The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 192
Priest Louis had greeted them, but they were still terrified at the sight of the monster.

They saw what happened to the fallen man—the monster—that was stretched like a human body by kneading dough, maybe ten feet long.

Although it still has a human head, its limbs are distorted out of shape, and its skin is bloodless and pale from head to toe.The bare body has an unusually long neck and elongated arms, like two thin pokers. The fingers are like two rows of awls, stretched upwards ostentatiously.The toes are like rabbit's feet, and there is a long, slender and curly tail like a monkey behind it, but it is as pale as its other branches, only with a deep red color like blood at the end.

When it wants to move, it uses its protruding elbows and anti-jointed legs to crawl on the ground in an unnatural biological manner.

Under the eyes of everyone, the pale monster tore open the belly of the only horse in the stable with its long, awl-like claws, and inserted its human-like head and long neck into the twitching opening, feasting on the fresh internal organs of the poor animal.

Terrifying high-pitched screams ran through the entire hotel.

Even if they didn't witness what happened, the three people in the hotel lobby heard the voice from outside the wall.

Both Donna and Julius stood up nervously, but Clayton didn't move. He recognized that the scream was not from a human, but from a horse.

There was only one horse in the stable next to the hotel, the sorrel filly Donna had brought.They had fed it when they left the inn that morning, but the poor animal was probably in danger now.

"We'll just stay here and not go anywhere," Clayton repeated Goatee's words.

He saw Donna's body trembling slightly, but her eyes were firm, so he was very worried that she would act irrationally.

The sound of gasping and crying gradually weakened, but this weakening was stirring Donna's nerves.

There are lives dying.

Her inspiration told her that it was the life she had touched.

The girl gritted her teeth and almost got out of the chair and rushed out.

Clayton put his hand on her hand, warned in a low voice and then comforted: "Don't be impulsive, I will buy you a new pony when I go back."

It didn't work, though, and Donna gave him a look of desperation in return.

"She sent me to see you." Donna looked at him sadly.

Clayton looked her in the eyes. "We're too late now, but it's not anyone's fault."

No one knew why the leatherworker didn't enter the building first, but attacked a sober horse without warning, which was much more risky than killing people.

After appeasing his niece, he also looked anxiously at the backyard.

The stables are almost close to the outer wall of the backyard, and the leatherworker also has the possibility of entering the backyard through the wall.

This may be easier than climbing the wall to enter the second floor after eating.

The patrol team also noticed this possibility, and they sent three members to accompany them just in case.

The people in the lobby couldn't see the outside scenery, they could only rely on the upstairs to transmit information, and until the horse's wailing ended, the upstairs never fired a single shot.

Clayton knew that this was due to the accuracy limitations of the firearm itself and the level of the shooter.

The army will use volleys to make up for the lack of accuracy of firearms, but the conditions for volleys are not even available here-the stables are on the right side of the backyard, and only the rightmost positions on the second floor are suitable for shooting. Other positions are easy to shoot bullets into the fence.

They had to wait for the leatherworker to approach himself until they were sure their shots were safe.

The lights in the lobby were flickering, and the three patrolmen put their shotguns between the plates and stood guard in the direction of the backyard.

Clayton took out Pei Lun's ancestral two-handed sword from behind the counter. He could not reveal his strength, and the two-handed sword was better than the axe in front of outsiders.

Peng!
Gunshots finally rang out.

It was as if a bomb had detonated in the hotel, and all the suppressed voices erupted.

There were a few low-pitched gunshots upstairs, followed by thunderous footsteps. All the gunmen moved to the room where the monster broke into for support. The people downstairs heard the goatee yelling, telling others to aim at the monster before shooting. Don’t point the gun at your own people.

The three shotguns in the lobby were ready to move, and the patrol members could not wait to leave Clayton and the others and go upstairs to support them.

They soon lost that concern.

The voice upstairs suddenly cleared up, and then the noisy footsteps beat like drums, and quickly shifted towards the direction of the stairs.

Not only the voice of the goatee, but others shouted upstairs:

"It's gone down! It's gone to you! Let those three strangers come up!"

Before these reinforcements appeared, the leatherworker rushed into their sight first.

The monster fell from upstairs, straight into the backyard, and they could see it through the short corridor by the counter, and they could hear the flesh and bones hitting the ground, and it must have been bad,

The patrol members guarding downstairs fired without hesitation. Their guns had already been mounted here, and the evil creature broke into the front sight by itself.

Three shots sounded almost at the same time, and the leatherworker's pale body trembled violently. Everyone could see that it was injured, but they didn't know how many bullets it was hit.

However, the damage done to it by the bullet was not as high as expected. It didn't bleed much, and it just shook its body and rushed through the short corridor into the lobby, rushing to Clayton and his party faster than the reinforcements upstairs.

After getting closer, they saw the specific appearance of the leatherworker, and felt sick in their hearts.

The human head on the deformed body was soaked in horse blood, making it impossible to distinguish its appearance, but they could still see its malicious expression.Such a disgusting thing is actually an intelligent creature, and none of them can accept this.

The three strangers didn't come forward. Clayton arranged for Donna and Julius to move to the stairs and prepare to go upstairs according to Goatee's instructions. At the same time, the patrolmen beside them decisively put down their shotguns, switched to flintlock pistols and aimed at the leathermaker for the second round of shooting.

After a short and quick two rounds of musket salvo, white smoke rose from the muzzle, blocking the gunmen's vision.

It doesn't matter though, they believe they just hit the mark.

The three guns were lowered gradually, and the next moment, sharp white blood-stained fingers emerged from the gunpowder smoke.

The finger that can easily disembowel a horse should have the same effect on a human body, but it is still slightly inferior to real steel.

A two-handed sword crossed a circular arc to stir up the smoke, the flashes of fire were accompanied by blood splashes, and two fingers of the leather craftsman fell to the ground.

The sudden attack made the leatherworker jump back suddenly. It fell on all fours and lay down on the ground to watch the young people who were still in shock. It is worth mentioning that this monster looked more slender at close range than Clayton saw from a distance, like some kind of giant snake-shaped devil crawling.

There is no need for priests to explain, even those who see it for the first time will feel the sense of blasphemy and the faint yearning that magnifies the extreme evil of human beings
Kill it, or be it and stand before it, people naturally think so.

Of course, races that are not human beings naturally do not have such instinctive feelings.

"Continue to reload and prepare for the next shot!"

After Clayton forced the leatherworker back, he pointed his long sword obliquely, and used his experience to direct these young people to continue their preparations.

Although he successfully contained the enemy's attack, the touch from the blade was very bad. He felt as if he was cutting a starfish, and it might be harder—that kind of sea creature is not as soft as people imagined. Its body only has a tough outer skin and extremely elastic bones.

The leatherworker's body is so strong, I am afraid that the damage it has received so far has not been able to restrain its mobility.

He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. This weapon was not the type he was good at, but it was okay to use. Pei Lun took good care of it.

"drink!"

Shouts came from the backyard.

Part of the patrol team chose the same path as the leatherworker. They landed in a more awkward posture, and they may have been injured because of it, but they completely cut off the monster's retreat.

The gate of the inn was locked, and it either tried to dismantle it under musket fire, or it chose to fight its way through the crowd.

The leatherworker's blood-stained face lost its smile.

At the same time, the patrol's reinforcements on the stairs finally came down.

A total of twelve muskets were lined up obliquely on the railing of the stairs, and their black muzzles were aimed at the monster.

Goatee's shout resounded through the lobby on the first floor.

"shooting!"

(End of this chapter)