Werewolf hunting rules

Of course, just because another darkin curse has been driven away doesn't mean everything will be fine.

Those alien flesh and blood just stopped growing, and the parts that had grown were still rooted in his body like sawdust in cheese. If he moved his body a little, he would feel a tearing sensation inside his muscles. They had not really become a part of him yet.

These obstacles can only be dealt with after killing Athena.

Clayton began to consider which surgeon to choose.

He still needs to be wary of this type of spell, because Athena may cast a similar curse on him next time.

"Eat quickly, we all need to recuperate and recover as soon as possible before we can return to the battle." The werewolf urged Barbara with a frozen fish in his mouth.

The latter disagreed with the view that "we have to fight again", but she did not dare to disobey Clayton's order. She was also worried about the mad woman's revenge.

Until now, she still doesn't know what the target that just attacked her looks like.

Barbara picked up a sardine from the ice cubes and reluctantly took a bite. Then her eyes lit up and she quickly joined the feast.

The fish here are all the best sent from the west coast. They are the same as what a king can eat. They rarely smell fishy when eaten raw. Even the frozen fish tastes fresh and sweet - they are all One-in-a-million fish, the best of which are even alive, have their own giant tank.

However, these fish are not something they can easily get their hands on. Their lengths of three to five meters illustrate their considerable strength.

Clayton, who was seriously injured, might get injured again if he tried to eat them.

As for whether this was considered stealing, Clayton wasn't going to pay the bill for them anyway.

If the fish is put here, it deserves to be eaten.

In this high-end warehouse filled with cold atmosphere, werewolves and vampires can't extricate themselves from the ocean of fish.

The moonlight shines through the glass skylight, and the sound of precious fish swimming in the tank can be heard in the ears, as well as the crunching sound of companions chewing. All these elements make people feel a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere. If it weren't for the fact that Athena Bai Luge had not yet returned to the underworld, Clayton would have wanted to sleep here.

Cold food is not good for the stomach, but it solves their urgent need at the moment.

Barbara's body injured by the holy water was gradually recovering, and due to the intake of nutrients, Clayton's lacerations and penetrating wounds under his fur healed quickly.

On the outside, he barely looked injured. But those long wounds didn't disappear, they just narrowed and were hidden under the werewolf's black hair and blood, causing him excessive fatigue and pain like grinding stones between muscles, but Clayton could still bear it. within the range.

Even the threat from Athena Bailuge itself did not exceed the limit he could accept.

In terms of intensity alone, this is far from being called a war.

During the healing process of the injury, blood circulated rapidly towards the stomach and the injured area. Clayton felt hot-headed and dizzy. Some old emotions and memories surged uncontrollably, making him seem to be trapped in a war. Fantasy.

In the dream, the airship of the Black Shirt Army blocked the sun in the sky and emitted a huge siren sound. As the behemoth in the sky moved, a series of bombs hit him, and the splashed soil almost threatened to destroy him. The rider dismounted, and under the shadow of the airship, the Iron Knight and his cavalry team, armed to the teeth, charged against each other.

Clayton woke up from accidentally biting an ice cube, but he felt comforted by these horrific memories.

Athena Belugo was by no means the most formidable opponent he had ever faced.

When he stopped chewing, the only sound in the warehouse was Barbara's chewing.

At this moment, the werewolf's mind, which had regained its blood supply, suddenly discovered a problem that he had not noticed before.

"Barbara, how did you bring me in?"

The fish freezer is definitely locked, and the skylight shows no signs of damage.

Barbara put the fish down and explained in a panic: "I used the sword you gave me to cut off the lock bolt, and then I came in."

Cold air can make metal brittle, a scientific phenomenon she discovered without any knowledge.

"Did you notify the Sheriff on your way?"

The female vampire shook her head: "I didn't see any police officers patrolling around here, so..."

"So now others can come in," the werewolf said dryly, his yellow eyes reflecting a fast-flying industrial whale oil can.

In the dark, the bright white fluorescent agent in the can is extremely eye-catching.

The lieutenant didn't have time to think too much. He swooped down and caught it with the strongest yet gentlest force he had ever done in his life.

It is common knowledge that violent shocks can cause whale oil to explode.

However, the weight he received was not as heavy as he imagined - it was an empty can, and the fluorescent agent was only derived from a thin layer of whale oil residue attached to the inner wall of the glass.

"You want our event to be private, don't you?"

Athena walked down the wall, leaving large cobwebs where she passed and clinging to the beams of the warehouse.

Finally, she stopped on a beam and looked down at them.

"I have to admit, I was indeed careless just now, but your good luck ends here."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Clayton's reply made Spider choke: "You just can't accept your fate, but fate will not change for you. Your fate is to die here, in my hands."

She raised her slender arms and snapped her fingers, and a ring of flames immediately ignited on the ground, enough to surround them all, and the firelight illuminated the indoor environment.

For the first time, Clayton and Barbara saw the true form of the Spider Priest so clearly.

Tingting, a blonde beauty dressed in mourning clothes, walked over. Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes were as passionate as the clear blue sea water, and her rose-colored lips looked suitable for kissing. She is so beautiful that the wounds and dirt on her body cannot damage her charm, but instead add a bit of haggard and sad artistic beauty to her.

If her legs were made of flesh, and there were only two, it might be more endearing.

The blasphemy of a black spider half is unparalleled.

As the flames appeared, the temperature in the warehouse began to rise, and the surface of the ice cubes in the box gradually became crystal clear.

Barbara anxiously released the freezing air, trying to maintain the state of the ice, but was stopped by Clayton.

He believes that her abilities must come into play at a critical moment, and now is not the time.

"You are right to think that ice cubes can restrain me, but don't forget that the electrical system of this kind of high-end warehouse is also prone to fire." Athena looked down at them and pursed her lips with a smile, which highlighted her bright and charming appearance: "Thank you Xin The popularity of energy, as well as the location you selected, a place with corpses is more suitable for my necromancy."

Of course, dead fish can also be used as materials for necromancy.

"You don't need to tell us so much." He interrupted the other party coldly.

Athena disapproved of his attitude: "Just think of this as a manifestation of my goodwill. This will at least allow you to live a little longer. In exchange, I also have a question to ask you."

She looked at Clayton, ignoring his movement to bend down to pick up the revolver, her red lips opening and closing.

"How could you think of using your breath to dodge my piercing? If I remember correctly, tonight is our first fight, and most of my past enemies are dead. So, can you tell me, you Where does the experience come from?”

"Is this your only question?" Clayton asked without raising his head.

He turned the rotating cylinder and inspected the revolver to make sure that the experience in the sewer pipe would not affect its shooting performance.

"Only this." Athena answered him affirmatively.

Clayton laughed softly. He raised his head and pointed his gun at the spider on the web: "The answer is simple. You and your daughter are really very similar."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Taking advantage of Athena's brief distraction due to this answer, he emptied all the ammunition in one breath.

Under such lighting and positioning distance, there was no chance of him missing.

The bullet penetrated the flesh and penetrated the bristly spider carapace. Two different colors of blood, red and colorless, flowed out of Athena's body.

But then, the bullet was flushed out of the wound by blood.

Athena's face was somewhat dimmed by the presence of two bullet holes, but she didn't care, as if nothing happened, and she was still in the mood to think about whether Clayton's answer was true or false.

"What a surprising answer. I can't remember any of my daughters who have been sent to Sasha City. Most of them are still in their boudoir."

"Her name is Clara, and you left her in the old mansion of the Mani family to hunt down Joe Mani."

Clayton couldn't find the changer, probably lost it in the sewer, so he loaded three rounds by hand and fired them all again.

However, the Spider Priest's body still looked harmless despite the three bullet holes in it. He had no choice but to give up the thermal weapon, threw the pistol aside, and picked up his knife.

"Sorry, I can't remember, but maybe there was such a person."

Athena's spider half hugged the iron beam and spit out a piece of spider silk. She hung upside down and lowered down, with a slightly apologetic expression on her face.

"It's okay." Clayton comforted her: "She will no longer be your daughter anyway."

Although he could not enter the cursed state again, his anger was still growing steadily because of the other party's attitude.

Spider was not curious about this conclusion. She didn't care at all about the identity of this "mysterious daughter".

"Then this conversation is over and prepare for your death."

"Wait a moment, I'll enchant you."

Clayton put his cavalry sword into the empty can and scraped off the remaining whale oil, and then put it into the ring of fire next to him. The bright light and hot temperature were immediately shared with this battle-hardened weapon. The trade-off is its longevity and strength.

However, he believed that he might not have the chance to use this old friend again in the future.

Maybe Athena Bai Luge will be the last enemy in his long life. Once he gets rid of her, the days to come will be a truly invincible career.

The flaming blade points at the hanging spider.

Clayton gave her a long kiss and bared his fangs: "Come on now, I can't wait to retire."