The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 82 Demon Hunter

Clayton stood on the side of the door and stretched out his hand to open the door. His hand got on the doorknob, but just as he turned it, he felt something was wrong.

There is a subtle pain.

He withdrew his hand and saw that his hand was bleeding, and a wooden thorn was stuck in it.

Clayton's expression changed, and he gestured to Barbara to back away.

Just now, there was a bullet hole in the door silently, and the sawdust that exploded was the culprit that caused him to bleed.

The detective in the room didn't know why he was awake at this hour.

He might have sensed that this strange state of silence was directed at him, so he shot at the door without hesitation when he saw the handle turning inside.

If Clayton hadn't been vigilant, the bullet would have pierced his lung.

All voices within Falentin's reach were silenced, including these detectives.

In the state of being unable to hear the sound, Clayton's reaction was also weakened. They had the same consciousness as the sober detective inside and outside the door, and no one dared to directly step through the door now.

They didn't know how many more rounds the gun inside could fire, and Detective Hook didn't know how many people were outside.

The bullet holes on the top of the door are not enough to observe the outside world.

And from the depth behind the bullet holes, it can be seen that there is no lighting in the room, and the light environment is a disadvantage for humans.

Without Clayton's reminder, Barbara squatted down, put her palms on the ground, and bit her lip to force herself.

The cold white air overflowed from her palm and poured into the room through the crack of the door. Clayton in the corridor also felt the rapid loss of temperature. Human beings must be more shackled by the cold.

If Barbara used all her strength, she could frost the indoor environment of this floor, but then she would also lose her mobility.

So after half a minute, she stopped.

Creighton kicked the door diagonally, keeping an eye on the wall.

There were three more loopholes in the wall.

The detective's reaction speed is still very fast.

He flicked his coat over the door, but this time it was only one shot.

it's time.

The detective probably still had a bullet or two in the chamber, but it was time for him to react to these tricks.

Any further delay would only give him a chance to reload.

Clayton wasn't sure if the detective's actions would be the same as he thought, but the reality was not written on paper, it was ever-changing, and sometimes a little bit of luck and experience was definitely needed as a bet.

He gestured to Barbara to wait, then rushed in himself.

The detective was standing by the bed, with the bright moonlight outside the window behind him. He raised the gun with one hand and pointed the palm of his hand at Clayton at the door, his lips squirmed.

"Geoza, Dillon!"

The volume of the incantation sounded clearly. This was the first time Clayton heard the sound in Falentine's silent field, and he still hadn't reacted.

The next moment, a dazzling flash exploded from Detective Hook's palm.

Clayton didn't take any precautions, his tawny eyes were blank.

But before being completely blind, he still saw the slightly fluorescent beast-shaped pendant on the detective's chest.

It's a witcher!

He saw such an existence in the book.

Has a certain talent for spellcasting but not enough to be a mage, even so, can still perform tricks to turn the situation around in battle.

This kind of group is also not tolerated by the church and is often driven away. Only the mercenary group, which is also despised, is willing to take them in to do things.But because of their limited ability, these demon hunters can't gain much advantage on the battlefield. They just provide the folks with the service of collecting money to kill monsters, and they have some credibility.

Demon hunters are also known as "wild wizards", but despite this title, their mastery of spells is also inherited. The proof of inheritance is that they can detect darkin and similar animal head necklaces on their chests.

A witcher was going to die tonight, Clayton instinctively jumped out of the thought.

He didn't believe he would lose.

He can't lose.

Despite his staring eyes, he knew what the detective was going to do next.

【He's going to shoot! 】

Relying on his past experience, he dodged left and right in a room with uncomplicated terrain, and the detective demon hunter even fired two shots before being dodged.

Because of the vampire's cold breath, the demon hunter's palm was no longer so flexible and stable.

He, like Clayton, is a seasoned warrior.

After the bullet was emptied, he immediately drew out his dagger to meet the enemy.

As for the pistol, the unsuitable two-pound metal object was thrown towards Creighton early on, hindering his attempt to approach.

Clayton was hit in the face by the dropped pistol.He didn't touch it, but he was sure it was bleeding.

Thanks to this head-on blow, his forward speed was indeed curbed all of a sudden. When he stopped, he staggered and turned in a different direction—this was an unchangeable instinct.

He originally had a first-hand advantage, but in order to keep the detective alive, he had to refrain from using firearms.

Thinking of this reason after the pain, the werewolf was immediately filled with anger.

Although the eyes have not recovered temporarily, the smell and temperature are all information that exposes the detective's location
He flung his coat over, wanting to repeat the trick he used to catch Marie Etta, wrapping the witcher around him, but there was no feedback from the feeling of force when he landed.

The speed and strength of the demon hunter were not inferior to him who had not transformed. The dagger reflecting the silver light quickly cut through the thick woolen coat, splitting it in two.Then the body was short, and a swift sliding shovel passed through Creighton's legs, cutting open the werewolf's trouser leg and a layer of calf muscles, and blood splashed onto the floor against the moonlight.

Clayton's mental state was not good, but the werewolf's manic reaction lessened the pain.

As soon as he sprained, he turned around suddenly, the fingers of his right hand sharpened into claws, and he grabbed the demon hunter at the bottom from right to left.

The latter kicked back and kicked away the sharp claws, and then stepped forward, almost hitting Clayton's arms, and the silver-plated dagger went up sinisterly, nailing towards the jaw without bone protection.

Clayton is also familiar with the technique of melee combat. His right hand immediately lay across his chest, blocking the elbow of the demon hunter holding the weapon to prevent the trajectory of the dagger from continuing upward, while his left hand suddenly raised Then, taking advantage of his height, he rewarded the demon hunter with a quick elbow on the head.

The smell of blood that didn't belong to werewolves permeated the air, and the demon hunter's facial features were oozing with blood, but his vitality was still there.

He kicked hard on Clayton's injured leg, and Clayton just let go of his hand a little, and he broke free from the shackles, and the dagger slanted towards Clayton's abdomen.

The lieutenant couldn't see or hear, but he could feel the speed of the wind, and the call of instinct told him that the moon was behind him.

The ground next to the window is flat and free of debris.

He stepped back reassuringly, and the witcher's dagger also accelerated, but the distance was still not enough. It just cut off his belt dangerously, and the copper belt buckle fell heavily to the ground, still making no sound.

Clayton's vision gradually began to recover, but he could only see hazy light and shadow.

He grabbed the demon hunter's retracted hand, and the latter's skin was immediately torn open by the sharp nails like a blade due to the inertia of his actions.
It is obviously unfair for humans and werewolves to compete in physical strength, and the blood loss cannot be stopped casually.

Hooker's detective suddenly quit.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt on the bed, imitating Clayton's moves and covering him, and his body rushed towards the door.

Just then, the cold intensified.

The vampire Barbara smelled two strong smells of blood, and she couldn't wait any longer.

Seeing the woman with bewitching green light shining in the eyes at the door, the witcher didn't hesitate, turned around and charged towards Clayton again - in his experience, a monster affected by the flash and injured is obviously better than a vampire in full bloom deal with.

Kill one first and count as one. If it doesn't work, you can escape through the window.

But the thick bedding used to contain Clayton's actions had already fallen down and piled up on the ground between them.

In order not to trip, the witcher had to leap over this obstacle.

But Clayton's vision returned sooner than he expected.

The moment he flew into the air, the werewolf's thick arm, whose sleeves were almost torn apart, popped out like a snake. His sharp claws grabbed his throat, and his left hand also grabbed his right hand holding the dagger. The strength was so great that he quickly pulled it broken.

The witcher raised his only uncontrolled left hand and aimed it at the werewolf's face without feeling pain, just like using flash magic.

Clayton squinted subconsciously, and then remembered that the demon hunter's throat was being pinched by himself, and he couldn't recite the spell at all.

Just when he was about to relax, under the moonlight, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a very inconspicuous silk thread wrapped around the little finger of Detective Hook.

The finger hooked up, pulling the thread.

A silver light shot out from the cuff, and Clayton tried his best to avoid it, but he could only guarantee to avoid the vital point.

The Xiujian left a huge scar on his face, and warm blood gushed out.

Behind him, there was only a round hole in the window glass, and it was not shattered, showing that the speed and penetration of the Hidden Arrow were extraordinary.

If you get in front, even the hardest skull will be pierced.

Clayton gave the witcher two punches in return with lingering fear, and under his pressure, Barbara also successfully fed the armed detective with a tranquilizer.

After working together to clean up the valuable things here, he waved to Florentine and Julius downstairs at the window, and the other two went upstairs together to help the detective who was still alive out. Send it into the carriage rented in advance two streets away, and then Florentine released his ability.

Clayton stuffed the two suitcases containing documents and cash into the carriage, counted the number of people again, and found that there was one person missing in the line.

"Where's Barbara?"

"She's still behind," said Florentine.

Clayton had a premonition.

He rushed back, but when he reached the door of the hotel, his movements became cautious.

Falentin's ability is no longer applied here, making random noises will wake up others, and by then, no matter whether they see the corpse or the wound on his face, they will be aware of the strangeness.

He went upstairs quietly, and Barbara's smell was indeed in the room of the dead Detective Hook.

Gently pushing the door open, the vampire was lying on the corpse with his back to the door.

"Lady Barbara?" Clayton whispered.

The little woman's body trembled, and she turned her head in horror. He could clearly see the blood on her mouth, and a meal was interrupted.

"He's dead," she said in a teary voice.

It might be an excuse, but it's a consequence of Darkmoon imposing her "nature" on her anyway.

She may have refrained from bloodlust in the past, but that little bit of human strength was nothing when it came to an actual, unattended corpse.

Clayton was silent for a moment, not accusing her of anything.

"I know, but we're waiting for you."

(End of this chapter)