The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 132 Enchanting

Of course, the expulsion of another darkin curse does not mean that everything will be fine.

Those strange flesh and blood just stopped growing, and the parts that had grown were still rooted in his body like sawdust in cheese. When he moved his body a little, there would be a tearing feeling inside the muscles, and they hadn't really become a part of him yet.

These blocks can only be dealt with after killing Athena.

Clayton began to think about which surgeon to see.

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

"Eat quickly, we all need to recover from our injuries and recover as soon as possible, and we can rejoin the battle in a while." The werewolf urged Barbara with a frozen fish in his mouth.

The latter did not agree with the point of view that "we still have to fight again", but she did not dare to disobey Clayton's order, and she was also worried about the revenge of that crazy woman.

Until now, she didn't know what the target who attacked her just now looked like.

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

The fish here are the best from the west coast, as good as any king can eat, and there is little fishy taste when eaten raw, and even the frozen fish tastes sweet—they are all One-in-a-million fish, the best ones are even alive and have their own giant tanks.

But these fishes are not something they can easily get their hands on. The length of three to five meters at every turn shows their own impressive strength.

Clayton, who was seriously injured, wanted to eat them and might be injured again.

As for whether this counts as stealing or not, Clayton is not going to pay the bill for them anyway.

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

In this high-end warehouse full of cold atmosphere, werewolves and vampires wander in the sea of ​​fish and cannot extricate themselves.

The moonlight penetrates through the glass skylight, and the sound of precious fish swimming in the tank, as well as the crunching sound of companions chewing, all these factors make people feel a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere.Clayton would have wanted to sleep here if Athena Brugge hadn't returned to the underworld.

Cold food is not good for the stomach, but it solves their urgent needs right now.

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

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

Even the threat of Athena Pruger herself was not beyond the limit he could accept.

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

As the wound healed, the blood circulated faster towards the stomach and the wound, Clayton felt dizzy and dizzy, and some old emotions and memories surged uncontrollably, making him seem to be caught in a war. fantasy.

In the dream, the airship of the black-shirted army covered the sun in the air and made a huge siren sound. As the giant beast in the sky moved, a series of bombs fell on his side, and the splashed mud almost The rider dismounted, and under the shadow of the airship, the Iron Knight, armed to the teeth with man and horse, and his cavalry team charged against each other.
Clayton wakes up from an inadvertent bite of ice, but his mood is comforted by these horrific memories.

Athene Pruger was by no means the most formidable opponent he had ever faced.

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

At this moment, the werewolf's mind, which had recovered its blood supply, suddenly discovered a problem that it hadn't noticed before.

"Barbara, how did you bring me in?"

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

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

Cold air can make metals brittle, a scientific phenomenon she discovered without a teacher.

"Have you notified the sheriff on your way?"

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

"So now other people can come in too," said the werewolf dryly, his yellow eyes reflecting a rapidly approaching can of industrial whale oil.

In the dark, the light blue fluorescent agent in the can is extremely eye-catching.

The lieutenant didn't have time to think about it, he swooped and caught it with the strongest and 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 got was not as heavy as he imagined—it was an empty can, and the fluorescent agent was just a thin layer of whale oil residue attached to the inner wall of the glass.

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

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

Finally, she stopped on a beam, looking down at them.

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

"Really? I don't believe it."

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

She raised her slender arm and snapped her fingers, and immediately a ring of flames engulfed all of them on the ground, and the fire light illuminated the indoor environment.

Clayton and Barbara saw Spider-Priest's real body so clearly for the first time.

Ting Ting, a blond beauty in a mourning dress, came with arched eyebrows, eyes as passionate as the clear blue water, and rosy lips that looked just right for a kiss.She is so beautiful that the wounds and dirt on her body cannot damage her charm, but add a bit of haggard and sad artistic beauty to her.

It might be more endearing if her legs were made of meat, and there were only two.

The blasphemy of the black spider bust is unparalleled.

With the appearance of the flames, the temperature in the warehouse began to rise, and the surface of the ice cubes in the boxes gradually became crystal clear.

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

He thinks that her ability must be used at a critical moment, and now is not the time.

"You think that ice can restrain me, you are right, but don't forget that the power system of this high-end warehouse is also prone to fire." Athena looked down at them and smiled, highlighting her bright and charming appearance: "Thanks to the new With the popularity of energy sources and the location you chose, a place with corpses is more suitable for my necromancy."

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

Athena didn't take his attitude seriously: "Just take it as a manifestation of my goodwill, it 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 the way he bent to pick up the revolver, her rosy lips parted.

"How did you think of exhaling to avoid my puncture? If I remember correctly, tonight is our first fight, and my past enemies are basically dead, so, can you tell me, you Where does your experience come from?"

"Is this the only problem you have?" Clayton asked without raising his head.

He fiddled with the rotary cylinder and inspected the revolver to make sure that the experience in the sewer hadn't affected its ability to shoot.

"Only this." Athena answered him in the affirmative.

Clayton laughed softly, he raised his head, 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!

Taking advantage of Athena's momentary loss of consciousness because of this answer, he emptied all the ammunition in one go.

With such lighting and positional distance, he has no chance of missing.

The bullet pierced through the flesh, piercing the spider carapace with bristles, and two different colors of blood, red and colorless, flowed out from Athena's body.

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

Athena's face was a little less radiant due to the existence of the two bullet holes, but she didn't care, as if nothing happened, and she was still in the mood to think about the truth of Clayton's answer.

"It's a surprising answer. I can't recall any daughters who have been sent to Sasha City. Most of them are still in their boudoirs."

"Her name is Clara, and she was chased and killed by you at the Mani family's old house."

Clayton couldn't find the changer, probably lost it in the sewer, so he manually reloaded three rounds and fired all at once again.

But Spider Priest's body still looked harmless with three more bullet holes, so he had no choice but to give up the hot weapon, throw the pistol aside, and pick up his own knife.

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

Athena's spider hugged the iron beam half-body and spit out a spider thread, and she landed upside down, with a slightly apologetic expression on her face.

"It's okay." Clayton comforted her: "Anyway, she won't be your daughter anymore."

Spider was not curious about this conclusion, and she didn't care about the identity of this "mysterious daughter".

"Then the conversation is over, and prepare for your death."

"Wait a moment, I will possess a demon."

Clayton inserted the cavalry knife into the empty tank just now to scrape off the remaining whale oil, and then inserted it into the circle of fire beside him. The bright light and hot temperature were immediately shared with this battle-tested weapon. The tradeoff is its longevity and strength.

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

Perhaps Athena Pruger would be the last enemy in his long life, and if she was dealt with, the days to come would be a truly "enemyless" life.

The burning blade pointed at the dangling spider.

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

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