The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 327: Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts
The noisy battlefield where the evil creatures and the Moril people fought together was filled with the sound of chaotic fighting.

Edwards had already reached the third floor of the castle via the stairs. There was no door blocking his view, and he could see the scene in the corridor at a glance.

The warriors, the evil creatures, and the soldiers were all covered in blood, fighting each other without being able to distinguish between friend and foe, and no one looked back.

Bathem disappeared, but Edwards didn't care. When the dwarves were crowded together, it was difficult to distinguish them. Bathem had a bad relationship with the miners, and they must not have many exorcism stones to use. He only cared about one person.

The black-haired girl had her back to him, silently gazing at the pale yellow sky beyond the gap above, while the Baal's followers climbed on her shoulders. A transparent field invisible to ordinary people enveloped them. The power came from the old unicorn of Brakora, which could protect people's spirits and preserve purity.

Even without the little devil, Edwards could not interfere with the girl's mind by his own means. He was just glad that the girl was not a skilled fighter.

And now, the witch who was restraining him had not yet noticed his arrival.

There was a connection between the demons, but Edwards obscured it.

Even though they are both demons, their natures are completely different, just like their kings. Baal's destructive power is unmatched, while Einath focuses more on sensory changes.

Edwards looked at the backs of these people and smiled. He did not intervene in their fight, nor did he announce his presence. He just stretched out his hand and tried to adjust their emotions with the help of the ubiquitous sediment of human hearts.

The power of the demons began to take effect imperceptibly. The angrier the angrier, the more they abandoned defense and threw themselves into the attack. The fearful began to retreat, tearing the formation apart from the inside. The sudden change made these people pay more attention to the battle situation. Some warriors had to deal with more attacks from evil creatures and soldiers from this country, and some would rather expose their backs to the enemy and kill their fleeing teammates. The scene was so chaotic that it was unbearable to watch.

Stubborn dwarves are like people with unreconciled thoughts in their heads, and they are easier to control than ordinary people.

Edwards therefore does not consider them to be human.

While casting the spell, he did not forget to release poison gas. The scales on the lower body of the snake's tail stood up one by one again, and the densely packed miniature tumor-like glands underneath contracted, and the oily secretions evaporated quickly and mixed into the air.

The dwarf warriors closest to the stairs were the first to inhale the poisonous gas. They were small in stature and their breathing was more intense than that of humans, so they immediately staggered and fell to the ground.

But further away, the dwarves did not lay down their weapons. They were still fighting and paying no attention to their fallen companions.

It might be that the poison gas was spreading too slowly, and he needed to move forward a little more to speed up the effect of the poison gas - Edwards thought, he slowly moved forward, stepped into the battlefield cordially, and greeted those soldiers who had not been affected yet.

The next moment, the shields attacking from both sides gave him the same friendly response.

The two shields, which were wide enough to completely cover the shield bearers, closed together like an iron wall, trapping the dark wizard before he could even prepare. Groans of deformed flesh and bones were heard instantly, and in addition to the pain from being squeezed, there were many horrible tingling pains coming from all over the body.

The half-human, half-snake wizard roared wildly, and his snake tail circled and ricocheted on the ground, trying his best to escape from between the two shields.

His body retreated to the stairs and returned to a safe place, but his body was bleeding and broken scales were scattered all over the ground.

"Kill them!"

No longer caring about hiding, Edwards shouted angrily without hesitation.

Five elite warriors in plate armor passed behind him and rushed into the Moril people to kill them. The two dwarves who attacked their master with shields were chopped up first, followed by the dwarves fighting the evil creatures. They were not unaware of the enemy behind them. The plate armor made a lot of noise when it moved, and half of them chose to turn around to deal with the enemy behind them, but when the five two-handed giant swords rotated together, the long-blunted spears and the Moril spearmen behind them were cut into several pieces.

These plate-armored warriors moved freely on the sloping ground without feeling dizzy due to the unbalanced environment. Edwards' illusion was not only to deceive the enemy, but adjusting one's own senses was the original purpose of this magic.

On the other hand, the evil creatures that fell from the sky also coordinated with these attacks, instantly eliminating the combat effectiveness of one-third of the rebels.

As they rushed in, the witch changed her position again. She hid in the crowd and pointed a finger at the soldiers in plate armor. The little devil on her shoulder also spoke at the same time, but nothing happened.

The power of Baal was of no use against the exorcist stones.

Victory was within his grasp, Edwards sneered and ignored her, checking his wounds in the company of the evil creature that followed him.

Even though his scales protected him, his body was still covered in numerous serious injuries, as if numerous blades had slashed at him when the shield attacked him. He could feel something unusual piercing his flesh, like some kind of wooden thorn, but larger than that.

He blocked out his own pain, dug his fingers into the wound, and unearthed a grain of gravel.

This was also an exorcism stone, but it was intentionally processed into a smaller shape, only half the size of a little fingernail. Edwards finally understood what this move was. He bent down and picked up a shield that had just attacked him. Looking at the bumpy surface on it, he could no longer hide his anger and roared wildly.

How dare these dwarves to use exorcism stones nailed to their shields to attack him!
Now there are at least hundreds of such fragments embedded in his body. Until they are completely cleared out, he will no longer be able to use the power bestowed upon him by Ainate.

In fact, some of the dwarves had gradually recovered. They tried to bypass the plate-armored warriors and rush to Edwards. The poison gas seemed to have no actual effect on them, which might be related to their bloody beards. Edwards couldn't figure out what kind of witchcraft it was.

He raised his head and glared at the witch, and saw that in the witch's arms there was the head of the evil creature and the lungs connected to it.

After discovering that the most powerful magic was ineffective on the plate armor warrior, she skillfully stuffed the bloody and still wriggling meat into her mouth, not caring that the blood would stain her pretty face.

"Is this a parasitism technique?!" The corner of Edwards' eye was torn due to the force, and blood was also shed.

The king's child is using parasitism to gain immunity to poison from the evil creature.

And he had never thought that anyone would use witchcraft in this way.

The alchemy of Brakora is all unconventional, but only the parasitism is a very sophisticated spell. Those witches who are good at making medicine believe that the nature of plants and animals is retained in a part of them, and they will preserve these characteristics through the parasitism to prepare potions, so that people can also temporarily obtain the same abilities through the potions.

But beginners are simply unable to control this kind of spell, and the age of the materials seriously affects the success rate of the spell. As long as they are taken down for a short while, their spells will easily become ineffective, and they will not have time to get through the subsequent medicine preparation stage.

Ever since Edwards discovered that the girl was really young, he subconsciously treated her as an apprentice. He never thought that she could display the talent of parasitism. Perhaps she was indeed unable to use parasitism to prepare extraordinary potions in the world.

But this is wonderland.

When the witch grabbed the evil creature's lung and stuffed it into her mouth, it was still alive. It was always fresh, so the witch's parasitism would never fail.

But her method of immunity to poison gas cannot be used on the dwarves, so why can they also resist her?
Also, why are these two large shield soldiers placed on both sides of the stairs? Did they already know where I would come out, so was this an ambush?
If it was an ambush, why wasn't the pursuit further?
Although the rebel formation was still collapsing and shrinking, and the future seemed bleak, the witch was no threat to him, and the dwarfs who rushed towards him were stopped by the evil guards, but Edwards could no longer tolerate these unexpected events that were out of his control. He felt dizzy because of these unanswered questions, and the silent staircase in the back made him furious in his impatience.

"Damn it, why hasn't Pileg come yet?!"

According to the original plan, Pileg should have recovered at least two or three soldiers by now, but these reinforcements have not arrived yet.

Edwards should have assigned someone to confirm this for him, but he really didn't want to stay on the third floor any longer. All the signs revealed here made him uneasy, so he ordered some of the monsters who followed him to stay here and guard the stairs, while he returned with the remaining monsters.

While making this decision, he secretly looked forward to embracing success when he returned.

Blood flowed down the snake's tail, drawing a zigzag line on the stairs.

This time Edwards learned his lesson and left many evil creatures to guard the third floor, while he himself always stayed away from the third floor in the team.

However, since this time they were on the return journey, he was still the leader of the team.

So, by chance, Edwards once again ran into the new king he had appointed.

The werewolf came from the bottom of the stairs and saw him coming down. Without any greeting, its claws tore through the wind and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the dark wizard's face.

Thanks to the experience of being ambushed last time, Edwards' reaction was faster than ever. He bent backwards and slammed the ground with his snake tail, pushing himself backwards and narrowly avoiding the werewolf's claw attack.

Seeing the faces of the two attackers, Edwards' annoyance reached its peak.

"Damn it! How did you get out of the dream? Did Pileg help you? And Osmar, what are you doing here? Aren't you enemies?"

"As for your problem, we are quite unanimous," Clayton said.

Edwards looked at the silent red-headed man behind him, and the anger in his heart burst out: "Osmar, you traitor! Didn't I fulfill your wish? I have done everything I promised you!"

Osmar glanced at Clayton and said nothing.

　I'll be coding like crazy after I finish the exam
　　
　
(End of this chapter)