Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 478 All I Think and See is Chaos

The cursed bear an extraordinary burden, and in return, each of them possesses powerful supernatural abilities. Compared to these abilities, their melee combat skills are almost negligible.

Even the Wendigo, who was easily killed by Halcha, possessed the power to summon cold mist and command wild beasts.

In the snow-covered wilderness and woodlands, there is a colossal creature hidden in the mist, with birds and beasts all serving it. Without ever showing its face, it can coordinate wild animals to chase and crush any living creature that trespasses into its territory like an army. Even the victims may not see it more than three times before they die. No wonder the northerners regard it as a god.

However, the environmental pollution in Weiaodi has continued for many years, and there are no wild animals that can survive there. The southern temperature has also increased the cost of inducing frost and fog several times over.

While the Wendigo, fighting alone, remains powerful, it is no match for the werewolf, who is skilled in combat and extremely warlike.

However, Clayton's opponent is different from Wendigo's.

Before he could get close to the other person, the air he smelled suddenly became dry, the foul smell was replaced by the scent of burning exotic spices, and even grit was mixed in with the wind.

Clayton did not hesitate or pause in the face of this change. Experience had taught him to proactively gain the upper hand in combat rather than suppress the enemy. He continued his charge, waiting for the distance between them to close before forcefully swinging the long-handled warhammer disguised as a cane to shatter the desiccated skull whose brain tissue had been hollowed out.

Faced with the sudden attack of the enemy, the mummy showed no emotion. Its blood-red eyes stared straight at the cocoons, not even glancing at Clayton. It continued forward, the ground beneath its feet turning into soft yellow sand, its body wrapped in yellowish bandages slowly sinking.

When Clayton first saw it, its ankles were already sunk into the ground, and the situation was deteriorating.

The yellow sand is spreading.

Only when he got close did Clayton notice the change under his feet. His wolf eyes narrowed, his waist twisted, and his right hand, the Builder, swung out heavily. The tip of the black warhammer, like a raven's beak, tore the mummy's left arm and half of its chest apart, and the broken pieces turned into yellow sand and scattered.

But the mummy did not stop moving.

More yellow sand, like living snakes, climbed up its legs, filling the spaces where it had been lost.

Clayton swung the Builder repeatedly, striking him from head to knee with tremendous force until the entire mummy was shattered. He proved that his blows had truly hit his opponent by maintaining his full strength, but only a few seconds later, the mummy was reborn from the yellow sand beneath his feet, swaying as he stood up.

It reached out and grabbed Clayton's arm with immense strength, almost beyond the limits of human capability.

Clayton easily broke free, then plunged the Builder's hammerhead straight into the mummy's crisp chest, lifted it up and flung it away. The frail body crashed into a section of ruins on the side of Cocoon Street, shattering into yellow sand once more.

During its brief period of dissipation, the yellow sand stopped spreading.

However, the mummy reappeared from the shattered sand, and the surrounding sand began to grow again.
After emerging from the yellow sand, the mummy ignored Clayton this time and insisted on walking towards the intact cocoons.

Its curse is a hatred of all living beings; it is not here to kill powerful creatures, but to kill the most lives. It turns a blind eye to killing Clayton, displaying a mechanical precision and ruthlessness.

After several attempts, Clayton realized this as well.

His face was extremely pale.

It wasn't just because of his immortality, but because he realized that this mummy wasn't a Darkborn created naturally by the Dark Moon; it was clearly a creation of necromancy!

If there is an owner behind the scenes who instigates this mummy to come and kill, then his intervention would be breaking the rules he just established for bystanders.

Clayton hesitated.

This mummy's abilities are perfect for killing people in the city.

The magic of turning minerals and soil into sand can easily destroy the foundations of buildings, turning sturdy buildings into crumbling, dilapidated structures. And its current target is clearly the residents of Cocoon Street.

These unfinished houses are crammed with people; if they collapse, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At least several hundred people will die.

If he hadn't intervened in the first place, it would have been fine, but after getting involved and then withdrawing, he had to bear a heavy sense of guilt, as if he had abandoned these people.

Perhaps he should deal with tonight first, take Joseph's family away, and then it won't matter to him who else wants to harm this neighborhood.

Anyway, nobody knows his identity; people who don't know him will just think of him as Conionai.

Watching the mummy struggling to move forward under the moonlight, Clayton irritably swung his cane-like long-handled hammer, the Builder. This time, however, he didn't intend to destroy it. He used a relatively gentle force, hooking the tip of the hammer around the mummy's lower leg and dragging it backward. He carried it away from the cocoons.

He can't kill this thing, but there are still some ways to physically control it.

Besides, he also knows a little magic.

Necromancy exists everywhere in the world. The original intention behind creating this magic was to resurrect the dead, but it often fails to achieve its goal.

The accidental killing during the Holy Grail War sparked Clayton's interest in necromancy. He knew many ways to break necromancy spells; Maxley's necromancy was far more advanced than that of his own country, considered world-class, and was even recorded in the book Tritice sent him. Maxley's *Book of the Dead* states that a soul must pass through twelve gates to return to the world of the dead; if it fails to pass through even one gate, a part of its soul will remain in the underworld.

The most important gates are the Gate of Chaos, the Gate of Purification, the Gate of Time, the Gate of Direction, and the Gate of the Rebirth of the Sun.

If a soul fails to pass through the Gate of Chaos, it will return to the mortal realm in an unknown form; if it fails to pass through the Gate of Purification, it will lose its mind under the curse of the Dark Moon; if it fails to pass through the Gate of Time, it will lose its sense of time and may arrive in the mortal realm after many years, only to return the next second; the Gate of Direction ensures that the body a soul possesses belongs to its original body, or at least the body of a kind of being from its previous life.

The Gate of Rebirth – in short, those who do not pass through this gate are not considered to have a second life, and the moment they face the sun is the moment their soul returns to the underworld.

Passing through a single door is easy, even the Rebirth Sun Gate, but the difficulty increases dramatically with each additional door you pass through.

The standard for the High Priests of Maxrith throughout history was the ability to lead the souls of the dead through the seven gates, meaning that the summoned dead, while retaining their sanity, could respond to the world with sight and sound, fulfilling matters left unresolved in life. Alternatively, an undead warrior with combat experience from their previous life but without specific memories or consciousness was retained as a guardian.

Clayton didn't believe that any magician he randomly encountered in Weaudi was at the level of a high priest.

He had indeed heard that the Friendship Society had recruited a Eagle God Priest, and perhaps that was the magic the other party had unleashed. However, the Eagle God was the sun god of Maxri, a heretical variant of the Father that the White Church considered to be. His priests possessed the same miracles as the church's holy order, which clashed with necromancy. Even if necromancy was used in an unconventional way, its effectiveness would not be comparable to the work of the Death God Priest.

The high priest is an exception; he is the priest of all gods.

The soul bound within this mummy clearly hadn't passed through the Gate of Purification, but it was unknown whether it had passed through the Gate of Rebirth.

If not, he can send it away in a ritual using a dung beetle. If the spirit has passed through the Gate of Rebirth, then he will use a crocodile and a goose to resolve the matter.

If neither of these options are available, he can only either drag it along and wait for the sun to rise, or hand it over to a church official.

But Clayton, being an outsider, had no idea where the capable priests of Weaudi lived.

He could only try to solve it himself.

Common geese are hard to find in Weaude, and crocodiles are even less likely, but dung beetles—you can find them at pharmacies, and the pharmacy in this area just happens to be one he knows. He once found a doctor for Joseph's mother; there aren't many formal clinics in the North District, and doctors work at pharmacies.

A smartly dressed gentleman, bathed in moonlight, hurried down the street, dragging a menacing mummy.

Clayton felt helpless. He had come to Cocoon Street to find Joseph's family, but now he was getting further and further away from his goal.

Fortunately, the pharmacy wasn't far away.

He quickened his pace as he looked at the familiar storefront, but fate seemed determined to interrupt him again and again.

"Wow—"

A piercing scream came from the sky. The familiar pale flying creature he had seen before glided low overhead. Clayton looked up and saw a majestic human face embedded beneath the bat-like body. However, this face now displayed a mocking expression. It hovered not far above, screaming again and again, its circling position getting closer and closer to Clayton, as if driving something away.

As it drew closer, Clayton finally recognized what it was.

The cartographer, a monstrous manifestation of vanity and lust for power, retains considerable intelligence and enjoys using intrigue and trickery to lure prey into traps.

Another evil non-human that inexplicably appeared in the North District. This kind of thing is hostile to all living beings except itself, and it is impossible for it to be an ally of Kongionai.

Could it be that the Friendship Association got it?

Clayton had already shifted suspicion to the Love Society priest Maxley through the mummy, but it was only suspicion; he still couldn't be certain that all the mysterious monsters he saw tonight were the work of the Love Society.

This is absolutely shocking.

The cartographer ignored Clayton's thoughts, staring at him maliciously and calling out to summon other hunters—like a chess player using their own pieces to capture the opponent's.

The thing it drove over finally appeared.

A shaman-like man dressed in fur, with his chest exposed, covered in colorful ribbons, and holding a long staff shaped like a horse's head, rushed toward Clayton.

Behind him was a serpentine demon holding an eyeball in each hand.

"Help!" the man dressed as a shaman cried out incoherently.

Seeing him approach, Clayton spun the handle of the Builder's Hammer in his hand, set the mummy down, crushed its skull with one foot to stop it from escaping, and then swung the long-handled hammer diagonally to strike it.

The man was caught off guard by the sudden attack, but luck saved his life. His relaxed state caused him to roll on the ground, narrowly avoiding the blows.

Lamia, the serpentine monster, was chasing after the man, following closely along her prey's path—that is, towards Clayton.

Clayton had no habit of giving way to such trash. Ignoring the man who had narrowly escaped, he thrust his long-handled hammer, which had just missed its target, downwards again, hooking the mummy that was recovering in the yellow sand, and swung it half a circle before smashing it heavily towards Lamia.