The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

In the field of swords and swords, there has never been a saying about the advantages and disadvantages of shapes, only suitable and inappropriate.

Long swords are sharp and bloodthirsty, but they are not as effective against armor as battle axes and warhammers; warhammers are thick and hard to handle, but they are always slow when fighting with commoners; bows and arrows have a long range and sharpness, and they are useless against shields.
Every weapon has its own battlefield, and this swordfish, the best battlefield it belongs to is here.

Both a fish and a sword!
Clayton roared and stomped on the ground, holding the blunt front end of its caudal fin with both hands, and swung the 260-pound swordfish like a two-handed giant sword. The wind howled, and the sharp sword in front of the fish head The kiss is not reflective, and the dark color carries the strongest murderous intent.

Athena swung the thread backwards, narrowly avoiding the menacing blow.

The iron beam to which her spider silk was attached was hit by a frozen fish, which made a loud bang like a parish alarm bell, and even the straight line was dented a little.

Swordfish retreated, and the werewolf stood across the fish. Under the light of the fire circle, not only his pair of yellow eyes were shining, but Jianyu's eyes also emitted a strange light.

The cavalry sword used in the past is still too short for the werewolf, and it can't give full play to his strength advantage. In contrast, the shape and length of this swordfish are close to the limit level that he can play at present.

Its length allows Creighton to attack from a safe distance. Although the weight is too heavy, considering that it can also be used as a shield when attacking, this shortcoming is not harmful.

"Aren't you worried that the movement will attract people around you?" Athena's voice trembled a little, but this phenomenon was not out of fear, but because the beam she used to fix herself was still trembling.

For this question, Clayton smiled contemptuously. He bent his back slightly and dragged the swordfish obliquely on the ground, but at the same time, his waist, abdomen and arms were coordinating, and the bulging muscles under the hair proved this seemingly sloppy movement. In fact, he was gaining momentum, and he might unleash a thunderous blow at any time.

"The city center is mainly governed by private security. They hear strange noises and will only take their employers as far away as possible. And sheriff, that's our man. Your resourcefulness doesn't seem to be that good, little Spider." There was a very deep mocking sound in Wolf Kiss.

Clayton exaggerated the influence of the Presbyterians in the Magistrate, but he believed that Athena could not expose him.

The latter uses the time of the conversation to glance at Barbara's location.

It's a pity that the timid woman didn't give her a chance. The humble housewife was half-squatting in the corner holding two frozen rays as a shield, and would cover herself whenever there was any movement. Cursed blood couldn't penetrate such a barrier. .

Clayton noticed that her eyes were not on him. If it was normal, he would take this opportunity to attack.But now, his bones and muscles are as painful as if poured with rolling gravel, and the desire for revenge is stirring, making him long to have a serious fight with Athena, and then either he will tear each other to pieces, or he will die. There is no third assumption for smashing the other party into a pulp.

"Don't be distracted! Look at me!"

The werewolf roared, and the atmosphere in the room exploded again, and the heavy frozen fish was lifted upwards like a real long sword in his hand.

The spider was only a little slower, and the lower joints of the two legs were smashed to pieces.

She flipped and fell off the beam.

The two monsters fought together again.

Athena only had five legs now, and the flesh and blood of fish seemed to be able to make up for her body, but not the hard carapaces that were dead and damaged, and the weapons she had never seen before made her not have enough experience to deal with defense.

But she has other means.

"Don't think you're the only one who can play with fire."

Athena handed the bow to her left hand, with the five fingers of her right hand pointing upwards, and made a flame gesture. The circle of fire flowing along the whale oil droplets began to shrink, and the flame peak rose. When passing her position, the circle of fire appeared just right. Let go of the gap for one person, and then recover again after passing through, and surround Clayton alone.

She didn't rush back to the beam, that height was no longer difficult for Clayton holding the swordfish.

She bent her spider abdomen to point at Clayton, let the spinner run at full capacity, a large amount of sticky and flexible white silk thread pierced through the flames, wrapped around the werewolf and the swordfish, and the werewolf's forward burst burst into one after another A strand of spider silk, but the speed is getting slower and slower.

When he approached Athena, the "momentum" accumulated through running had dissipated, and the flames began to climb up his legs.

Swordfish weighs more than half that of a werewolf. Even if he has the strength to lift, it is difficult to swing this "weapon" well without the assistance of acceleration, which will bias his balance and disrupt him. attack tempo.

And this is an extremely dangerous situation if he himself starts to burn.

Clayton immediately changed his stance. He lifted the swordfish obliquely upwards, brushed past the burning spots, suppressed the burning effect with low temperature, and then moved his hands up and down to hold it on his chest and abdomen, and launched a Short Range Thrust - The swordfish's unique shape allows it to be wielded as a two-handed sword as well as a halberd.

The hard long kiss shuttled rapidly through the air, the fish's eyes were faint, and the fish's scales reflected silver light under the firelight.

This swordfish cleaves through the waves in the sea of ​​air as if it is still alive, mustering all its vigor to stab the opponent in front of it.

Athena didn't have time to step back, she folded all the legs on one side urgently, and her body tilted to the right according to the inertia, thus avoiding this puncture.

But just after she narrowly dodged his attack, Clayton turned his hand, and the fins growing on the swordfish's back hooked her back, and then dragged back forcefully, the sharp meniscus Like a scythe, the fish-shaped fins tore open the flesh and blood on the back of the fallen priest, and dragged her to a position close to him.

In the werewolf's eyes, the enemy was constantly approaching him. He stretched his neck, opened his kiss, and the two rows of thick fangs were ready to tear off Athena's neck.

"The evil ones retreat!"

White light and shock waves burst out from Athena's body again, forcing the werewolf back.

Blindly dragging the swordfish he was overturned by the shock wave, then scrambled to his feet as fast as he could.

But when his eyes regained his sight, he saw Athena standing where she was, and did not pursue her.

The eyes of the fallen clergy were blank. Under her left rib, a length equal to one-third of her body width was cut open by a fish fin, and wet blood gushed out continuously. The open ribs fell off again, and Clayton could even see the beating heart, the lungs that were constantly expanding and contracting, and the stomach sac that had been cut off in the upper half.

An undigested wet human eye rolled out of it.

Athena's fear interfered with her judgment again. She instinctively wanted to keep Clayton away from her, but she forgot that the sharp fins were still behind her, and the thrust generated by the shock wave provided Clayton with help instead.

The disembowelling injury was not too serious for a necromancer, but she had the amulet buried in her body to avoid close combat, which hindered her recovery from the injury.

Even if the vitals are shifted, heavy bleeding is fatal.

She staggered backwards clutching the huge wound that couldn't be healed at all, and finally tilted her body, crushing one of her remaining spider legs again.

The blood stained a large area of ​​the ground, mixed with the flowing whale oil, the flames gradually extinguished, and only a few scattered areas were still burning.

Clayton wanted to laugh, but then he couldn't help coughing.

Blood also spurted from the werewolf's mouth.

He lowered his head, only to see half of the spider limb on his chest.

Athena inserted her bow into his body at the last moment, but during the battle, the feeling of pain was suppressed, mixed with the stimulation of those different kinds of flesh and blood, so that he couldn't distinguish it.

Fortunately, it's not a bad thing.

Clayton walked slowly over with the frozen fish, and saw the blood from the fallen clergy grow on the ground like hyphae, and red cobweb veins stretched all the way to the scattered dead fish in boxes. .

Those veins expand and contract like blood vessels.

Athene Pruger is still trying to recover!

"Air conditioner!" Clayton roared in a low voice.

The cold snap that belonged to Barbara came immediately, it frosted Clayton's hair and wounds so that they could no longer burn, and it also made the holy blood on the ground begin to crystallize and solidify.

Clayton endured the numbness and pain, and dragged the swordfish towards the spider priest. He wanted to finish her completely.

"You can't stop us!"

Athena suddenly recovered part of her sanity, she lowered her head slightly, but even lost the strength to lift her head up, her eyes rolled up and stared at Clayton, showing hatred that she had never had before.

Clayton felt that she had misunderstood something by specifying.

"I don't care who else "you" are, I just want you to die." He coughed and explained, and then swung the swordfish with both hands and slashed at Athena.

He no longer cared whether the fins were in the right position so as to achieve the best cutting effect, and just focused on smashing down.

He didn't see the result made by himself until he exhausted his physical strength and dropped the swordfish that was too obstructing his vision.

Both the Spider Priest's human body and the spider's body were severely deformed, her charming face was shattered into pieces, and the internal organs and blood were crushed out from the wounds on her face and ribs, turning into a puddle of flesh.

It's like a spider being shot to death.

"What's next?" Barbara asked worriedly.

When the battle was over, she finally abandoned the ray shield and stood up.

It's just that she looked at the corpse on the ground and the werewolf dripping with blood, and swallowed uncontrollably.

Clayton ignored this expression directly, he just wanted to find a place to sleep now.

"Take me to the Pulitzer House."

He fell to the ground and panted heavily, completely ignoring the possible danger of Barbara itself, and how difficult it would be for her to transport the huge werewolf that had lost its ability to transform into the street.

Barbara was in trouble. She just threw Clayton's coat over him, shoved the gun back into his hand, and didn't know what to do next.

Until another group of people walked into the warehouse.

"Salute to you, heroic hunter, you hunted down this target faster than us."

Ignoring the bewildered housewife, Akeqi glanced at the corpse, then stroked the werewolf lying on the ground and saluted.

The following members of the action team were still holding weapons on guard when they entered the door, but they all relaxed after seeing Athena Berruger's body.

"Make a stretcher to bring this venerable gentleman back, as well as the body of Athena Brugge. Tonight's goal has been completed." Akeqi ordered.

This volume is coming to an end soon (there are about two or three chapters, I will publish it soon).After the end, the author may have to rest for a few more days, not only to adjust his work and rest, but also to adjust the outline to insert the role of the dragon suite, and to sort out the myth setting part of the book by the way.

The previous article may have rough traces due to late night rush work, and I will also polish it a little during the few days of rest (does not affect the plot, and there is no need to read it repeatedly)

The result of the adoption of the dragon building will be announced at the end of Chapter 1 starting from the next volume