Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 485: Following the Map
The massacre has stopped, but the sun continues to burn.

For werewolves, fighting spirit and appetite are closely related. Since the former cannot be satisfied, the latter must be satisfied. Fortunately, there is still plenty of food.

Clayton strolled through the blood-stained street as if he were ordering food from a menu in the most upscale restaurant.

Werewolves can draw 40% of the power from their hearts, 30% from their internal organs, and the remaining 30% from their flesh and blood.

He had swallowed the hearts of all the defeated creatures, except for the undead. But in order to get back into the fight quickly, he left the other parts untouched. The flesh was still intact, so he needed to pick through it. He couldn't eat them all, nor did he need to; he only needed to select the most nutritious organs.

Clayton ate heartily beside the corpse. His werewolf-like mouth, which had become elongated and enlarged, could hold even more flesh and blood. With just a few chews, he would swallow a piece of meat the size of a human head, and then the next piece, and the next.
The moon seemed to particularly favor battles that were close to evenly matched, and the rapid and frequent duels accelerated his efficiency in absorbing and using vital energy to heal his injuries.

The wounds he carried would have taken at least four nights to heal when he first became a werewolf, but now they only take one night.

Besides this, he also had a premonition that he would once again fall into uncontrollable madness during the next full moon.

Because of tonight's battle, the sacrifice to the moon will receive an unprecedentedly rich reward. He will gain more power from the concentration of the curse that his spirit cannot adapt to for the time being, and he can also gradually absorb some of the special abilities of these defeated people by consuming their bodies.

Lamia corresponds to the mutation in his eyeballs, Water Horse enhances his lung function, Mandikela makes his bones stronger, Kampus represents pure power, and the Swordsman leaves his hearing to the victor. Lamashtu's daughter improves Clayton's ability to identify pregnant women, which is better than nothing.

In Gevor, Clayton gained tougher skin by eating a tanner, unaware of the reason for this ability at the time, but now he does.

The werewolves’ common mother was watching him gently.

The curse from the moon has no concept of life, but it possesses abilities similar to likes, dislikes, and memories. Because of Clayton's outstanding performance and his intentional or unintentional learning of the ancestors' behavior and skills after performing the curse-binder ritual, they "liked" him very much and thus instinctively focused on him.

Amidst his busy schedule, Clayton, with blood on his lips, looked up and leisurely admired the moon that cast a silvery glow across the sky.

Such scenes are not common in Wei Aodi.

He stared at the beautiful moonlight, the perfect circle reflected in his pupils. His wolfish mouth was still opening and closing, chewing. Half of his wolf face was pursed as he chewed, revealing two rows of long, white, sharp teeth that crushed and tore apart the bloody pieces of flesh in his mouth.

Conionnai probably wasn't in the mood to appreciate the beautiful moonlight, he thought, and then something hard bumped between his teeth.

carve--

The sound came from his mouth like the sound of rubbing plaster with a chisel.

Clayton spat out what was in his mouth, and a white chariot piece stained with blood rolled onto his black palm, looking like something that couldn't possibly grow from flesh and blood.

His yellow eyes widened as he examined them for a few seconds before getting up and going to the other corpses, tearing them apart one by one with his claws.

Then he found more pieces.

Eating stopped.

The sun has found a new place to vent its heat.

“One left,” the gunman said, staring at the chessboard.

All the pieces that enjoyed fighting had fallen. The two bishops were still standing, but they were not fond of direct combat. Only the black king remained standing, having stopped for a while after moving to this square.

The Headless Horseman is actually the most threatening opponent to the Darkin.

It was once a renowned knight, and even after death, it was blessed by the moon, retaining the strength of a knight commander in life. Although it did not receive any power enhancement, the sturdy plate armor and silver-plated longsword that accompanied it ensured that it could still compete with Darkin of the same level at night. Its immortality also ensured that it would not be inferior to anyone in terms of combat endurance.

Without swordsmanship skills, it would be extremely difficult to defeat it; at least three young werewolves would be needed to defeat it without serious injury.

Serbergam also stared at the chessboard, his eyes much sharper than his sleek figure.

"Not necessarily. Even if it loses the battle, it won't die. The pieces can't reflect its situation. Do you really think a pack of werewolves can be defeated by these few monsters? Even the most optimistic person wouldn't think that way."

“But the mummy’s piece falls; it is also a resurrected ghost,” the gunman said.

"It's different. Awakening the dead requires facing twelve trials, but there are many ways to simply make the dead move. Their countermeasures are all different and cannot be treated as a trick. The Headless Horseman's driving force mostly comes from the secret teachings and deviant paths he practiced in his lifetime. The curse is just the spark on the fuse of a bomb. Ordinary exorcism rituals cannot destroy it."

Serbergan placed his index finger next to the King of Spades as a comparison.

The king piece remained motionless beside his finger.

He looked up at his companion: "It's probably been defeated. The battle is over."

As he was speaking, the gunman saw the chess piece move slightly.

"It moved again."

Serbergam lowered his head and saw that it was indeed so.

The King of Chess moves again.

The wizard then proposed a new hypothesis: "Well, maybe it didn't touch Conionne and was just searching for other corpses."

The King's position was not on the same square as where Mandikera was initially knocked down, nor were the other fallen pieces. They were similar yet different, suggesting that the battlefield was constantly shifting unintentionally. They couldn't figure out how far the real battlefield was from the King; perhaps it had never participated in the battle and was just wandering nearby.

This knight was a typical Dornish foot knight in life, who would not immediately engage in battle and would dismount before approaching the battlefield.

Werewolves, after all, have four legs and move like the wind; they may have left before the headless horseman even got close.

The gunman, watching the chess piece's movement, reminded the wizard, "It's moving south."

Serbergam gave an ambiguous hum, then reached out and grasped the piece, attempting to signal through the leader to the accessory pieces two kilometers away, trying to disrupt this unsettling move.

"They're probably searching for the departed Conionne. The headless knights prefer the heads of the strong, especially those with secret blade techniques. Those werewolves can easily obtain these techniques."

He didn't actually value the Headless Horseman.

More important than the headless horseman are the descendants of Ramashtu, who have now fallen.

Although the lioness was very strong, fighting was not her forte. Their most important task was to have her spread the plague in the North District.

The descendants of Ramashtu are rational and only enjoy torturing pregnant women and children. Serbergan cannot control her and can only hope that she will use her special abilities more in the battle against the werewolves to spread the disease curse.

Once signs of plague appear in the northern district, the Weaudi government can immediately activate the emergency plan to seal off the northern district. In addition to blocking the roads on the surface, the sewage towers erected in the city can even control the sewers—their original function is to control the gates of underground pipes and block the source of infection. Then doctors and wizards can extract sewage from the sewage towers in different districts to analyze the transmission path of the epidemic.

As soon as signs of the plague appeared, even the church had to step in to help them seal off the northern district.

No matter how capable Conionnay is, he cannot recklessly break through the blockade under these circumstances.

Darkborn are not easily infected by disease, but they can be carriers of plagues. Many people suspect that several terrible plagues in history were caused by them and wizards. Eliminating evil plagues is one of the important reasons for the establishment of the famous Inquisition.

At this point, if Conionne, relying on his military might, acts recklessly, it will provoke many people. And if Conionne is truly willing to isolate himself in the North District, then they have plenty of ways to deal with these bastards.

Unfortunately, because Ramashtu died so soon, these beautiful visions will probably never come true.

“I have a feeling it’s getting closer and closer to us.” The gunman frowned, interrupting Serbergam’s thoughts.

The King of Spades moves faster on the board, seemingly back to the horse form, and gradually moves westward.

The wizard frowned and focused his mind on the chessboard once more.

The headless horseman has no head and relies mainly on physical instincts to move, making his commands very ineffective, which he had expected. However, he still found it difficult to remain calm in this situation.

A bunch of cursed creatures should obey orders properly; without his command, these bastards have no reason to exist.

In Serbergam's view, the resistance of fools is the most disgusting.

As he repeatedly adjusted the movement of the chess piece by infusing it with the spirit of the strange object, its trajectory was indeed affected. It moved south again, although this was not the intended direction. However, the human troops under the command of Conionnai should have already clashed with the troops on the northern front. He and his companions had heard gunfire earlier, so the werewolves who were fighting the monsters were probably the ones supporting their subordinates on the eastern border.

At this point, we should do everything we can to hold them back, even if it means violating the rules.

The rules don't matter; victory is what matters.

However, just as he was inwardly condemning himself, the king piece on the chessboard suddenly changed its trajectory and slid back towards the safe house with remarkable precision.

And it's getting faster!
The gunman's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up.

Serbergam's mind went blank for a moment, but thanks to his long-cultivated mental strength, he reacted instinctively faster than his companions. His overweight body leaped from his seat, overturning the chair and lunging towards the door.

Regardless of whether the Headless Horseman wins or loses, danger is definitely approaching them.

Although they didn't know why the location of the safe house had been exposed, they knew that the speed of the warhorses was almost the same as that of the werewolves. At that speed, they would arrive here in two minutes, and they absolutely could not fight off an attack from multiple werewolves or the Headless Horseman on their own.

Just as he reached the door, Serbergan suddenly turned back with red eyes, grabbed the chessboard, and then rushed back to the door to rejoin the gunman.

In just a few seconds, the wizard realized that simply running away wouldn't outrun four legs, nor would it shake off the pursuers.

Those who are hostile to the manipulators behind the scenes don't need to be carefully examined; a human running on the streets at night is suspicious in itself, and he can't possibly run very far.

Therefore, the key now is to discard the chessboard and disrupt the connection between the leader and the pieces.

The dock was not far from the house, so he might still have a chance to throw everything into the river and then go back inside to clean up the traces.

However, his obese figure ultimately slowed him down.

He tripped over the overturned chair, and as he got up, a heavy thud came from the roof.

Serbergam and his gunman companion held their breath, maintaining their current posture, their faces ashen as they stared at the roof. But since they lacked the ability to see through thick bricks and tiles, they naturally couldn't see anything.

But then there was no sound. They waited for twenty seconds, and the rooftop was deathly silent.

It was as if they had just misheard the sound.

Perhaps it was just a pebble blown onto the roof by the wind, but the sound of it hitting the roof made them panic.

The gunman remained expressionless, nodding to Serbergam, indicating that he should use the King's Chess piece to check its position. However, since Serbergam had picked up the board, the pieces could no longer be on the board and needed to be rearranged.

The wizard tiptoed back onto the chessboard, then gently placed the chess pieces on it, waiting for the power of the artifact to guide it back to its original position.

Dodo!

The sudden knocking on the door was terrifying and eerie.

Although the lights were on inside, it wasn't the right time for neighbors to visit.

The two tense individuals simultaneously looked towards the door. Before the wizard could even use his psychic abilities to observe the outside world, the gunman had already instinctively fired his weapon at the door.

A barrage of silver bullets pierced the wooden door, and crimson blood flowed from the numerous bullet holes in the yellow wooden door, resembling weeping eyes. Clearly, the bullets had struck the uninvited guest.

However, the door chain was also broken during the recent shooting.

The door was pushed open.

A black beast, far too big to fit through the doorway, stood firmly blocking the entrance. The bullet had hit its abdomen, and thick blood was flowing down its fur, but it seemed completely unconcerned. It casually bent down and squeezed into the doorway, like a giant entering a dwarf community.

Once the tall werewolf had established itself in the room, its glowing eyes stared at the people inside with a half-smile.

The gunman dropped his shotgun, drew his pistol, and aimed it at the creature. He still had one more shot, so he chose the center of its abdomen, which was unprotected by bones. If he could hit it, he could pierce its flesh and sever its spine.

The werewolf neither dodged nor evaded, letting the silver bullets pierce its flesh; indeed, they did not seem to cause it much damage.

"This is impossible!"

Serbergan took a few steps back, trying to sit back down, but instead plopped down on the floor.

The gunman, his face grim, drew his dagger, which was also silver-plated.

"Why not?" the werewolf asked with interest, looking down.

“That chess piece cannot be removed. Once it leaves the flesh, it will lose its connection with the leader, and the headless knight will be unable to tell you anything.” The wizard gritted his teeth and said, “How did you find your way here?”

"You said this."

The werewolf suddenly realized what was happening. It plunged its claws into its abdomen, tearing open the hole along the bullet wound to reveal half of the headless knight soaking in minced meat and gastric juices inside its pink stomach. Then it carefully squeezed it out, and it fell to the floor with a thud.

Its lower body and corresponding armor were missing, and its arms were bound. Several silver bullets were embedded in the plate armor on its chest.

It was this creature that shielded the werewolf from two fatal attacks by the gunman.

"understand?"

The werewolf winked at them, then closed its belly again: "Your tricks were a bit too wicked. I'm going to punish you by making you live in its place later. Any last words?"

“I want to try again,” Serberg said sincerely.

The wallpaper on all sides of the room began to change color, and green runes emerged, densely surrounding them.

(End of this chapter)