The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 329 The girl finally witnessed what betrayal is
When the fire died down, Edwards stood among the corpses on the ground, with only a monster and five plate-armored soldiers trapped in a corner to accompany him.

On the Morel side, there are still more than ten people who can spare some time.

Basham and his men looked at Edwards, their eyes burning with a fire that had quietly ignited long ago at an unknown moment. No reinforcements from the enemy had come down from the roof, and although their bodies and weapons were broken, their fighting spirit was extremely high.

The witch was leaning against the wall weakly. She had consumed too much strength and was unable to intervene in their fight. She could only watch the final outcome.

The dark wizard's smile disappeared again, and his eyes slowly swept over the fallen men around him. The still trembling bodies and every standing enemy made the muscles in his cheeks twitch.

He could not protect anyone, and even the last things he had were taken away by the besiegers, just like he was driven out of the palace many years ago.

The powerful denied his loyalty and his ability, and the achievements he was proud of were all regarded as luck.

He had tasted this kind of humiliation once, and had no interest in experiencing it a second time, especially since he was standing on his own land.

The half-man, half-snake wizard suddenly raised his right hand: "It's your turn!"

Then, the last reinforcements from this country arrived. Three huge evil creatures suddenly fell from the gap in the roof. No, they were not evil creatures, because they still retained the characteristics of human beings - walking upright.

The heavy body fell, and three pairs of feet splattered blood in the pool of blood everywhere.

They were the guards sent by Edward to control the new king when he realized that a rebellion was about to happen. They were abandoned in the parade grounds after their failure and were later awakened by Edward's orders.

The body transformed into a monster symbolizes extreme ugliness among humans, but here it means a combination of powerful strength and wisdom, and they also gain the ability to communicate with monsters. With this identity between the two, they replace Pilege's command work on the surface.

Their arrival aroused the vigilance of the Morel people.

"I will do what I promised you before, kill them now," Edwards ordered.

But the three evil men behind him were not in a hurry to take action. They also looked around, and then one of them laughed.

"Sataki, you have no one to use."

Names that have not been mentioned before appear here, but this information is meaningless to others.

Even Donna couldn't do anything with the name at the moment.

The Morrell people were shocked by the contemptuous tone. They expected them to fight each other first. The tone of the alien did not make Edwards panic: "But you have no choice. As long as I don't want to, I will not remove the restraints on you."

The alienator's attitude became serious again.

"We didn't say we wouldn't help you, but you should give us more."

"Once we have settled this matter, we can discuss the compensation."

The three aliens had no more objections. They walked past the black wizard and headed towards the Morrells. Through the gap between them, Bathum saw Edwards cast a vicious glance at him. Then he stopped paying any attention to them. He raised his hands with all his strength and inserted his ten fingers into the gap between the collarbones. He used force with his fingertips, pinched the skin with his thumb, and slowly lifted up the scaly skin on his body - along with the exorcism stones that were stuck in the tiny gaps between the scales.
He wants to remove all the exorcism stones by skinning them!
Bathum was suddenly horrified.

But at this moment they no longer had the extra manpower to stop him, as every enemy here could hold off at least two Morrels.

"Witch, go and get him!"

He yelled and Donna struggled to get up but stopped after only a few steps.

The consequence of over-casting the spell caused her senses to become disordered, and her mouth and nose were blocked by blood. Without the evil head in her hand as an object for the storage spell, she even had difficulty breathing, let alone stopping Edwards.

Clara tried to pat her back to relieve the blocked airway, but she pushed her away angrily.

Her actions were seen by the alienated people and caused a burst of laughter.

The mutant who had been stabbed by Donna made a gesture of wiping his neck towards her, then turned back to look at the Morrels. He tore off his clothes and raised his arms that had been transformed into long swords to point at the dwarves: "Stop struggling and accept your fate, you mediocre creatures. This will save us some energy."

Basham responded with a curse word that is commonly used in ancient and modern times, and then rushed forward and fought with them.

As for Edwards, his situation was not as good as the dwarves thought.

“Uh huh.”

As he panted, the skin on his chest was completely peeled off, revealing a blood-red texture underneath. He let go of this piece of skin and took a short rest. The hanging skin surrounded his lower body like a red skirt.

Even with the pain gone, the blood loss would still make him weak.

Even he couldn't stand this scene.

However, as long as he untied these restraints, he could completely turn the tide of the battle.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a black figure appear at the stairs out of the corner of his eye.

His new king.

Clayton Bello, he got rid of the evil creature's entanglement and came back to find him.

Donna also saw her uncle. She almost shouted out in surprise, but when she saw the wounds on his body, her heart sank.

The werewolf's left arm was cut off, and his intact right claw was missing two fingers. His chest was severely sunken, as if he had been hit hard by a blunt object. Several white ribs protruded from the black and red fur, and he had obviously been through a fierce battle.

And when he turned his head, the empty left eye socket almost made Donna faint.

Clayton didn't spend too much time observing the battlefield. He walked quickly towards Edwards, only slowing down a beat when passing Donna and dropping a piece of blood-stained parchment.

Seeing him, the aliens even made way for him and attacked Edwards directly without stopping him.

There was no such thing as a decapitation operation in Wonderland. As long as they defeated these dwarves, they could turn around and deal with it. Edwards could always hold him off for a while, so there was no need to cause trouble now.

Clayton picked up a two-handed sword with many notches on the blade from the ground, waved it twice without any disdain, and then stood in front of Edwards.

The fairyland's gorgeous skylight shone on them through the gap, making the duel more poetic.

Seeing this werewolf who was immune to demonic power with the help of the red-headed man Osmar standing in front of him, Edwards's Adam's apple rolled up and down once, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Before today, have I offended you?"

As he asked the question, his hands began to rip at his skin, trying to peel it off as quickly as possible.

Clayton ignored his actions: "No, you're very nice to me, but I don't like dealing with liars." The werewolf's right claw twitched, and the two-handed sword in his hand stabbed directly at the dark wizard's chest like a one-handed sword.

Although the sword has become blunt, its tip still has enough killing power. In the hands of a weapons expert like Clayton, it is enough to penetrate the hardest human skull.

Edwards had experienced Clayton's skills before. As he retreated, the snake tail in his lower body suddenly wrapped around the body of a Morel nearby and threw it towards him.

Clayton swung his right arm in disgust and knocked the small corpse aside.

Edwards saw his movements, which were slower than before, and the remains of the Morrell man rolling very close to the werewolf. His panic suddenly disappeared and a smile returned to his face.

"Haha. Hahahaha! You've become so weak! I was worried just now."

He suddenly shut up, twisted his waist violently, and the snake's tail rose up at a terrifying speed, whipping the werewolf's head from the side.

In such an open field, there was no limit to the force of the blow. Clayton raised his half-remaining left arm to block in front of him. After a terrible cracking sound, he retreated several steps, and then Edwards leaned forward and stabbed him with a spear.

There are weapons everywhere here, and it will be a no-brainer for Edwards to get one.

The werewolf rolled over to avoid the spear, and with the lubrication of blood, his body quickly slid to Edwards' right side.

The dark wizard also swept his spear tirelessly. Compared with those young wizards, he also had higher requirements for his melee skills and was not so easily dismissed.

The werewolf did not dodge the spear. He even jumped high so that the spear could pierce his abdomen. Then he exerted brute force to move his feet and slammed his back hard into the protruding wall lined with shooting holes. The sound of his flesh and bones bursting was very crisp.

Edwards didn't have time to release his weapon, so he was dragged into the wall with his face facing the wall.

"What are you going to do?" the dark wizard asked curiously, because this was simply pointless self-harm.

The werewolf stretched out his hand, barely reaching Edwards' chest, and his eyes seemed to be looking at someone through the body in front of him.

"Give me."

A beam of white light flew out from Donna's hand far behind Edwards, and instantly flew into Clayton's hand across a distance of more than ten yards.

This was a piece of parchment that had both real and illusory properties. It was spread out flat, half of it was held in Clayton's outstretched broken right claw, and the other half penetrated the dark wizard's skinless left chest like a phantom.

This is the "flying parchment" that only the sender and recipient can access physically.

"Edwards."

Clayton looked into the dark wizard's eyes and said earnestly: "I wrote you a letter, please check it."

"He's trying to kill me with this artifact?" It took Edwards only a tenth of a second to understand what Clayton was going to do, and his active mind almost took pleasure in it, but that was simply impossible.

There are very few sorcery and magical objects that can directly attack the internal organs. The "flying parchment" that only has the function of transmitting is not in this category at all, because people are born with a sacred layer of protection. As long as the protection layer is in place, their bodies are regarded as an inviolable whole. Those weak magical objects and sorcery are simply impossible to attack.
"Impossible" Edwards' face turned pale in an instant.

The impossible happened. The illusory parchment turned from virtual to real. The thin paper cut Edwards' heart and cut off all his ability to move.

His head drooped naturally, and the blood-red chest where his skin had been peeled off by his own hands came into view.

"So. My skin."

It turned out that his sacred protective layer had long been destroyed by himself.

Edwards' face twisted, but then all his regrets ended with the werewolf's final punch on his face. The half-snake body, which was no less long than the werewolf, fell backwards and landed in a pool of blood.

Hearing such a sound, Bassam and the aliens all paid attention.

Seeing Edwards' body fall, the dwarf prince shouted in ecstasy: "New King, come and help us!"

Clayton looked at him with complicated eyes, but did not respond. Instead, he stretched out his beastly right foot to step on Edwards' head and slowly sawed it off with the blunt sword he had taken earlier. A section of Edwards' skin, which was inlaid with many exorcism stones, was cut off to wrap around his own head.

Clayton swung the head to Donna, and Clara came down consciously to absorb the power in the dark wizard's mind.

"What are you waiting for?!" Basham roared again. He could no longer defend against the heavy attacks of the mutants in front of him. They weighed ten times as much as he did. This was not a fair fight.

The aliens ignored his shouting. Since Clayton did not intervene, they had to win as quickly as possible.

Their advantage over the dwarves was obvious, and they had rested for a long time before the battle, so they were full of energy and in good health. No one would doubt that they could end the battle in the next ten seconds.

Seeing these dwarves struggling in front of the evil creatures, Creighton leaned on his sword and sighed: "I'm sorry, but I can't help you."

Bathum could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"What did you say?!"

He quickly understood what Clayton meant. From Clayton's mouth, he heard the same words that he had said not long ago, but with a little more compassion.

"Light them up, burn them up!"

Donna also widened her eyes in weakness. She was unwilling to believe that this was what she heard.

In any case, Bathum had not yet betrayed them, so why would his uncle give such an order?

She was about to question it out loud, but Clara had already moved.

In the past, the imp had been unable to master her powers and needed a witch to use them, but after using them multiple times, she had become familiar with the feeling and could do the same thing without Donna.

The familiar flames ignited on the top floor of the castle for the umpteenth time. Donna's face was covered in blood, and she stared blankly at Clayton through the flames.

"Why is this happening?" She suddenly thought of her dream and her mind became more confused.

"What did you do?!" Furious shouts came from the corner. The dwarves who had been fighting with the plate-armored soldiers in the corner noticed the development here. They were so shocked and angry that their shields loosened a little and were violently pushed away by the plate-armored soldiers, and were all torn into pieces.

Next, those soldiers in plate armor rushed towards the uncle and nephew of Bello without hesitation. Clayton didn't have time to explain the purpose of his last action. He rushed to Donna, grabbed Clara who was holding Edwards' head and threw her behind her, then suddenly jumped up, using his only limbs flexibly to climb along the cracked wall to the gap in the roof above.

This type of movement was impossible for soldiers in plate armor, so they naturally turned their attention to the next target.

Donna was left with a piece of lung in her mouth. She held the head of the evil creature and stared blankly at the five steel warriors approaching. They and the five bloody swords in their hands were getting closer and closer.
(End of this chapter)