The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Clayton awoke from his shell, cold and hungry.

He was still angry, but he lost the inexhaustible strength he had just now.

Athena was no longer in her original position. He heard the spider's voice echoing in the sewer, and the teasing tone fluctuated from left to right, making it difficult to tell where she was hiding.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to touch strangers' stuff? Disrespectful, that's the price you pay for breaking into a strange lady's room."

"What did you do?" Clayton clutched his chest, the pain made him almost unsteady, and he had no time to worry about Barbara's safety.

He felt that his body was undergoing strange changes, just like when he first transformed into a werewolf, there were some extraordinary biological tissues growing under the skin, it was a completely different feeling from land creatures, the hard bones were in the The skin and flesh are pierced during the growth process, as if they are not closely related, and the sense of smell begins to fail.

It was as if he was transforming into another darkspawn.

"To be precise, I just put a little push on it, and it's mostly you who caused this. Do you remember what you did at the strip club?"

Athena's tone didn't even have a mockery, but turned into admiration - admiration for everything that happened to Clayton.

This situation is also rare for the Holy Grail Society.

The lieutenant paused, he only thought of one reason: "It's the circles and rituals you left behind."

"That's interesting. It seems that you have eaten the fetus of the primordial whale, so both the gnosis and the physical body are more likely to be attracted by the fairyland. You have enjoyed stronger intuition and power, right?" Athena The voice suddenly approached the werewolf's ear: "Now is the time for you to pay the price."

Clayton jumped away and swung his claws in the direction of the sound, but hit nothing.

The voice of the fallen clergy changed to another position: "All darkin blessings come from fairyland, which is our heaven, the embodiment of our father's divinity. That ceremony is the result of our attempt to benefit the world, but it is not yet a success. The blessings transferred by us will only stay on mortals for a short time, and then dissipate quickly, requiring constant rituals to maintain. But if it is a dark descendant, there may be different results. Either replace your identity, or be replaced by you The werewolf blessing repels away faster."

Cursing is the process by which Darkin strengthen themselves. Accepting the blessing of the same species as themselves will make them stronger, but it is also easier to lose control.

Under normal circumstances, the darkborn cannot obtain another kind of blessing, and different blessings will be mutually exclusive. Only the precious primordial whale fetus can relieve this state, and before that, no one has done so. Tried it, don't know what consequences this would lead to.

Either way, at least it had interrupted Creighton's hex progress.

She looked at Creighton as if she were looking at a cherished guinea pig: "I'll come back to you after I've dealt with another group of idiots, and if you're still sane then my previous proposal still stands. The lady I'll take it away first."

At the end of the words, Athena's voice was already close to Barbara's position.

Even if Clayton thought with the hair that fell out, he knew that she took Barbara away for no good, and his condition had been deteriorating. As time went by, the advantage would only be on the other side's side.

He regained a little physical strength by panting, enduring the pain to estimate Athena's position.

Although the spider priest can hide his movements, it is not necessary if he brings a person with him.

Barbara also seemed to have regained some consciousness at this moment, moaning.

She has not been a vampire for a long time, and she has not given up the habit of breathing. Although Athena is good at disguising, she doesn't know her well, so she can't imitate such details.

Clayton listened to Barbara's breathing, and there was a long growl in his throat, as if he wanted to spit out his lungs with grief.

At the moment the sound cut off, he pounced...and soon the worst happened.

Just like a coat hung on a coat rack, the moment he landed stiffly, the werewolf's eyes couldn't see through the darkness, but his penetrated muscles could also feel the new cold foreign body on his body.

Two sharp spider legs protruded from his chest, and as the painful signal was transmitted along the nerve, blood trickled down from the wound, making his hair wet.

"You just refuse to repent?" Athena's voice came from behind: "I know you won't give up easily. If you want to die, I am willing to accompany you."

When she said this, her tone was slightly regretful, as if she really didn't want Creighton to die, even though her actions were promoting this to happen gradually.

She slightly lowered the front pair of spider legs, trying to throw the prey off at an angle, but she failed, only making Creighton groan in pain.

"Ho-"

The howls of prey were music to the Spider-Priest, and she could not help enjoying the sight even when time was short—even though she was blind in the dark, the trembling of her limbs also made her feel alive. She reproduced the scene in her mind.

The location of the heart may vary from individual to individual, and the two huge lungs are also crucial, so she has always been biased when choosing.

Prey that loses the ability to breathe will soon lose their mobility, and the werewolf will not live long.

It wasn't until she remembered a serious problem that her joyous heart calmed down.

"Should I have pierced your lung?" She asked uncertainly.

A guy with a ruptured lung can't make a sound, that's a rule of thumb.

The prey answered.

"not yet."

The werewolf's hand grasped the spider's foot protruding from his chest, and he held it tightly, even though the claws covered with hair and thick horns were cut, he remained indifferent.

The sound just now was not a moan of pain, but a laugh he could hardly restrain.

"I finally caught you!"

Athena never thought that she would feel regret in front of the mere werewolf. She instinctively wanted to withdraw her legs, but the two legs that were inserted into the flesh and blood as weapons were also shackled by flesh and blood. Muscles grip them tightly, and steady hands as a secondary insurance.

Clayton stepped on the ground with his right foot and suddenly rotated his upper body like a primitive dance, and the dance partner behind him was forced to rotate his body with him.

Athena's body slammed into the hard and pitted inner wall of the sewer pipe, making an extremely low slapping sound, but the force was as intense as jumping from the fourth floor. Her bones and flesh wailed together, only The mouth under the nose was silenced by the new habits brought on by the brain transfer.

But even her transferred brain couldn't resist the aftereffects of the concussion and blood reflux, and a powerful beating could be regarded as an all-round attack.

The spider priest had always been proud of her lithe body, but this strength, which was invincible in assassinations, now became the reason why the werewolf could easily play with her.

The werewolf grabbed her by the leg and kept carrying her into the concrete, time and time again, even though his wound was expanding and bleeding more because of this behavior, he didn't care.

Athena thought that he would be a threat to her only if he fell into madness, she was completely wrong.

She couldn't count how many times she had been hit, and she didn't want to write down this shameful number. She just desperately added protective spells to herself, and layers of invisible barriers unfolded on her skin, and then she died again because of the impact. Annihilation layer by layer, which protected her from a lot of damage, so that she would not be killed by this rough move.

It wasn't until Clayton finally took a beat that she took this opportunity to break free from the shackles and escape from the opponent's body. She didn't even have time to guess whether the severity of the opponent's injuries was worth taking another risk, so she fled to the At the other end of the pipeline, Clayton and Barbara were left behind.

Fear had knocked her out of proportion.

With her body freed, Athena gradually regained her senses, trying to figure out how Creighton managed to avoid her own attack on her vitals.

Before his last seemingly reckless pounce, there was a long mournful cry.

At that time, she thought that the werewolf was having an affair with the lying vampire, but she didn't expect that it was a way of squeezing the lung volume by exhaling all the air. The werewolf was ready to be deceived and attacked before attacking. Prepare.

but why?
She could understand Clayton's vigilance, but she didn't understand why he knew how he was attacking.

Strictly speaking, it was the first time they played against each other.

What if she doesn't use this trick?

She thought about picking up the amulet, but she had released too much magic and her mental power was not enough to trigger a complete miracle. It could only relieve her pain, but it was enough.

Even when he avoided the vitals, Creighton continued to bleed, and his body was twisted by another blessing that was very different from the werewolf blessing.

It was because of his rapid decline that Athena had just had the chance to escape.

As soon as she figured this out, she turned back immediately.

Clayton's attack on her is definitely going all out. If she breaks free, it can only show that his strength is not strong enough to restrain her again.

When they meet again, she will definitely eat him!

Athena rushed in the direction she had come from with malicious joy, but there was no one there.

She lay down on the ground, stretched out her hand and flicked it, and a large amount of scattered hair pointed her in the direction.

Athena looked overhead, the fresh air from the surface was pouring into this underground space from the vertical shaft.

"Mr. Bello, are you okay? I also picked up your clothes and gun." Barbara asked anxiously.

She fell to the ground before and fully "heard" their fight, and also noticed the result of Clayton's inability to kill Athena in the end.

But knowing that Athena was far away, she regained a little mobility. She was able to use air-conditioning to stop Clayton's bleeding, and then made a simple bandage with his own clothes—it was really simple, just wrapped the clothes around There was only a circle around his chest.

"I'm okay."

Just lost a lot of hair.

Clayton didn't say the second half of the sentence.

He was relieved that Barbara had such a sense of combat, but the method of transfer was not very good.

The diameter of the shaft was too much trouble to fit a werewolf in. He was like a rubber ball stuck in a glass test tube. Barbara tried to pull him up. The price of success was that he lost several bald spots.

"Where are we now?" Clayton asked.

It's embarrassing to say that he just passed out for a while, and even though he was out of the sewer environment when he woke up, his eyes were still black and he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, which is a typical symptom of excessive blood loss.

Barbara's answer reassured him.

"This seems to be a warehouse with a lot of fish? There are a lot of ice next to it. I thought that woman might not dare to come here, so she took you here to hide."

Housewives have limited knowledge and cannot read the words on the warning signs.But Clayton immediately understood where he was.

He laughed: "This is a sea fish cold storage, a place that provides banquet fish food for the wealthy people in the city center. We are lucky."

With plenty of meat, he will soon be able to regain the ability to fight.

The other good news is that the extra alien organs in his body have stopped growing, and another darkin curse seems to be expelled.