The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 324: The Unworthy

While everyone was on guard at the top floor, Edwards entered the castle from underground!
The ancient members of the Coven were made from thief worms whose scales opened and closed on half of their bodies, releasing deadly poison gas in the dark underground. This was not fatal in Wonderland, but it was enough to make creatures with fragile respiratory systems lose all ability to resist.

In this underground place where gas cannot circulate easily, poisonous gas is almost impossible to avoid.

Edwards swam lightly through the gap in the west wall, his long snake tail twisting, creating ripples in the pool of blood, and passed through the suffocating crowd of dwarves.

Clayton tried his best to turn over and propped himself up against the wall. He saw that behind Edwards, Peleg followed unaffected, and then the four monsters crawled in slowly, followed by six soldiers holding torches. They were no longer equipped with the previous civilian clothes, but armor, and more advanced armor than the rebels.

It was a full body armor with shining silver plate and a neck guard.

Except for tiny gaps under the armpits and knees, almost all parts of these soldiers are covered with three-millimeter-thick metal plates. Their defense is extremely high, and unless their opponents are far more skilled than them, it is almost impossible to cut off their limbs.

In addition to the castle's armory, Edwards also left hidden armories elsewhere.

The breathing holes of these soldiers' helmets were wrapped with wet cloth, and there were chewing sounds inside. Clayton could faintly smell a strange spice - it was obviously used to resist poison gas.

Edwards was well prepared.

"It seems we are not the first group. Haha." Clayton laughed weakly.

The armor these men wear could not have been made in Edwards' time, unless he lied about the time he lived in or there was some outsider involved.

Edwards noticed him and swam toward him.

"Look, our new king is lying here in a mess, like a wild dog." The demon warlock exclaimed in surprise, and whipped Clayton with his tail. "I only saw that you were not human before, but I didn't expect you to be a werewolf. Considering your identity as Mensis, maybe you really have some noble bloodline."

"Why, are you going to beg for mercy now?"

"Not even close," Clayton said quietly. He no longer had the energy to yell. "Are you going to torture me? Or take away my desire, like you did to the others?"

"I originally thought so, but now I've changed my mind." Edwards's backlit face showed an inexplicable smile: "You know what? Sometimes satisfying desires is also a form of punishment, and it's more cruel than depriving them of desires."

Clayton didn't understand what he meant, but that didn't stop him from reaching out and pressing the werewolf's head.

After merging with the devil, observing desires has become his normal ability. The illusory existence surrounding other people's minds is as colorful as paint in his eyes.

However, a strange thing happened to the new king - as a werewolf, his desire for food did not exceed his desire for sleep. This showed that he deliberately suppressed his desire for sleep, and that this was a long-term behavior.

Werewolves can certainly eliminate their need for sleep by eating, but for living creatures, sleep is something they naturally desire and should not be actively rejected.

Even if some extraordinary people can stay awake all the time, they still need to sleep from time to time to readjust their body and mind.

"Are you afraid of dreaming?" Edwards asked.

Clayton said nothing, but the uncontrollable changes in his ears gave the answer.

This was indeed the case. Since he became a werewolf, he had rarely chosen to hibernate naturally. Even though many years had passed and he believed that he had walked out of fear and regret, he was still subconsciously afraid of seeing a dead person in his dreams.

This idea was almost invisible to Edwards.

In order to resist Edwards' illusion, Clayton kept recalling the thing he regretted most in his life, but this layer of defense was not much stronger than a piece of paper when the two were so close.

Seeing the changes in Clayton's thoughts and those illusory threads of connection, Edwards' mouth corners pulled up exaggeratedly:
"How pitiful! You should rest. You can sleep as long as you want this time. Forever. How about this deadline?"

This was not a negotiation, to be forever locked in a dream, to satisfy the desire for sleep once and for all while reliving the tragic memories of the past over and over again was more terrifying than simple death, and this was the unique punishment he bestowed on the new king.

When the demon's power acted on the werewolf, its eyelids drooped, and its huge yellow eyes were half covered. Its huge body was like a machine that had lost power, and it completely lost the ability to move.

After dealing with Clayton, Edwards turned to look at the red-headed men who had been torn to pieces in the corner.

These red-headed men did not participate in the battle, but that did not prevent the monsters from tearing them into pieces. Pileg was examining these bodies. His eyes swept over the complete severed hands one by one, and then he quickly came to a conclusion.

"They didn't use the power of God's favor."

Clayton had deceived them, that was his subtext.

Edwards snorted at Pileg's report, but he quickly recovered because the culprit had been punished.

"Let our distinguished guest out. I promised him, and now is the time to fulfill my promise."

The evil creature behind him opened its big mouth like a wastebasket and spat out the wet Chud Osmar. The red-headed man rolled on the ground for several times before stopping, and his body swelled up to its normal size again.

"The rest is up to you, Peleg." Edwards instructed, and then he swayed his snake tail and climbed up the stairs. He only left Peleg a soldier to help recover the fragments of the evil creature members here, and the rest of the combatants followed his "steps" and rushed up to the second floor. Peleg responded, and after Edwards disappeared, he did not care about what the others did, but walked towards Clayton. He stood in front of the werewolf, staring at it hesitantly and intently.

Osmar was the opposite of Pilege. He didn't even look at anyone else the whole time. As soon as he got up, he stumbled into the pile of broken limbs of his people, knocking over several heads that were still blinking. He stretched out his hands and tried to piece the broken pieces together, but his hands no longer supported him to do such a task.

Both of Osmar's hands were bare, and the last finger had just been consumed - to allow Edwards and his group to quickly travel underground.

Any piece of meat that the two fingerless hands tried to grab would quickly fall to the ground due to the lubrication of blood.

"Help me! Help me!" Osmar looked at Pileg in panic and screamed to bring his spirits back.

When the two helpers were splicing the red-headed man's body, Osmar was still staring at the face that looked like his own in a daze. He killed people, and even the student Kok who he had trained for many years was sacrificed. But everything he did was to come to the fairyland and see these people.

At the open-air sacrificial site, the dead spirits of his fellow tribesmen almost brought him to collapse, but now they can move and speak, and Osmar wants an answer for his years of hard work.

He looked at the bloody faces with excitement.

What a resemblance! Perhaps one of these red-headed men was his direct ancestor!

He could almost imagine the scene of many hundreds of years ago when many of his fellow tribesmen walked confidently in the city, instead of being discriminated against and attacked by uglier people in the slums because of their unhuman appearance like him.

Their clan is on the verge of extinction in the modern world. Osmar has never even seen his own parents, and has no protection from his elders.

After he grew up, he traveled around for many years and only saw two old people of his own tribe. The so-called race was already in name only. Only the persuasion of Fairyland Edwards in his dreams was the motivation for him to persist for many years.

No matter how poor these fellow tribesmen are now, as long as they can unite together, they can still rebuild their homeland!

When the upper body and head of the first red-headed man were connected again, Osmar could no longer bear it. He pushed aside the others, knelt in front of the body and asked: "What happened in the end? Where did our god go? Are there others?"

Osmar had been thinking about this series of questions in his mind for a long time, but he still stumbled when he actually said them out loud.

His question went unanswered.

The red-headed man who had just recovered looked at Chude Osmar coldly. His animal eyes, which were the same as Osmar's, did not move under the firelight, but were focused and contemptuous.

As he had done with the Moril and Clayton, he refused to speak to Osmar.

"We are the same! I am not human! Take a good look at me!"

This look was undoubtedly a huge blow to Osmar. He began to suspect that the other party reacted so coldly because he could not see his face clearly, so he stood up suddenly and put his equally hairy pink face under the torch of the soldier on the side.

It was pink, like a monkey's face.

Seeing his face, the red-head's eyes dropped slightly and rested on Osmar's hand, while twisting his body slightly.

This change is welcome, and a surprised smile has appeared on Osmar's face.

However, the red-headed man's next words directly threw him into an icy cave.

"You are the most despicable blasphemer. You even gave up the last grace of God and voluntarily became a slave of others. You are not worthy to be my fellow man. Don't come near me, it's disgusting!" The red-headed man's tone did not hide his naked disgust. His eyes were full of malice. As the owner of the evil eye, Osmar could also feel the other's emotions.

He wanted him dead.

And on the ground around them, the scattered red-headed heads all looked at him with the same eyes.

Osmar was stunned. He couldn't believe it. His body, which was trembling with excitement, stopped.

Finally, his eyes became moist and he whispered softly: "But I gave up so much just to see you."

The red-headed man opposite him was moved by his grievance and sorrow, and finally said: "How dare you put the status of the respected God below that of us mortals? You really deserve to die!"

Hearing such a response, tears rolled down Osmar's eyes. When the tears passed over his cheekbones, his expression was still full of sadness and astonishment. After a large number of tears gathered on his chin, his face was filled with indifference.

click -

He stepped on the red-headed man's chest, and blood pooled in the newly created depression.

Then the head of this fellow was destroyed.

After doing all this, Osmar turned around and greeted Pileg and another fully armored knight who were still confused about the relationship between these red-headed men, and called out in a low voice:

"You should wake up, antique dealer, and take care of them for me."