The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 328 Shattered
In order to enhance his spellcasting ability and the quality of his body, and thereby solve the country's scourge once and for all, Edwards finally gave up his human body and chose to merge with his familiar, who was also his offspring.

The fusion of the blood-connected bodies did not bring about any rejection reaction. His strength and five senses were better than before. He could wield witchcraft with ease and release poison gas freely. The scales covering his body had defensive properties that were no less than a piece of leather armor.

However, none of this was enough for him to fend off an eight-foot-tall werewolf at a distance of five yards!
Too close! Too close!
Edwards bent his upper body backward, watching with horror as the black, bloody claws grabbed past his face. The sound of the cone-like fingertips tearing the air seemed to be stretched several times in his ears. A drop of blood thrown out by the movement splashed on his glowing right eye, forcing him to close it. His tongue could almost taste the fishy smell of blood at the same time.

The narrow stair environment restricted movement, and the creature was unable to cross him to fight the werewolf.

In other words, now is the duel.

"It shouldn't be like this, you lowly creature," Edwards kept muttering, relying on the snake's lower body to twist and stretch, trying his best to avoid the werewolf's attack.

But there is less and less room to retreat.

The werewolf, riddled with holes, attacked its prey tirelessly and painfully just like its ancestors. Even though the dark wizard's flexible snake tail could always pull him away from danger, more and more plasma and scales were splashed in the space of the spiral staircase and coated on the grayish-white curved wall.

Since both sides were unarmed, he had no way to fight back against the werewolf.

Looking at the crazy beast in front of him, Edwards felt dry mouth, perhaps because of fear or perhaps because of blood loss.

Although this body enhanced his reaction speed, it also prolonged the time he spent thinking in regret and fear.

He was really panicked.

Wizards must have confidence in themselves; negative emotions will undermine their power.

In the past, he could have used the power of Ainat to eliminate his fear, but the numerous gravel particles that pierced into the bodies of those despicable Morrels hindered his strength. The power that should have been at his fingertips seemed to have never appeared and never responded to his call.

"Go to hell!"

He made up his mind and pointed his finger at the new king.

The werewolf's sharp claws were about to pierce his chest, but as it pointed, its body suddenly turned to the right, and its right arm swept across, hitting Osmar's head behind it. The red-headed man fell backwards, and his ugly head slammed into the edge of the steps, half of his head was smashed to pieces.

The person who was accidentally injured was Osmar, so Clayton did not hesitate for a moment, adjusted his posture and attacked again.

But his movement was only slightly delayed for a moment. When he turned around, he saw Edwards crouching down and slithering under the belly of the monster like a real snake, leaving only a piece of tail exposed. When he realized that it was Edwards, the snake tail twisted and disappeared completely.

Clayton tried to catch up, but found himself getting further and further away from Edwards.

The last encounter made the werewolf no longer trust the defense method of recalling sadness. He subconsciously abandoned this method and was once again affected by the illusion.

This shouldn't have happened. He angrily slapped his paws on the face, then began to face the ferocious "explorer" in front of him.

The front half of this evil creature was covered with a thick layer of keratin, and there were shells on its alienated hands. It looked like both a scorpion and a snake. It was much more difficult to deal with than a leatherworker, and it gave him a headache. At the same time, the old injuries that broke his bones and pierced his marrow had not yet healed, and the dark blood flowing made him even more tired.

"Edwards must have escaped to the top floor. I hope they can handle it." Clayton thought.
Now the people who can fight are basically on the third floor of the castle. The soldiers in other places have inhaled poison gas. He has tried to wake them up, but failed.

If the third floor is lost, they will be finished.

"We've lost a lot of lives," Bassam said.

The corridor was flooded with blood, and swords and sabers flashed and flew around him and the witch. Several personal guards risked their lives to push back the invading evil creatures with their shields, trying their best to maintain this hard-earned piece of peaceful pure land.

Donna looked at him unbearably: "I didn't kill them."

Clara repeated her words over her shoulder: "I didn't kill him."

"I know, but the plan failed." The dwarf prince sighed.

They had originally planned to lure Edwards into the army formation to release poison gas, and then the dwarves, who had taken precautions, would dismember his body and take it to different places for burial. But Edwards's spellcasting range was a little further than they had imagined, which was inconsistent with his previous memory. It might be that the black wizard and his familiar had changed after merging.

The temporary change caused errors in the ambush steps, and the subsequent complex interception personnel failed to keep up, allowing him to escape.

The consequences of the failure of the plan were not limited to this. In order to lure Edwards into an encirclement, they had adopted a more realistic way of showing weakness, and the collapse of the formation was not false.

Now the main goal has not been achieved and the collapse of the formation is difficult to recover.

Those evil creatures that jumped in from the breach in the upper level of the castle obeyed a certain command system. They did not run around in a panic, but steadily expanded their advantages. However, this alone put the dwarves at a disadvantage. The plate armor soldiers brought by Edwards dismembered many people. All weapons could not penetrate their armor. Basham commanded a team of people to force them into the room with shields, thus avoiding immediate failure.

But even if we try to retain them, it is only a matter of time before the whole army is wiped out.

Only one-fifth of the original number of defenders remains here.

Just a while ago, they were still happy about defeating Emperor Jetali, but now they are starting to think about how to lose gracefully. This has to be said to be ironic.

"This is no one's fault." Donna said sadly while holding the monster's head. She subconsciously chewed the resilient lung in her mouth, followed by a burst of dry heaving.

"No one made any mistakes, but the price we paid was too heavy."

The person who complained was not Basham, but a dwarf next to him. He reached into his beard and fumbled for a while, pulled out a piece of pale skin and threw it to the ground.

In order to filter out the poison gas, some dwarves wanted to cover their mouths and noses with wet cloth. Normal cloth was rare here, so the little witch came up with another idea - let them use the skin of the monster's armpits, knees, and even private parts as a filter layer, because the skin in these places is thinner and the pores are larger.

The witch's idea was correct, the creatures' physiological structure made this defense method a reality.

They kept the poison out, but these leathers... Let's just say the act of putting them on was humiliating in itself, as the dwarf evidently thought.

Basham frowned when he saw this: "Put it on." Edwards' poison gas has not dissipated yet.

His men knew this, but still resisted the order: "I know we are finished, and I will fight to the end, but at least I shouldn't die with someone else's crotch skin on my lips."

Bathum should have chopped off his head for such a weak statement that shook morale, but his wish was so humane that it was hard to blame him.

"We don't necessarily have to lose," said Donna.

The dwarf looked at her, wondering how she could still maintain her confidence.

"Why? We have no support."

The fact that Edwards was able to come up from the lower floor meant that the first and second floors had been lost.

Donna shook her head and said stubbornly: "There is no reason, it's just a feeling."

The witch's premonition was somewhat convincing, and the warrior bent down silently, picked up the piece of leather again and put it into his beard.

"Ah, the bad wizard is back." Clara pointed to the stairs, and Edwards's gloomy and terrifying face appeared there, with his palms clinging to the wall and blood flowing down.

Apparently, there were still people down there fighting against him, so he came back.

Bathem and the witch looked at each other and laughed so loudly that it was terrifying.

They are not alone, and the news could not be better.

Following the order, all the dwarves who still had their hands free fought back with all their might, rushing towards Edwards in groups.

The next moment, the half-human, half-snake monster and the evil creatures behind it rushed out from the narrow staircase, knocking many dwarves away with violence and crushing weight.

Edwards looked at them coldly, his bloody right hand wrapped around the neck of a monster, his body rising higher and higher as the monster stretched. Once they were out of the narrow corridor, the monsters completely raised their bodies, and their broad backs formed a high platform to protect the dark wizard.

The Morels swarmed forward like ants attacking a wounded bird, desperately attacking the limbs of these evil creatures with their broken and blunt weapons, but the effect was not obvious.

This phalanx of monsters resolutely broke through the dwarf's interception line. It ignored the sporadic attacks and moved all the way under the gap in the top floor of the castle. It was about to break through the dwarf's last line of defense and join the enemies from the surface.

Basham saw his purpose at a glance: "He wants to escape!"

Hearing this, Edwards turned around on the monster's back and looked at him coldly.

Donna raised her hand again: "Clara!"

The flames from the Lord of Power exploded on the bodies of the clustered monsters. Two burning monsters broke away from the formation and fell to the ground, struggling in the flames. However, a ring-shaped vacuum was formed in the swirling flames, protecting the monster in the center - Edwards, whose body was pierced by exorcism stones.

The means they had originally used to restrain him became a shield to protect him.

The dwarves tried to climb up along the monster's limbs and grab Edwards with their own hands, but they were cut off one by one by the pincers of the other monster as they climbed. Those who finally got close to Edwards were swept down by the thick snake's tail.

Edwards is still moving forward.

The witch pointed at the evil creature under him and let out a scream.

One of the explorer's legs was broken in mid-air, and his body tilted uncontrollably to one side. The dwarves cheered, but then the evil creature next to him raised its front limbs and took Edwards onto its back.

"Come again." A dwarf shouted. Before charging, he subconsciously looked back and stopped shouting after seeing the witch's appearance.

Blood flowed from Donna's facial features. She was in a trance, with her head slightly lowered. She was so weak that she almost fell down. She could only stand up because Clara was holding her collar.

The monster's physical fitness surpassed that of ordinary beasts. Using telekinesis to break one of its legs had already consumed a large amount of her mental energy, and it was impossible for her to do it again.

In full view of everyone, the monster under Edwards continued to move forward, breaking through the dwarves' last line of defense from the inside.

Donna retched. Her poor mental state made it impossible for her to even think of despair. Bathum glanced at her and stopped guarding her. He rushed forward and kicked up a spear and grabbed it in his hand. Then he stepped on the head of another dwarf and leaped up, aiming at Edwards and throwing it. Donna could hardly see the trajectory of the spear, and Edwards fell straight off the back of the evil creature as if he was hit by an invisible force.
A pair of hands lifted Edwards up.

Those are the hands of the soldiers of this country.

Edwards fell into his own camp. With the help of the people next to him, he pulled out the spear from his body. When he looked at Bathum and Donna, his face was no longer filled with resentment, but with a smug smile from the bottom of his heart.

His good mood made him smile even to his enemies.

Bathum cursed, then shifted his gaze back to the witch.

"Is there still fire?"

Donna forced herself to cheer up and shook her head as she watched the dwarves and the monsters fighting each other.

"Too close." She said weakly. "The injuries caused by the fire of the mind are almost irreparable."

"I said, they're all burned." Basham said word by word coldly.

The bright red flames exploded again, engulfing the soldiers of this country and the dwarves who were fighting with them.

　came back
　　
　
(End of this chapter)