Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 483 Straight to the Heart
A bizarre, repulsive screech of laughter swept through the air.

And there was the melodious, captivating sound of the flute.

Although people were still screaming and running away in terror and grief caused by witnessing the death of their fellow human beings, they could not drown out these two voices. The neighborhood, where riots and silence coexisted in contradiction, suddenly lost its most essential vitality.

The catfish that were thrown into the pile of sardines stopped what they were doing.

In the alley, the blind man, whose limbs had all transformed into long knives, pulled his "legs" from the prostitute's corpse and followed the two disturbing voices. He intended to kill them all and restore silence to the world.

The mad demon Krampus, carrying half a tree trunk and with human figures strung on its branches, laughed merrily with his head thrown back. His red skin was as thick as blood. He raised his goat hoof and chased after the drawing artist, who was also laughing, as if to share his happiness with his kind who shared the same interest.

The headless knight, having discarded the unsuitable head, mounted his horse again, clad in plate armor and wielding a sword. He rode through the blood-soaked streets, chasing after the sounds of the commotion. Perhaps his head was hidden somewhere crowded; he had to go find it.

And it wasn't just them; all the monsters were heading in the same direction.

Only the giant spider Arachne remained in the attic of a house.

Although the downstairs was full of inhabitants, it did not rush down to slaughter them, but instead made arrangements in the attic, which was only one floor away.

After a lot of hard work, a large and exquisitely designed spider web was set up on the roof of the attic. Its black and hairy body lay in the center, with only a barely discernible silk thread hanging down from its abdomen. If anyone opened the door and entered the attic, they would immediately get stuck to the silk thread, be pulled onto the huge spider web, and become food for the giant spider.

The outdoor noise made the eight legs that grew around the body stir for a moment, but they quickly calmed down.

The compound eyes of the swarm reveal a wisdom that is difficult for ordinary people to understand; it has its own things to do and cannot be disturbed by trivial matters from the outside world.

This time I'm sure I'll catch someone.

Even the common people in the city felt the oppressive atmosphere, as if a storm was about to break, and the guards felt it even more so.

The bounty and compensation offered by the Friendship Society grew increasingly higher. Finally, they promised permanent government positions after the expulsion of Conrionai, which was the reason the extraordinary individuals stayed.

They serve themselves and the associations behind them.

Others use the opportunity provided by the Friendship Society to exterminate the Darkborn. Eliminating these ugly non-humans is considered the righteous path by a considerable number of people. Since the church and the royal family do not deal with them, these extraordinary individuals will do it out of personal feelings.

Ten guards, three mad wizards, and more than seventy militia gunmen blocked the street that divided the North and East districts. After the sun set, they illuminated the entire street with lanterns and torches. Numerous barricades were laid out on the street, and some people squatted beside the high piles of raw wood behind them, continuing to make these things. These spikes could reduce the force of the wolf pack's charge.

Everyone was equipped with rifles and pistols, and some also carried grenades. As the vanguard, precious silver bullets had become standard ammunition for them.

Snipers stood on the balconies and rooftops, while teams of demon hunters lay in ambush inside the building. Scent traps and animal snares targeting werewolves had been set up, and arc generators were installed in the corners under the windows, ensuring that any creature attempting to pass through the building would be electrocuted.

To power the arc generators and streetlights, generators were haphazardly arranged with long power lines, placed at the back of the line. The buzzing of burning whale oil filled the entire street. Some militiamen were dragging power lines to lay out the wiring, trying to ensure that the electrically powered traps would function properly before the werewolves attacked.

Black-robed monks, wielding long, cross-shaped staffs, stood guard beside the generator. They were monks who had traveled north to persuade King Balandal I of Taunton to reconsider his faith. Their beliefs were relatively traditional, and they viewed all beings born of the Dark Moon as their greatest enemy. Upon hearing of the situation in Weodia, they decided to stay and assist the Brotherhood in expelling the Darkborn of Weodia.
Because they are not qualified to receive ordination, the miracles they possess come from the traditions of the Guardians of the Faith, and they are skilled in combat rather than missionary work.

This force is almost equivalent to one-sixth of the Friendship Association's strength.

Their duty was to prevent Conionai from crossing this area while killing as many werewolves as possible who were invading the eastern district, so that they could force Conionai back to the negotiating table from the battlefield.

However, despite this, no one was really prepared to fight a pack of werewolves to the death.

A thorough examination of the entire history of human civilization reveals very few instances where such preparations are necessary.

The development of livestock farming technology has led to a decrease in meat prices, and the Church and the Royal Family have stopped their campaigns against the Darkin. Thanks to these two benefits, the number of werewolves in Bodarabik has grown to three digits, a phenomenon rarely seen even during the First Empire.

The armed men began smoking with the mad wizard, but dared not drink alcohol, even though they had brought some with them.

There are more than 130 guards on this street, which sounds like a lot, but the street is also very long, so they have to spread out their forces, and some people need to continue setting up their positions.

If they spread out, it will be more difficult for them to cope with the impact.

Especially since the werewolves hadn't even arrived yet, but the riots had already begun.

It took four hours to set up this makeshift position, from afternoon to evening. In fact, it was not yet finished. Some residents had already noticed their presence and sensed from their expressions and equipment that something bad might happen tonight.

By observing the direction the guards were facing, the residents deduced that they were outside the defensive line and were determined to escape behind it.

However, once the defensive line began construction, the guards could no longer allow outsiders to pass through freely.
The two sides clashed, and after attempts to dissuade them failed, several civilians were shot dead, while the others retreated and fled in fear.

The guards dragged the corpse away to prevent it from becoming an asset to the werewolves in the upcoming battle. This was just the beginning. The commotion and howls from the north grew louder and more chaotic. More people ran south, claiming that man-eating monsters had appeared in the north, and wanted to spend the night in the heavily guarded east district, as it was undoubtedly the safest place.

The guards couldn't agree, and then the same thing happened again.

The civilians abandoned several corpses and fled in haste.

Strange roars, clearly not from animals, came from the north, sending chills down the spines of the armed men. They could hear these roars from here; if they were standing in front of the monster, their hearing would probably be temporarily deprived by the deafening noise.

The inability to see further fueled their unsettling fantasies, and even before seeing the enemy, a sense of dread already enveloped the area.

The black-robed monks remained unmoved, their lips moving rapidly as they chanted scriptures, but this offered little comfort. This was because their pronouncements invariably included phrases like the coming of heaven, divine judgment, and blessings after death, making those who heard them feel as if they were about to depart for heaven, their terror only increasing.

In this street where the atmosphere was extremely tense, the rapid sound of horses' hooves came from behind, crushing and clearing away the uncomfortable feeling, as easily as dipping a stick into water and gently stirring it to separate the oil on the surface.

A large carriage pulled by four tall horses slowly approached, surrounded by ten riders in black. They were not escorting a person, but something else.

In the open-top trailer being pulled by horses, a black crucible, as tall as a person and wrapped with numerous iron chains, was placed on the ground, with a fire burning underneath, white hot air rising high into the sky, and the sound of bursting bubbles frequently emanating from it.

Although something was definitely cooking in the large pot, no smell was escaping.

The bottom of the fire pit was made of a special material to prevent the trailer from igniting.

To secure the crucible, a large net of iron chains was woven around it and tightly bound to the trailer to prevent it from sliding off the edge of the trailer when the vehicle was traveling up a slope.

The Holy Grail Order has arrived.

The arrival of the cult members relieved the guards. Just today, they had heard about the cauldron's reputation. Although the idea of ​​it bringing the dead back to life sounded exaggerated, they believed it could at least heal the seriously injured.

Good medical treatment has a significant effect on boosting morale.

The carriage stopped at the rear of the battle line, and the envoy Saisu continued on horseback. He looked around and raised his eyebrows.

"They didn't come here either?"

“There’s been a lot of activity in the north; the main force might be here soon.” The local commander, wearing a helmet with a white feather veil covering his face but his body was wrapped in a black leather coat, stepped forward to welcome the Holy Grail Order.

No one knows where Conione will attack from. They also have reinforcements. The East District may face multiple battles. Before the enemy appears, the Holy Grail Order will patrol the East District continuously. However, the garrison in each place will hope that this medical team can stay with them for a while.

Saisu smiled and nodded, then glanced at the pile of civilian corpses behind him.

"Have you already engaged their forwards?"

"They weren't the vanguard, but they might be scouts from Conionnay," the commander said, his voice slightly distorted as it came from inside his helmet. "They tried to charge the front line, but we stopped them in time."

“Hmm—” Saisu looked away: “We’ll stay here a little longer.”

Before the words were finished, the sentry on the roof suddenly blew his iron whistle, the sharp sound tickling everyone's nerves.

Although the street was already quiet before, it was now even more so, with the armed men seeking cover and listening intently for sounds coming from the north.

The person responsible for connecting the light tubes with the power cord and adjusting the arc generator also stopped.

Reason tells them it's best to get things done, but emotion makes them run, run as far as possible.

The commander, without speaking to Sesu, turned and rushed toward the building. He reached out and grabbed a rope hanging from the roof, and the people above immediately pulled him up.

He saw it; the black wolf pack was silently surging towards them.

How could it be so fast?!

Although he had just been putting on an act in front of the Holy Grail Order members, he was aware of their plan called "using fire to fight fire." The monsters released into the northern district would hold off the werewolves for a while, and even if their abilities were limited, he thought they could at least buy them two hours to complete the deployment of their positions here.

The howls coming from the north made him think that the werewolves were fighting monsters with the witchers, so he lowered his guard.

But it's not even nine o'clock yet, and the werewolves have already arrived, which means they set off as soon as night fell and didn't encounter any obstacles on the way.

What are those things fighting the monsters in the North District?