Werewolf hunting rules

What some people don't know is that in addition to the sun and the dark moon, the most inconspicuous regular moon also gives blessings.

Although astronomers and astrologers have discovered that the regular moonlight originates from the refraction of sunlight, that daytime blessing does acquire new properties after being refracted by celestial bodies.

Those who receive the blessing of the moon are the least conspicuous,

Their bodies are weak and cannot be restrained by silver and other holy objects. Only a few of the extraordinary powers they obtain can be improved through practice.

But some innate abilities are weirder than even the cursed among the darkspawn.

The Beastwalker is a manifestation of the blessings of the moon.

They have similarities with the shapeshifters among the dark descendants, such as the ability to speak bestiality, but there are more differences.

Werewolves come in three forms: human, werewolf, and wolf form.

Clayton hasn't mastered the last one yet, but in any case, these changes were carried out on his original human body.

The beastwalkers are different, they have two separate bodies.

One is a human and the other is their corresponding animal, but neither possesses extraordinary power - except that the animal body can enjoy the same lifespan as the human body.

When one of the bodies loses consciousness, the beastwalker's soul will attach itself to the other body and continue its activities.

Haun seemed to be a rat walker, and Creighton had just killed his human body, which meant that when Creighton looked at the densely packed black rats in the mansion, he had to kill Haun once before he was done.

But you can imagine how difficult it is to find the one with a human soul among these thousands of ordinary mice.

The rats swarmed towards them like a black tide.

"Clara is going to be eaten!" Clara screamed in horror in the birdcage.

The wires of the birdcage are tightly arranged, but silver is not a strong metal, and the mice certainly don't mind grinding their teeth on it. If it is eaten by a mouse, it will be impossible for the body to recover.

"Clara, don't underestimate Clayton."

Clayton was calm and composed, and the rats surrounded them, but this did not mean that Haun could cause him much trouble.

The reason is because he has richer life experience.

In the southern part of the kingdom, some people were surprised to find that when mint flower arrangements were placed in their homes, pesky rodents no longer wanted to visit that room.

Natural mint has the ability to repel rats.

Since Clayton developed the habit of eating raw meat, in addition to more frequent oral cleaning work, he also often carries oral deodorant with him, which happens to contain a large amount of peppermint essential oil.

He took out the glass bottle of deodorant from his coat pocket, raised it high with his right hand and crushed it. The fragrant and irritating liquid inside splashed out and was smeared on his body and the birdcage indiscriminately.

The scent evaporated quickly and the rats fled back as quickly as they had come.

No rats would dare attack Clayton for at least three hours.

When the rats retreated, only one rat stood in place.

Of course, it also felt a natural aversion to the smell of mint, but human rationality made it restrain its instinct immediately. It still wanted to command other mice not to retreat, but instead was knocked out of balance by other mice and failed to imitate their actions in time. , becoming a "gregarious" mouse.

Nothing good came of this courage and uniqueness.

Of course, the speed of the mouse cannot keep up with the werewolf, and its ending is very clear.

Clayton didn't expect oral deodorant to be so effective. He held the Horn rat in his hand and observed it. The mouse's pure black eyes didn't know if they were looking at him, but this body was much cleaner than its human body.

The lieutenant's face was now a giant compared to it: "Now we can see together what the Holy Grail will leave here."

He mockingly stuffed the Horn rat into the birdcage. It squatted on the head and chewed Clara's blond hair angrily, causing her to protest fiercely.

Opening the door to the basement, the structure of the basement here is quite similar to that of Clayton's house. It is still a slope that requires him to bend down and lower his head to enter, but the collection inside is more amazing than his house.

A terrifying blood-red sarcoma stretched out thick and long blood vessels like a plant, taking root deeply in the cement floor.

Nothing else.

Its height was too high, and the place where it reached the top of the basement was completely flat, and the meat slowly expanded and contracted like breathing.

Strangely, Clayton smelled an alluring aroma from it.

He couldn't believe that he could still have an appetite for something so ugly and profane, but after thinking about it, he had eaten Clara, and he felt less uncomfortable.

"What is this?" he asked Haun Mouse, but the latter's body was now just an ordinary mouse, its intelligence was greatly degraded compared to the human body, and its vocal cord structure did not allow it to answer with a human voice.

"Clara, do you know what this is?"

Clara acted normally: "Clara doesn't know."

"It seems that no one can explain to me what this is." Clayton said to himself, keeping his eyes on the weird sarcoma.

This thing doesn't seem to have any attack organs, so it can be eaten.

Although the surface looks bumpy, on the other hand, no poison glands have been found, so it should be edible.

Haun said before that this is a sacred object, an important thing that "mother" asked him to protect.

Clayton didn't know what it was, and he didn't need to know what it was. As long as it was destroyed by something that the Holy Grail would care about, it would be revenge, and eating it would be a way to destroy it.

Also, he's a little hungry now and wouldn't mind eating something.

The werewolf didn't know whether he was conscious or not, but he began to unconsciously defend the behavior of eating this thing.

The one who wins in the end is the "eating" side.

Clayton had already lost his temper once today and had taken the special medicine from the Presbyterian Church.

But this time, the special medicine could not overcome his natural desire. He took off his clothes on his own initiative, transformed into a werewolf form, and threw himself on the lump of meat to feast on it.

His nails and teeth dug into the flesh, and blood flowed out.

But it seems to have no pain nerves and maintains a uniform expansion and contraction movement during the process of being fed.

When Clayton felt a strong sense of fullness and took the initiative to stop eating, the lump of meat was less than one-tenth smaller and still active.

"How did I lose control?"

He licked his teeth. He didn't feel any nausea at all. He only felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth.

After turning Clara around, Clayton put his clothes back on, regretting and thinking seriously.

This thing is so weird that ordinary cutting alone may not be able to destroy it.

Maybe it can be burned with fire, or maybe he can come a few more times

"I found something strange."

This is what Clayton told Elder Gronje.

He didn't know where Gronje himself was, but after he revealed the information about the loot at the Pulitzer family mansion, Gronje himself rushed over.

Before the conversation, Elder Gronje had hinted to him not to reveal that the source of this thing belonged to the Holy Grail Society. If he knew the source and accepted Clayton's trophies, it would be equivalent to the Elders Council supporting him in attacking the Holy Grail Society.

Their contract with the Holy Grail Society does not allow this to happen.

Even if everyone knows it well, they cannot say it out loud.

Groene picked up a piece of flesh that was still crawling that Clayton had brought back, observed it carefully under a magnifying glass, then tore off a bit with his own hands and put it into his mouth to chew, nodding with satisfaction.

“Very incredible”

Clayton asked him, "So what is this?"

"This is a piece of placenta."

"I wonder what's so special about it?"

Grone simply put the whole piece of flesh and blood into his mouth, chewing it with blood splashing everywhere:

"It's extremely nutritious."

Clayton stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the table in dissatisfaction: "Elder, you know that's not what I want to know."

"But knowing more is not a bad thing. Being particularly nutritious means that it can enhance your abilities and help you master the power of werewolves faster." Gronje swallowed the flesh and blood, not intending to joke with Clayton: "I I suggest you go to the market to buy more, they will be really useful to you."

"This placenta is not something you can buy. It looks extraordinary. I couldn't control my appetite after seeing it," Clayton said.

Groene pondered for a moment: "The placenta has a sacred image of being connected to life. Fresh placenta is used in many rituals. If it is the placenta of a powerful strange beast, the effectiveness of the magic will be terrifyingly strong, and it may even contain a certain content of it. It's normal for blessings and curses to attract your appetite. By the way, how much did you eat?"

"Less than one tenth."

"It seems you have good self-control."

Clayton knew he had misunderstood something: "That placenta was taller than me."

Elder Gronje's expression lost control for the first time. He frowned and began to try to recollect the taste in his mouth.

"That must be a very awesome evil beast!"