Massacred an entire human town?
Hans furrowed his brow deeply; he did not have much of an identity with the Wolf Race.
In his mind, he was just an ordinary person with the ability to transform into a Werewolf.
He clenched his fists; this Demon that massacred humans must not be allowed to escape.
Sennon sneered, "Knowing my na and not surrendering imdiately, it’s not just one or two Centurions that have died by my hands."
"Kill him!"
The pure-blooded Texas Wolf Race shouted fiercely and charged first, with Hans following closely.
Faced with the encirclent of the two, plus the elusive Kurs, Sennon showed no fear at all.
His figure flickered, and surprisingly, he spawned a doppelgänger identical to him, a black wolf double, approaching both individuals.
He kicked on the wall to gain leverage, his robust body seemingly weightless, climbing directly to the top of the Tower and attacking Hans from above, his red glowing claws leaving a deep, bone-revealing blood mark on Hans’s chest.
But Hans, as a retainer of the Heavy Armor Warrior profession, his elite ability was the special Undying Body. Although this hadn’t fully developed yet, his Life Force was still exceptionally tenacious. The pain not only failed to incite fear in him but instead awakened the wildness within.
His eyes turned bloodshot, his massive bloody mouth opened to the extre and fiercely bit down on the enemy’s shoulder.
Teeth embedded in flesh, chewing on his scapula, making a crunching noise.
Sennon’s face was full of malice, raising his claws to grab Hans’s neck.
Reality isn’t a ga; no matter how high Physical Strength converts to Life Value, a broken neck ans death!
But at that mont.
The Blood Shadow flashed again.
The Blood Blade in Kurs’s hand flowed rapidly like a chainsaw, his black trench coat tearing with a ripping sound, revealing two pairs of wide, sturdy wings.
The blood-red scythe ca slashing down. Sennon intended to dodge but was held tightly by the bite on his shoulder by Hans, forcing him to cross his claws to brace upwards, and the blood-red scythe sliced through several of his nails before barely being parried.
Seeing Kurs’s assault coming again, he gritted his teeth and kicked Hans away, allowing Hans to bite off a large chunk of his flesh, hastily dodging and retreating.
anwhile, his double wasn’t faring well against the Texas Wolf Race either.
His double only had fifty percent of his strength at full strength, which might handle a regular Centurion, but the pure-blooded Texas Wolf Race was undoubtedly a powerful character and had him firmly suppressed.
With a roar from the Texas Wolf Race, the double was split open down the middle, turning into a cloud of black mist and returning to Sennon’s body.
He said solemnly, "Indeed, you are the rebellious Race that abandoned tradition, colluding with the Wolf Race’s arch-enemy, the Blood Royal Court. No wonder the Wolf Lord insists on eradicating your bloodline and exterminating all of you."
The Texas Wolf Race sneered, "You want to destroy our ho and massacre our people, let alone the Blood Royal Court, even..."
At this mont.
A brilliant golden light shone from afar, like the rising sun, with the golden crow’s caw, illuminating the sky over Wolf Castle as bright as day.
"Holy Radiance..."
Sennon’s expression turned increasingly grim: "So, you’ve even colluded with the Holy Church."
The Holy Church, Blood Royal Court, and the Two Sicilies Wolf Race should have been antagonistic factions, yet now they have united right under his nose, giving him an ominous feeling.
The originally planned sneak attack had no effect. The Basilicata Wolf Race, along with those wretched slaves and wanderers, had been prepared long ago and had allied with the other two forces.
Buzz——
A low, deep horn sounded through the mountains.
It was a retreat signal!
His expression was undecided.
Now, all over Wolf Castle, there were battle cries; the Wolf Race soldiers attacking from the mountain wall had already engaged in fierce combat with the Texas Wolf Race, and it was unclear how much loss had been suffered to climb the battlents of Wolf Castle.
To retreat now would be to abandon all previous efforts?
The retreat horn beca more urgent.
Sennon coldly scanned everyone present, drew his hand across his neck: "I’ll let you live a little longer, clean your necks and wait for to take your lives."
After saying that, he pushed through several Texas Wolf Race mbers blocking his retreat, grabbed two severely injured companions, and leaped away, the seemingly insurmountable precipice turning into even ground for him.
"Phew."
The Texas Wolf Race exhaled a sigh of relief: "Brother Hans, how are you?"
"It’s no big deal."
Hans, back in human form, looked at the wounds on his chest where the skin had turned back, shook his head slightly. His wound healing was fast, already no longer bleeding, showing his formidable Life Force to the fullest.
Of course, this cos at the cost of consuming physical strength.
Now, he just wants to find a place to sit down for a while.
"You fought pretty well just now. It’s just a pity that you don’t seem to have received much orthodox Wolf Race combat training."
The man said as he handed over a tin box neatly packed with chewing tobacco: "I am Leon of the Basilicata, Chelina’s uncle. I’m proud that she has friends like you who are willing to lend a hand in tis of crisis."
Hans remained silent.
He never had that deep of a connection with Chelina.
Originally, he intended to cling to soone’s coattails, but it turned out he beca Furinjira’s supporter—yet the fact that he didn’t receive much orthodox Wolf Race training, rather than none at all, is indeed thanks to Chelina.
It’s just a pity that Chelina isn’t of pure-blooded Wolf Race, so what she could teach him was very limited.
"Try it, it clears your mind."
Hans instinctively refused: "Generally, anything described as mind-clearing isn’t good."
Leon laughed heartily: "It’s not that bad. Anyway, I haven’t seen anyone from our clan die from it. Try it, think of it as a celebration for seeing the sun rise tomorrow."
Hans thought so too, realizing he was no longer an ordinary person, not to ntion just chewing tobacco, even things that only severely injured in the Knight Order could use, he probably could use with ease now.
Moreover, this is a world of combat records.
Hans has always been self-disciplined, but on such a highly tense battlefield, he really needed sothing to make him forget the pain and ease his nerves.
He scooped out a piece with his fingers, put it into his mouth to chew under the other’s demonstration, and imdiately frowned, grimacing as if he wanted to spit it out, as the taste was overwhelmingly sweet and pungent with the sll of tobacco, almost dizzying.
Seeing Hans’s embarrassed look, Leon couldn’t help but laugh loudly: "Hahaha, you remind of when I first ca to Texas, learning to be a Mounted Police from an old cowboy."
"That wasn’t an easy ti. At first, Texas was almost full of wandering demons, and the xicans never thought of managing it well. At that ti it was a lawless zone, full of gold prospectors, fugitive slaves, mixed-race Hispanics, and rogues. Anyone who could avoid it would never co to such a hellish place."
"Every night when I went to sleep, I worried I wouldn’t wake up again. You have to know, those terrible demons of the wilderness had this capability—I once saw an unlucky person get drained to a mummy by a swarm of mosquito-like creatures."
Leon was clearly a chatterbox, speaking non-stop while Hans half-listened.
Kurs evidently had no interest in speaking with him. Not only did the Wolf Race dislike Vampires, but Vampires also always looked down on those coarse Wolf Race. No matter how well-grood they were, it couldn’t hide the fact that Wolf Race were initially bred by Vampires as guard dogs.
With mutual distaste, Kurs simply hid in Hans’s shadow and didn’t co out.
Leon sighed with so emotion: "You see Texas now and think it looks alright, but when I got here, it was definitely not a nice place."
"If it were really a nice place, we wouldn’t have the chance to claim it."
"Those Germans kept proclaiming the need to find a place under the sun. Compared to them, we’re nothing."
The man beca serious: "That’s why we won’t run away. There won’t be another place more suitable for us, and we definitely won’t watch as the paradise we’ve created is flattened by those bandits."
"I understand."
Leon laughed heartily: "If I survive this battle, I’ll definitely invite you to a tavern with big-bottod lasses to have a good ti."
Hans smiled: "It’s a deal."
...
Opposite Chelina, a man with dual swords heard the horn and silently stepped back. He was the Saluzzo Family’s first swordsman, the strongest next to the clan leader, and even fully leveled up, Chelina could barely fight him to a draw.
The man sheathed his twin swords: "Looks like we won’t be able to decide the winner this ti."
Chelina said flatly: "Master, you can’t win."
"Perhaps, but Yakxi won’t let this go."
Chelina understood this too. The people of the family had a tradition of stubbornness.
Hoping they’d retreat due to heavy losses was unlikely."
After all, if Basilicata, or rather the "Wolf Race Federation", won this war, the entire situation of the Wolf Race would change, aning the era of one person with supre authority would be over.
Chelina firmly declared: "We will keep winning."
"Maybe, but unless you drive the Wolf Lord out of his throne in the Two Sicilies, nothing will change. The family only stands with the winners."
"And the losers, don’t have the right to enjoy peace."
The man’s expression was a bit odd, and Chelina even felt she sensed a hint of encouragent in his tone.
He turned elegantly, waving his hand.
"Oh, by the way."
Before leaving, as if he rembered sothing, he smiled and said: "You’ve graduated, Number Three."
Chelina remained dazed for a long ti before returning her twin swords to their sheath, silently moving aside to tend to the wounded. Although the battle hadn’t lasted long, both sides had suffered considerable casualties.
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