The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 330: A Shameful Choice

"Yes, that's it. Leave everything behind and run away, then face failure in despair. Hehehe."

Even though his head was chopped off, Edwards still retained the ability to speak. His hair was held in the werewolf's mouth, swaying in the breeze from the surface.

"Shut up!" Clayton said fiercely through his teeth.

His only remaining right arm and legs had hooked toes, but crawling from underground to the surface was not easy at all. In addition, the injuries he had suffered before had not yet healed, so he had already exhausted all his strength and was out of breath when he reached the surface.

Shame, unprecedented shame.

Clayton had been labeled with many negative titles such as cruel, arbitrary, arrogant, etc., but he never took it seriously. Only now did he feel truly ashamed.

He left Donna behind.

He had promised his parents to help Uren, and had failed to do so. He had also sworn to Uren to protect his daughter, and had failed to do so today. Even though death hardly existed in Wonderland, he felt his blood boiling with rage.

If Edwards wasn't still useful, he would have chewed up the head and swallowed it.

Even though his head had been taken off, Edwards still didn't care, because even if he was defeated, it did not mean the failure of this country.

"You were so decisive. You saw that Bathum couldn't resist those lunatics who were still smart, so you burned them all. When you saw that the remaining soldiers were invincible, you even abandoned your daughter in order to escape. Even if you are my enemy, I will start to admire you."

Clayton had a gloomy face. Edwards saw through his behavior. Clayton chopped off his head but could not kill him. There was also a monster, three aliens and five plate armor warriors loyal to him. It was difficult for the dwarf to cause decisive damage to such a large enemy as the monster. If the monsters were willing to bear their attacks to deal with Clayton, then the werewolf would have no chance of winning - even if he had not lost an arm and an eyeball.

If he stayed where he was, Edwards' head would soon be taken back. If he wanted to get away from those enemies, he had to return to the surface.

Given the situation at the time, it was impossible for the werewolf to bring Donna with him, as the weight of one person would slow down his speed.

He thought he could still save Donna after she was dismembered, but if he was dismembered, the chances of Donna saving him from those soldiers would be slim.

Because of the above logic, he abandoned his niece and ran away alone. But as long as Edwards' head was in his hands, he had not lost.

The pit in the parade grounds and the pit in the castle were connected, and the werewolf threw his head on the edge of the big pit:

"I want you to order them to stop." Clayton stepped roughly on Edwards' head to exert pressure. Exorcism stones were also stuffed in the dark wizard's ears, and he could not bewitch anyone now.

"Your idea is good, but I won't do it. You don't have to try to fight them. Even if you are lucky enough to kill them all, Pan will kill you. So why not rest here for a while and watch how I win?" Edwards felt the pressure on his head increasing. His neck was rubbed against the ground, but he still smiled: "You don't have to torture me. I can control my feelings freely. Pain has no effect on me."

Even if he only has a head, his enemies can only wait for death in despair.

Clayton moved his foot away and looked at him unkindly.

"Pan? Is this related to your earlier ritual of summoning evil spirits?"

"You can guess as much as you want. I want to keep this a surprise for you."

"You think the only thing in the world that can make people surrender is pain? Maybe you should taste a few asses before you talk to me."

"What?" Edwards suspected he hadn't heard clearly.

Clayton controlled himself and explained patiently: "That is, if you don't remove your magic, I will pull out your tongue and shove it into the asshole of any corpse. If one is not enough, I can find more."

"You lowly thing!"

Edwards was instantly furious. He shouted and insulted all of Clayton's relatives, determined to have extraordinary physical relationships with these people and to obtain a higher position than Clayton himself in the male genealogy table of the Bello family. But Clayton did not react at all - after all, he only had one head.

"It looks like you really want to taste some ass," Clayton said.

Edwards closed his mouth and stared at him, but still did not compromise.

The new king sighed and said, "How about this, let's adopt a gentleman's solution. Everyone should be more tolerant. You let me and my companions go, and hand over those red-headed people to me, and I will no longer interfere in your affairs. If you promise me, I will keep you after my affairs are resolved."

"You don't care about your allies anymore?"

"What kind of allies are they? Everyone has their own ideas. They unite only to fight against you. If you really fail, they will definitely try to control my daughter, because she can also control demons. They are afraid of her, but they also want to use this power to control others."

Edwards' eyes were fixed on Clayton, and he saw no trace of a lie.

"If you are such a smart man, why did you betray me in the first place?"

"I just thought you wouldn't be willing to let us go, so I wanted to contact these rebels and then we can escape during the chaos." Clayton still didn't lie.

"So that's how it is." The dark wizard immediately changed his tone and said in a friendly manner, "This is really outrageous. If you want to leave, just tell me directly. Why do you do such a thing without permission? Is it because I, as the host, am incompetent that the guests are suspicious?"

"How about this, if you send me back now, I will forgive you for what happened. If you want those red-headed men, I will send them to you."

Clayton shook his head. Even without the power of a demon, he had seen through the hypocrisy of the dark wizard: "I said, give me the things first, and I will keep you here. If you are really sincere, it won't take long for us to get things done."

Edwards's expression changed instantly: "Then you guys go to hell!"

He closed his eyes and remained completely motionless, like a dead head.

Seeing his appearance, the werewolf could no longer control his emotions. With a roar, he stomped on Edwards' head, crushing half of it, picked it up again, and tore off the lower jaw and threw it to the ground. But no tricks could make things difficult for a person who had closed all his senses.

The crisis has not been resolved. Edwards' men are mentally ill, but they are not mentally deficient. They can think of strategies on their own. Their first priority is to protect Edwards, so they will definitely come to find the head he took away. If he guessed correctly, the remaining plate armor warriors should be trying to go to the surface through the underground passage dug by the dwarves.

Edwards released a large amount of poison gas in the castle, which should not have dissipated yet. The soldiers from this country who had invaded before were not fully prepared, and even if they were repaired, they could not move immediately. Only evil creatures could move freely in that environment.

The monsters can also climb up directly like werewolves, so they may try to repair the bodies of the monsters first.

Without his weapon, Clayton could not gain much advantage in the battle with the evil creature.

However, Clayton had already prepared for the invaders. He had his men cut the dismembered limbs of the monsters into many pieces and piled them up randomly. Some were even thrown out of the window. Without Edwards' assistance, it would be difficult for human vision to perform such complicated repair work except on the top floor. At least in the short term, there was no need to worry about the increase in their troops.

Maybe he could try again.

After all, destroying Edwards was not his goal. What he wanted was for those red-headed people to return to the sacrificial site and continue to be sacrificed, but those people from this side did not know this. That might be his chance.

"Do you have a way to eat him? At least cut off his connection with those people." After venting his anger, Clayton asked Clara. He hoped that she could do this, so he took the risk to bring her along.

Clara climbed down from his body and lay on top of Edwards' head. After a while, she stood up and turned her newly grown neck regretfully. When Edwards completely blocked his mind, even Clara, who was also a demon, could no longer draw strength from this senior.

"What should we do now? Clara wants to go back and save her little sister." Clara looked at Clayton eagerly.

Clayton didn't expect Clara to say such a thing, which made his irritable mood calm down a little.

"Yes, we will go and rescue her. But you have to get my arm and eyeball first. I left them on the second floor in a hurry. Do you know where the second floor is?"

Clara nodded and jumped back into the pit.

The spider-like lower limbs and two newly grown hands allow Clara to move freely in different terrains, so Clayton is not worried about her safety.

What worries him now is the "Pan" mentioned by Edwards, who sounds like a ruthless character.

Edwards had previously summoned many evil spirits to gather in the castle, which might be the method to summon Pan. Clayton didn't know how powerful that thing was, or whether it could be communicated with and persuaded.

Edwards is a coward, but he dared to stay on the front line to fight before. Perhaps it was the confidence that Pan gave him.

Clayton looked at Edwards' head and began to think about what to do next.

Clara climbed down the rock wall like a spider. She was completely oblivious to the worries of her uncle and nephew Bello. She was even a little happy. Regardless of whether they could return to the world or not, she had gained something.

Because Clayton gave her a little sister.

This is not someone else's little sister, but Clara's own little sister!
She descended through the gap at the top of the castle and returned to her original position. Donna was still there, lying in a pile of corpses. Her head had been chopped off. Her originally beautiful face was covered in tears and blood, but her eyes were fierce and her mouth was still opening and closing silently, as if she was cursing something.

Clara crawled straight toward her, and despite his own mission, Clayton did not stop them from talking.

When she saw Clara, Donna's eyes were still fierce, but Clara didn't care. She looked at the little witch and liked her more and more.

Now that Donna has no body, she really looks more and more like her.

Facing the angry face, Clara opened her arms and hugged Donna tightly, leaving the latter completely stunned.

"Clara will come to take Donna away in a while. Donna, be good here and don't cry." She whispered, loosened her arms, wiped Donna's face with her hand, and then crawled away contentedly under the little witch's astonished gaze.

(End of this chapter)