Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 515 Why Must We Have Met Before?

The broken bones did not affect the wolf hunter's movement.

The Blade Technique allows one to materialize anything into a weapon, including one's own body.

Even if they lose consciousness due to the drug, their bodies still remember how to fight and avoid damage.

The shattered bones reformed under the pressure of the muscles, followed by a twitch. The werewolf, pinned to the wall, seemed to transform into a gecko, escaping from Clayton's grasp.

The other two werewolf hunters did not fire; even unconscious, caution was ingrained in their very being.

Since Clayton was adept at dodging, the loaded silver bullets served as a last resort, forcing him to conceal his true form—in this narrow passage, the enormous werewolf could no longer dodge their guns.

He can only fight them in human form.

Three sharpened scimitars came at Clayton from different directions. He swung the Builder's Blade to deflect two of the scimitars, then stepped to the side and crashed into the crook of the arm holding the third blade. Avoiding the blade, he swung his left elbow and struck the werewolf hunter in the head and face, causing him to stagger and the sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard.

The two curved blades that had just been deflected turned back and slashed at his chest and abdomen, forcing him back.

Having moved away from Clayton, the werewolf with the fractured skull regained his balance, though his reaction speed had decreased, which seemed like a good opening.

Without needing any prompting, Julius dropped his pistol, pointed it at the man, and began chanting an incantation. As he finished speaking, the werewolf hunter didn't show any obvious changes, but his movements seemed to subtly alter.

"He's become even less sensitive to pain!" he shouted.

Clayton did not answer, but the long-handled hammer immediately slid downwards, its raven-beak-like tip piercing flesh and hooking the victim's calf, pulling him backwards.

The other two werewolves stepped forward, intending to swing their knives again, but he pulled his companion's body over them, blocking their path completely.

Relying solely on muscle memory, the werewolf hunter struggled to pull his hooked leg back, and his struggle with the city builder caused the wound to tear open, with large patches of skin being ripped off.

Although he eventually broke free of his restraints, he could no longer use that leg normally.

Being insensitive to pain is not a good thing in combat. Pain triggers the instinct to dodge, and not feeling pain means being more susceptible to injury.

After severely injuring his opponent, Clayton retreated in time, swinging his hammer to the right. The bloodied hammerhead struck the wall in vain, seemingly just a panicked swing to force his opponent to retreat, but it was not a wise move against an opponent of equal strength.

The remaining two werewolves seized this opportunity and rushed forward, but they did not expect that Clayton would not block or dodge, and the hammer he swung at the wall would go even faster.

The hammer struck the surface of the fire-baked ceramic tile, and a large amount of gravel gushed out like water splashing when a heavy object falls into water.

The tiny fountain obscured the view of the two wolf hunters.

During a brief moment of visual impairment, dodging means relinquishing the initiative in the attack and may not even guarantee a safe escape. Without thinking, muscle memory makes them neither dodge nor evade, and they continue to swing their knives.

When the gravel and debris that had been ejected from the wall landed, their surfaces were stained crimson.

Clayton's left side was slashed open by a sharp blade, but his left hand was already piercing the jaw of a werewolf hunter. With another pull, the entire jawbone, along with half a piece of flesh from the neck, was torn off.

Blood gushed from the victim's carotid artery, turning the last remaining werewolf hunter into a blood-soaked figure.

boom!
The wounded werewolf fired a shot, the bullet piercing the werewolf's trapezius muscle, just a hair's breadth from Clayton's neck. This saved his companion's life. Without hesitation, the blood-covered werewolf, using the lubrication of his companion's blood on the ground, slid low and passed under Clayton's left armpit. He switched his scimitar to his left hand and slashed diagonally at the werewolf's leg, while his right hand quickly reached to his chest to draw his gun.

However, the sorcerer he had been ignoring suddenly lunged at him and grabbed him by the neck from behind.

An ordinary person's physical strength could not possibly surpass that of a werewolf hunter, but Julius's body was no longer as frail as before. He had just injected himself with an injection under Clayton's cover—not the drug for ascension, but the one Clayton had given him.

The werewolf's blood carried power, and as he began to exert himself, black threads climbed up his face and arms.

The werewolf hunter's movements were slowed and distorted by the oppressor on his back. At the same time, Clayton hurled his Ravenbeak Warhammer at the werewolf hunter with a leg injury, forcing him to dodge the warhammer. He didn't have the strength to draw his gun and fire immediately. Then he quickly turned around, grabbed Julius's "prisoner" by the hair, and stabilized the head slightly before his right knee flew diagonally to meet him.

This is where the magic of turning stone into gold comes in, instantly transforming this ordinary face into something extraordinary.

Seeing that Clayton's hand didn't loosen, Julius instinctively released it. Clayton then dragged the werewolf hunter's grotesque corpse to his side; it turned out the wounded werewolf hunter had already drawn his pistol. Just as Clayton lifted the body, the last werewolf hunter fired.

The silver bullet pierced the corpse and exited, but by the time it hit Clayton, it had lost much of its power, merely embedding itself perfectly into the skin and leaving a silver scar.

Clayton hurled the corpse at him, and the werewolf scrambled to avoid his companion's body. Just as he regained his balance, Clayton was already standing in front of him. With a powerful, soccer-shot-like kick, his body flew through the air, crashing into the wall and leaving a deep red stain and patches of cracks on the blackened surface.

"Is everything resolved?" Julius wiped his mouth, suddenly finding the corpse before him increasingly alluring, and he couldn't help but look away.

Clayton closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the hot air in the corridor to warm his lungs.

"No, the magic on me is still not off, she's still here."

"The flames didn't reach her, and there was no smell of life in the wind."

"She's underground!"

The dungeon beneath the brothel had its own independent ventilation system because the things the lich priests did to the prisoners inside couldn't be heard from those above; that would be quite unpleasant for most people.
Thanks to this, the prisoners and the witch Loretta escaped the fire.

Even after the fire died down, Loretta remained there, just as tense as the other prisoners. Perhaps they too had realized that the Witches had been attacked. Though still in jail, her hands and feet in shackles, those who were clear-headed watched her coldly, as if trying to savor the joy in her grief and anger.

She could hear the sound of flames burning the building, one after another, as if licking her nerves.

This sanatorium was the culmination of her years of hard work, more precious than her own children, and every moment of damage to it deepened her hatred for that werewolf.

That werewolf, Clayton Bello—damn it, she knew him before, even before the Friendship Society and Conionai. He was asking around in Weaudie, looking for two people, Ginger and Edgar.

While resting by the roadside, the two heard strange noises coming from the sewers. Out of curiosity, they began to trace the source of the noises and eventually found a brothel disguised as a workhouse. They also discovered the secret of the dungeon built in the sewers.

Even within the Love Society, not everyone supports this level of pleasure. If the existence of this place were made public, the Witchcraft Society would have to go into hiding again, just like it did long ago.

To prevent the news from leaking, Loretta gave them two choices: either join the Witchcraft Society or die.

But to their surprise, during their imprisonment, a member of the Witchcraft Guild who knew them secretly released them and directed them to seek refuge with Conionne. Although the traitor was eventually dealt with, Loretta remained resentful about their escape.

In Weaudi, the voice of the Brotherhood of Friendship is the loudest, which is the source of the Witchcraft Society's confidence. However, if they pass the werewolf blood ritual of Konione and become werewolves, Konione may take revenge on them for the sake of the new members.

If they told the church about this, the church members might suddenly have a crazy idea and make a big fuss—they probably wouldn't believe the nonsense of two poor people, and they might not do anything because they're afraid, but who would dare to take the risk?

Loretta was finally relieved two months later.

No one came forward to investigate the two missing men; they must have either escaped or died.

In January, she received word that someone was looking for Ginger and Edgar.

The man asked many police officers, prisoners, and union members, and the news naturally reached her ears from the prison.

She began to pay attention to Clayton Bello.

Later, this person went to Bodarabik to visit Conionnai, and for a while there was no news of him. She thought he was dead, but soon after, he reappeared in the South District, which startled her.

Next came the battle of this werewolf in the North District.

Loretta's attitude softened somewhat due to his formidable fighting prowess and his stance; this afternoon, she even considered whether to recruit Clayton.

He disobeys Conionnai, despises the Fellowship, and is not a White Cultist, so why can't the Witchcraft Society try to accept him?

If he continues to provide seeds, the Demon Lord's followers will surely grow rapidly.

As for his pursuit of Ginger and Edgar, it may also be out of hatred.

Loretta had thought a lot, but before she could actually confide these thoughts to anyone else, Clayton came in person, accompanied by a hostility she couldn't comprehend.