The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

"Homeland! Homeland! Your Majesty the goddess, have you seen it?"

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"Why are there only sacrificial slaves here? Where are the others?"

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"It's impossible, it shouldn't be like this! My people."

In his dream, Clayton vaguely heard Osmar's cries that turned from confusion to sadness. The figure crossed over him like a hasty rabbit and disappeared, but he had no desire at all. Needless to say, he even chased after him. Unable to get up on his own, it was not until ten minutes later that he came up with the idea of ​​​​exercising his body.

Not far from him, Louis and Donna gradually woke up.

The girl rubbed her eyes and sat up: "What happened?"

"Clara doesn't know." Clara said weakly from behind her.

The little devil seemed to have been severely hit. She was bleeding from the bottom of her neck. Clayton reached out to pick her up and looked at it, and found that there was a layer of new flesh growing under her neck.

"Her neck is getting longer," he summed up his findings simply to Donna.

"This should be her devouring the new demon in Louis' body for a second growth. This is not a bad thing. But..." Donna turned around in a daze: "But this is the result of the success of Black Mass. But if our Black Mass succeeded, why are we here? Hiss——"

Seeing the scenery around her, she took a few steps back in shock and almost fell down.

"We seem to have been sacrificed by that bastard. He is also here, but he just left." Clayton's face was very ugly. He held the human-headed spider and Louis and looked around at the same time.

They were on an open-air stone platform made up of many stone slabs. At their feet were some bloody ravines. Clayton could not completely include them in his field of vision, but the known parts had formed mysterious patterns. , seems to be the basic structure of some kind of magic circle, and they are standing in the center of the entire pattern.

The reason why it is called a basic structure is because they all saw a lot of "fillers" on the side.

Around the square, thick and long wooden piles stood up like a forest. They were of different heights. There were hundreds of them visible to the naked eye. There were more in the distance, but some were empty.

Each of the wooden stakes closest to the magic circle had a large creature pierced through it, including cows and sheep, but most of them were naked people. The blood dripped down the bodies of these sacrifices and formed a huge pool of blood on the ground. It had not even dried up yet. It seemed that they had been used as sacrifices not long ago.

The freely flowing blood filled in the ravines on the square floor after touching them, making the interlocking occult graphics seem to be painted with blood.

"What a hell." Clayton sighed.

Although she claimed to be accustomed to corpses, Donna couldn't help but sneak up on her uncle when she looked at the many fresh corpses strung on stakes and bleeding, trying to gain a sense of security from him. But out of the corner of his eye, Clayton suddenly saw the Mosquito Slayer lying on the ground not far away, so he took a few quick steps to distance himself from her.

"Clayton, wait for me!" She couldn't help shouting and quickened her pace to follow.

Clayton picked up the ax and handed Clara to Donna for self-defense.

They were on alert for a while, but no enemies appeared. Not only that, it was eerily quiet here.

The sound of birds only appeared occasionally, and there was nothing around except the sound of wind.

Lewis raised his head slightly, looked at the skyline behind the forest of stakes and made a conclusion:

"We are no longer in Gèvaux."

The other two people had no objections, because it was obvious. Further around the circle was a wider, green deciduous forest, and the arc formed by the tree crowns cut a circle in the sky. .

The environment here is completely different from that of Geva, and the season is not even winter.

The temperature in the place they were in was neither cold nor hot. It seemed to be mid-spring. Compared with that, they had too much clothes on them.

"Where is Chud Osmar? I thought I heard his voice just now?" Louis asked.

He only cared about this enemy, and no matter what happened, Osmar always knew the reason.

But Clayton shook his head, he didn't know either.

According to his opinion, it would be reasonable if Osmar killed them all, but this bastard left inexplicably. Abnormal phenomena always indicate a deeper crisis, but at least Donna survived because of this, which is also a good thing. .

Donna took a few steps closer to him.

"So we are in a foreign country now?" she asked while trying her best to roll up her sleeves.

Clayton looked down at her: "Why do you think so?"

"I heard that the seasons in different places are not consistent in the morning and evening. Mom said it is always summer where you serve."

"Don't listen to her nonsense. Every place has four seasons. Lauren is just very warm in winter." After subconsciously retorting, Clayton looked at the sky. The light above his head was between afternoon and dusk, but he couldn't see the sun. , there are a lot of clouds, covering half of the sky in layers, forming and dissipating at an alarming speed.

"The sun is gone." He suddenly said in a strange tone.

Donna also looked up and looked for the sun, but couldn't find it either.

"The sun may just be obscured by clouds," the Priest said casually. But soon, his calm expression was broken by Clayton.

The beast's hands transformed into black claws hung in front of his face, and the shortest thumb hook was almost as long as his face.

"My strength is not enough to transform during the day. In fact, I felt a relaxed feeling just after I woke up, and it seemed that there was a steady stream of power coming from me, but at the time I thought it was an illusion." Clayton's face revealed a With a relaxed smile, since he can transform, many problems are no longer a problem, and he even feels stronger than before.

The priest finally looked to the sky.

"Really not." He murmured.

"You don't need to look any further. No matter what Osmar did by sending us here, we can't let him succeed. Now we have to get out of here first," Clayton said, he pulled Donna and walked to the side.

Lewis looked at his back and suddenly asked loudly: "Wait a minute, we all suddenly appeared here, why are you not panicked at all?"

Clayton stopped, looked back at the priesthood and sighed.

"If what you want to know is 'Why am I not afraid of appearing in a strange place as soon as I close my eyes or open them', then I can tell you that when the people of the Royal Army put me on a ship and sent me to Fishbury This is what happened when I went to Ka (the scientific name of the Western Continent). Because of severe seasickness, I was dragged out of the moldy cabin of the ship that was not exposed to the sun several times when I went ashore. The current experience is not bad! "

"In addition, I learned a little about astrology in the army. As long as it is night, I can use the astrology to locate my position. So I don't worry about living in a foreign land."

The priest was silent, he seemed to be convinced by Clayton.

A breeze blew from behind the priest, blowing the hem of his black robe, and also blowing the sacrifices on the surrounding wooden stakes.

Donna held Clara with her left hand and held Clayton's arm tightly with her right hand. Looking at the bodies shaking on the many wooden piles, she asked in horror: "Why do I feel that they are shaking a little too much?"

The drooping ax blade of the Mosquito Slayer was instantly raised, and Clayton looked at the wooden stake closest to them.

The human body above was shaking slightly, but the direction of shaking was not consistent with the direction of the wind.

Clayton shook off his niece's hand and walked closer to it, quickly discovering the problem.

It's a stress tremor, in a nutshell.
"He's still alive."

He stepped back and announced to the others, but out of the corner of his eye he saw other trembling sacrifices, so he changed his words: "They are still alive."

These creatures chosen as sacrifices still retain the ability to sense.

"Everyone is like Kuok?" Donna reacted immediately and turned pale.

"I think so, and this should be what you call the second magic circle paired with the ancient magic circle in Revo."

Clayton pointed at them. Regardless of their race, these sacrifices all had tattoos of the image of the Lord Dinon on their bodies, and the number of sacrifices was far more than thirteen, and may have been several times higher.

At the same time that Chud Osmar Yurevo was trying to open the ancient magic circle, someone here was also trying to open this magic circle. Maybe it was in response to him, or maybe the two sides didn't know the other's existence.

After all, the ceremony leader here has definitely tried to open the magic circle more times than Osmar.

Clayton looked at the thousands of piercing wooden stakes and was secretly fascinated.

"I'm going to ask one of them, maybe he can provide us with information here."

The lieutenant was walking among the sacrifices. He suddenly discovered that one of the sacrifices looked similar to Chud Osmar. He did not look human, and his treatment was miserable compared to other sacrifices. His arms and legs were chopped off, leaving only his bare body hanging on the stake.

This might really be that bastard's kin, Clayton believed he must know something.

Clayton gave the man two merciless slaps but no response. Some torture techniques were used in turn on the sacrifice, but he still didn't wake up, as if he was trapped in his own nightmare forever.

Louis prayed a few words silently to the other sacrifices, and then turned to look at Clayton:

"No need to try again, they have closed their hearts and only they can decide when to wake up."

"I know." Clayton glanced at him and called, "Donna, try to use your magic to stimulate them."

"I told you, no need to try again!"

Louis' roaring voice suppressed everything and echoed above the clearing.

Clayton and Donna looked at him in surprise until he recovered himself.

"This state of slumber is used to protect themselves, because they are already very fragile. If you still use magic, it may cause permanent mental damage to them and they will never be able to wake up again. I know you You have a grudge against Osmar, but this is not him, and you should be more kind to strangers."

The priest's hoarse voice was a bit tired: "In addition, I can now confirm where we are."

"I heard Chud Osmar speak at the end of the ceremony, and you were all losing your mind at the time, and I thought you might not have heard it. So I will repeat it now. He said he was going to open the door to Fairyland."

Clayton and Donna looked at each other, but the emotions in their eyes were different.

The nasolabial folds on Clayton's face suddenly deepened and became severely distorted.