The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 331: Rapid Rescue

Clara had no difficulty sneaking in because she had the ability to become invisible.

When she reached the second floor of the castle, she saw the plate-armored warriors carrying the bodies of their companions. They were going to take the limbs to the top floor where the light was better for identification.

Clara moved her limbs, moving nimbly between their legs.

It’s not that no one noticed her, but they were people who had been disintegrated into several pieces, with their heads stacked on top of each other and their eyeballs very close to the ground, so her movements could be discovered.

The heads looked in surprise at the several small ripples that appeared in the pool of blood. Their eyeballs moved along with the ripples, but they could not make any sound. They could only allow Clara to crawl past them in a swagger.

Clayton's arm and eyeball lay in the shadows, but they were of a unique type, and Clara found them quickly. The body of Father Louis was also lying nearby, and the familiar face made her hesitate for a moment, but she couldn't think of whether to do anything to him. In the end, she decided to ignore it for the time being, stuffed Clayton's eyeball into her mouth, and then grabbed the hairy animal claw and prepared to leave.

But she heard the plate-armored soldiers speaking.

A soldier was dragging the bodies when he suddenly thought of something. He put down the two legs in his hands, stood up and looked at his companions: "We can't save them. The place is full of poisonous gas. Even if their bodies are intact, there is no way to regain consciousness. Besides, these rebels almost cut them into pieces. There is no way to fight them together."

The other soldiers were also doing the same thing, but when they heard his words they stopped and gathered around him.

"So what should we do now?" another soldier asked in a muffled voice.

"We have to find a way to recover Mr. Edwards' head. The king must be on the surface now. We have to go to the surface as well."

“We can’t climb up.”

"Maybe we can let the evil creature take us up."

As soon as this suggestion was made, the soldiers all looked at the corpse of the evil creature in the corridor, but then gave up the idea.

"It's not easy to put them together, and they won't obey us without Mr. Edwards' orders. And we can't stay here for too long. If the monster Pan doesn't see Mr. Edwards, it will kill us too."

A soldier raised his hand. "I know these dwarves left at least three exits leading to the surface. We should go outside the castle to look for them. This is a shallow layer, so I think it won't be difficult."

"I agree."

More and more hands went up, and they reached a consensus on this issue.

"Let's take Mr. Edwards' body as well," someone said.

No one objected.

"of course."

Another soldier added: "And the princess, maybe we can use her to get Mr. Edwards' head back from the werewolf."

Some people disagreed: "But he didn't seem to care about her. He didn't even hesitate when he ran away just now. Maybe she was just a girl he picked up from somewhere. She just pretended to be very similar to him through makeup. In fact, she is not his daughter at all."

"But it could also be that he just doesn't love his daughter that much." The companion next to him said, "But if it were me, I would also want Mr. Edwards' head."

There was silence for a few seconds, and then someone said, "Let's take her with us."

They looked at each other, and after some discussion they finally made a decision to send three people back to the top floor, two of them would be responsible for taking Edwards' body, one would take Donna Bello's body, and the rest would search for some candles here and then go to the first floor to clear the way for them.

Clara listened to their entire plan from the side.

She should have left now, but what the soldiers said was too much for her to accept.

How could they take Donna away? That's her little sister!
She put down Clayton's left hand, quietly followed the three men, and returned to the top floor together.

Edwards's huge body lay horizontally in the light leaking through the roof, and it took two people to lift it, but they were still faster than the people responsible for carrying the princess.

When they reached the staircase, the companion was still wondering where to put the princess's legs - she was in a lot of pieces, and they hadn't thought of taking her away with them when they cut her up.

"Hurry up and don't get killed by the king. He may come back at any time." The other two shouted gloatingly.

Although they wore the same armor, they did not have any so-called comradeship. Before entering here, they each acted recklessly in their own way and had no discipline at all.

When Edwards and Peleg disappeared, they lost their restraints and their vigilance remained at the lowest level. However, this was not arrogance. They were all extraordinary swordsmen and equipped with invulnerable armor. As long as there were two of them together, they were confident that they could subdue the werewolf with their swords.

In other words, as long as there is one companion around, the second companion becomes dispensable.

Now one person is left behind.

Seeing his companion's body disappear behind the wall, the person left behind was a little anxious. He squatted on the ground and tried to piece the girl's body together. From time to time, he looked up at the hole in the roof, fearing that the werewolf king would come back. After confirming that there was no shadow moving there, he turned back to continue to piece the princess together.

He watched it four times in total.

When he turned back for the fourth time, he felt a sudden impact on his helmet.

Although he couldn't see anything, he immediately reached out to grab the sword beside him, but before he could finish the action, his eye socket hidden behind the visor was pierced by a transparent object, and even his brain was destroyed, and his body fell straight down. In order to resist stray arrows, the steel visor even had multiple vertical gaps in the window.

But this was not a problem for Clara's limbs.

Relying on a sneak attack to deal with the plate armor warrior, Clara struggled to untie the soldier's armpit ties and deftly untied his upper body armor like an octopus eating a crab. Then she cut off his head and threw it into the corner.

Donna looked at the scene in front of her in shock, and when Clara finished everything, she completely finished off Donna, who had already been mostly beaten up.

"Donna, wait a moment, Clara will be back soon," she warned.

Although Donna's body was pieced together, it would take some time before she could move. She couldn't say anything and could only watch Clara's figure become transparent again.

Clara climbed to the surface, handed the claw to Clayton, puffed up her cheeks, and spit out his yellow eyeballs.

Thanks to her, Clayton's body was whole again, but the new news brought by Clara made him anxious and he wanted to jump into the pit directly.

"Excellent! You all like to take matters into your own hands!"

"What do you mean you cured her? If those people can't wait for their companions, they will come to check sooner or later. They can't see the enemy, but they see her standing there intact. What do you think they will think?"

"If I were them, I would think it was a witch's trick, and then cut her up again and give her to different people for safekeeping."

"If they choose to do that, I don't know how to find her whole body!"

Clayton complained angrily, but he could do nothing about the silly grinning Clara.

He was still thinking about how to rescue Donna, but Clara's actions forced him to stop thinking about it.

The beast-like fingers dug into the cracks in the rocks, and after releasing them, he let his body fall naturally for a distance, and then inserted it into the cracks in the rocks again to stabilize his body. The werewolf rushed to the top floor of the sinking castle as fast as possible while ensuring safety, hoping that he could take Donna away before the soldiers found out.

When his feet stepped on the castle floor, the nails on all ten of his fingers had been broken several times.

As Clayton expected, Donna was standing in the corridor in panic, while two plate-armored warriors who had returned to look for their companions were approaching with swords raised. Everyone was startled when they saw the werewolf falling from the sky.

The two warriors changed their targets and rushed straight towards Clayton.

The werewolf grabbed Clara and threw her at one of them, then grabbed the corpse next to her with his right hand and threw it at the other one.

The warrior who was thrown at Clara had not yet realized the difference between Clara and those corpses. He let the little devil hit his head, and as a result, his helmet was tightly held by her arms. Then a narrow and sharp limb like a dagger pierced through the window. This time it was not deep enough due to the angle, but it also caused the attacked person to lose half of his vision in an instant.

He subconsciously raised his hand to grab Clara, but she dodged it in advance.

Another warrior hacked the body apart, then swept his sword across, leaving a deep wound on the werewolf's chest that was deep enough to see the bone.

As he forced the werewolf back, he turned around and slashed at Clara, driving the little devil away from his companion.

When he turned around again, the werewolf king had already jumped onto the wall with the princess on his back. He rushed over to chop off the werewolf's feet, but Clayton climbed so fast that the sword only grazed the bottom of the black claw and chopped on the stone wall, leaving a cut.

"Where is that ghost thing?" asked the companion with injured eyes behind him.

He turned around and found that Clara had disappeared while they were distracted.

They cursed, picked up the spears on the ground and threw them at their king, but the weapons thrown upwards were not powerful enough, and even if they pierced the king's body, they could not penetrate and soon fell back under gravity. They could only watch the hostages in their hands being rescued.

As Clayton's paws touched the ground again, he felt refreshed.

Now that Donna was out of control, he had nothing to worry about.

Donna loosened the hair on the werewolf's back with her hands and got off him, but she didn't say anything to Clayton. Instead, she covered her throat and didn't know what she was thinking.

Seeing her appearance, Clayton felt guilty. Although he had reasons for abandoning her before, he was prepared to not be understood.

No matter how Donna wanted to accuse him or even attack him, he could understand.

But Donna didn't say anything. Her face was pale and her body was shaking slightly. She just stood there, staring at Clayton silently with an extremely complicated look, which made the guilt in his heart gradually ferment. He desperately hoped that he could do something to atone for abandoning her before.

This touching feeling lasted until Donna spoke her first words.

"Uncle, you stink. Ugh!"

The girl bent down and began to vomit, unable to bear it any longer.

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.

(End of this chapter)