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry but I really don't want to wait any longer."

The head frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Osmar's expression has never been so cautious. He is seeking Kuok's opinion in a flattering manner. This respectful attitude has never been seen before.

"I still want to continue the ceremony and open the 'door'."

"Aren't you missing a sacrifice?"

"Kuoke, you have forgotten that I have always been very lucky. I have a spare for the lost sacrifice."

Kuok was silent for a moment: "Then do it."

This sentence was like a ban being lifted. Chud Osmar breathed a sigh of relief, as if all his previous worries were gone and he was as happy as he had been given a second life.

With tears in his eyes, he hugged the head tightly and thanked him for his approval with a trembling voice.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you very much."

Then, he whispered a spell, and Kuok's head, together with the torso tattooed with his own image, melted like wax.