Werewolf hunting rules

While everyone was on guard at the top, Edwards entered the castle from underground!

The ancient members of the Witch Club come from the half-body scales of thief worms that open and close, releasing deadly poisonous gas in the dark underground. This is not fatal in the fairyland, but it is enough to make creatures with fragile respiratory systems lose all their ability to resist.

In this underground place where gas is difficult to circulate, poisonous gas is almost impossible to avoid.

Edwards walked lightly through the gap in the west wall, his long snake tail twisting, ripples in the pool of blood, and passing through the suffocating dwarf colony.

Clayton tried his best to turn over and propped his body up against the wall. He saw behind Edwards, Pleg followed him unaffected, and then four evil things slowly climbed in. , there are six soldiers holding torches behind them. Their equipment is no longer the previous citizen clothes, but armor, and it is more advanced armor than the rebels.

It was full-body plate armor with bright silver light, and a neck guard.

Except for the extremely small gaps under the armpits and knee sockets, almost all parts of these soldiers are covered by three-millimeter-thick metal plates. Their defense power has reached an exaggerated level. Unless their opponents are far superior to them in technology, they will not want to It would be nearly impossible to dismember them.

In addition to the castle's armory, Edwards also left hidden armories elsewhere.

The breathing holes of these soldiers' helmets were all wrapped in wet cloth, and there was the sound of chewing inside. Clayton could faintly smell a strange spice--it was obviously used to resist poison gas.

Edwards is really well prepared.

"It seems we are not the first group. Haha" Clayton laughed weakly.

These men were wearing armor that would not have been made in Edwards' time, unless he lied about his time, or there were other outsiders.

Edwards noticed him and swam toward him.

"Look, our new king is lying here in a mess, like a wild dog." The demon warlock sighed in novelty, and slapped Clayton with his tail. "I only saw that you are not human before, but I didn't expect that you are not human." It’s actually a werewolf. Considering your status as Mansis, maybe you have some noble blood.”

"What, are you going to beg for mercy now?"

"Not even close." Clayton said lowly, he no longer had the strength to shout: "Are you going to torture me? Or take away my desire, just like you do to other people. ?”

"I originally thought so, but now I have changed my mind." Edwards' backlit face showed an inexplicable smile: "Did you know? Sometimes satisfying desires is also a kind of punishment, and it is more cruel than depriving desires."

Clayton didn't understand what he meant, but that didn't stop him from reaching out and pressing the werewolf's head.

After merging with the devil, the desire to observe has become his regular ability. The illusory existence surrounding other people's minds is as bright as paint in his eyes.

A strange thing happened to the new king - as a werewolf, his desire for food was not greater than his desire for sleep. This showed that he deliberately suppressed his desire for sleep, and did so for a long time. Behavior.

Although werewolves can suppress their need for sleep by eating, for creatures, sleep is something they naturally crave and should not be actively rejected.

Even if some extraordinary people can stay awake all the time, they still need to sleep from time to time to readjust their bodies and minds.

"Are you afraid of dreams?" Edwards asked.

Clayton didn't speak, but the uncontrollable changes in his ears already gave the answer.

This was indeed the case. Since he became a werewolf, he rarely chose to sleep naturally. Although many years had passed and he believed that he had overcome his fear and regret, his subconscious was still afraid of seeing a dead person in his dreams.

This idea barely escaped Edwards.

In order to resist Edwards' illusion, Clayton kept recalling the most regrettable thing in his life, and this layer of defense was not much stronger than a piece of paper when the two were so close.

Seeing the changes in Clayton's thoughts and those illusory threads of mutual involvement, Edwards's mouth corners exaggeratedly pulled up to both sides:

"How pitiful, you should rest. You can sleep as long as you want this time, forever. How about this time limit?"

This is not negotiating. Being locked in a dream forever, satisfying the desire for sleep all at once while reliving the tragic memories of the past over and over again. This is more terrifying than simple death, and this is the unique punishment he bestows on the new king.

When the devil's power acted on the werewolf, its eyelids drooped, its huge yellow eyes were half-covered, and its huge body was like a machine that had lost power, completely losing its ability to move.

After dealing with Clayton, Edwards turned to look at the torn red-headed men in the corner.

These red-headed men did not participate in the battle, but it did not prevent the evil creatures from tearing them into pieces. Pileg was inspecting these bodies. His eyes swept over the intact severed hands one by one, and he quickly came to a conclusion.

"They did not use the power of the gods."

Creighton lied to them, that was his subtext.

Pileg's report made Edwards snort, but he quickly regained his composure because the initiator had been punished.

"Let our distinguished guest come out. I promised him. Now it's time to fulfill my promise."

A monster behind him opened its big mouth like a wastebasket and spit out the wet Chude Osmar. The red-headed man rolled on the ground for several rounds before stopping, and his body swelled back to normal size.

"The rest is up to you, Peleg." Edwards instructed, and then swayed his snake tail to crawl towards the stairs. He only left Peleg a soldier to help restore the fragments of the monster members here, and the rest of the combatants followed his "pace" and rushed up to the second floor.

Peleg responded, and after Edwards disappeared, he didn't care what the rest of the people did, but walked towards Clayton. He stood in front of the werewolf, staring at it hesitantly and intently.

Osmar was the opposite of Peleg. He didn't look at anyone else from beginning to end. As soon as he got up, he stumbled into the pile of broken limbs of his own people, knocking over several heads that were still blinking. He stretched out his hand and tried to piece the fragments together, but his hand no longer supported him to do such a job.

Osmar's hands were already bare, and the last finger had just been consumed - to allow Edwards and his party to quickly pass through the underground.

If the two fingerless hands wanted to clamp any pieces of meat, they would quickly fall to the ground due to the lubrication of blood.

"Help me! Help me!" Osmar looked at Pileg in panic, screaming to call back his spirit.

When the two helpers were splicing the body of the red-headed man, Osmar was still staring at the face that looked like his own in a daze. He killed people, and even the student Quoke who had been trained for many years was sacrificed. But everything he did was to come to the fairyland and see these people.

At the open-air sacrificial field, the dead spirits of these fellow tribesmen almost made him collapse, but now they can move and speak, and Osmar will also seek an answer for his years of hard work.

He looked at these bloody faces excitedly.

How similar! Perhaps among these red-headed people there are his direct ancestors!

He could almost imagine that many centuries ago, many of his people walked calmly in the city, instead of being discriminated and attacked by uglier people in the slums because of their different appearance from humans, like him.

Their tribe is on the verge of extinction in the present world. Osmar has never seen his own parents, and he can't get the protection of his elders at all.

After he became an adult, he traveled around for many years and only saw two elderly people of the same tribe. The so-called race was dead in name only. Only the persuasion of Fairyland Edwards in his dream was the motivation for him to persist for many years.

No matter how destitute these people are now, as long as they can unite together, they can still rebuild their hometown!

When the upper body and head of the first red-headed man were reconnected, Osmar could no longer bear it. He squeezed away the others, knelt in front of this body and asked: "What happened in the end? Where did our god go? Are there others?"

This series of questions has been in Osmar's mind for a long time, but he still stumbled when he really said it.

His questions were not answered.

The red-headed man who had just recovered looked at Chude Osmar indifferently. His animal eyes, which were the same as Osmar's, did not move under the firelight, and he was focused and contemptuous.

Just like when he faced the Morrells and Clayton, he refused to speak to Osmar.

"We are the same! I am not human! Take a good look!"

This look was undoubtedly a huge blow to Osmar. He began to suspect that the other party had such an indifferent reaction because he could not see his face clearly, so he stood up suddenly and put his equally hairy pink face under the torch of the soldiers on the side.

It was pink, like a monkey's face.

Seeing his face, the red-headed man's eyes drooped slightly and placed it on Osmar's hand, and his body twisted slightly.

This change was gratifying, and a surprised smile appeared on Osmar's face.

However, the red-headed man's next sentence directly hit him into an ice cave.

"You are the most despicable blasphemer. You even gave up the last grace of God and voluntarily became a slave of others. You are not worthy of being my people. Don't come near me, it's disgusting!" The red-headed man's tone did not hide his naked disgust. His eyes were full of malice. As the owner of the evil eye, Osmar could also feel the other's emotions.

He wanted him to die.

And on the ground around them, the scattered red-headed heads also looked at him with the same eyes.

Osmar was stunned. He couldn't believe it all. His body trembling with excitement also stopped.

Finally, his eyes became moist, and he whispered softly: "But I gave up so much just to see you."

The red-headed man opposite him was moved by his grievance and sorrow, and finally moved: "How dare you put the status of the God below us mortals, you really deserve to die!"

Hearing such a response, tears fell from the corners of Osmar's eyes. When the tears passed through his cheekbones, his expression was still full of sadness and astonishment. After a large amount of tears gathered on his chin, his face was only indifferent.

Ka——

He stepped on the chest of this red-headed man, and blood gathered in the newly created depression.

Then it was the head of this fellow tribe that was destroyed.

After doing all this, Osmar turned around and greeted Pilege and another fully armored knight who were still confused about the relationship between these red-headed men, and called out in a low voice:

"You should wake up, antique dealer, and take care of them for me."