Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 416 The Beginning of Chaos
The most profane, disgusting, and erotic things in the world have happened in this mansion.

Even now, at dusk, dozens of naked men and women are shamelessly trying to please the lustful demon god Ainate in the corridors, kitchens, auditoriums, reception rooms, and restaurants using a ritual that everyone knows.

When they took off their clothes, the characteristics of different races appeared on these darkspawn who usually hide themselves, scales, feathers, and patches of fluff, but none of them regarded these as obstacles to their harmonious integration with other creatures.

Moans of pain and pleasure, high and low, filled the mansion.

On different floors, fallen priests in black robes held lanterns and shuttled back and forth among these entangled bodies, inspecting everything that happened here as if it was normal.

The sound finally stopped until the night completely engulfed the mansion.

The men put on their clothes, and the women were helped by servants to the secret room in the mansion, which was lit only by candles. They lay on the beds that had been prepared in advance, waiting for the Demon Lord to come in person in the completely enclosed space.

In the dim candlelight, several women were watched by the demon marquis. They lay flat on the white bed, their bodies trembling, their sweat soaking the sheets beneath them, their bellies gradually bulging. By midnight, when the reward from hell ended, they looked like pregnant women in their ninth month of pregnancy.

At this point, the secret room was opened again, and several elderly female servants who also believed in heresy came in to assist them in the birth.

The fetuses born from between those open thighs were covered with amniotic fluid and blood. Their size and weight were no different from those of normal babies, but their shapes were clearly not yet formed. Perhaps when they really grew up, their size would no longer be suitable for being delivered by their current mothers.
Among these finished products, only one baby was different from the others.

It clenched its fists and curled up tenderly. The horns on its head that had not yet hardened and its sheep-like feet proved that it had inherited its father's status.

It was dragged out of its mother's birth canal by a midwife, and then passed through many hands amid awe-inspiring gazes, before finally being delivered to the arms of a kind-looking heretic priest.

The heretic priest kissed the baby's head and threw it into the fire.

After sending the Demon Prince to hell, the fallen bishop of the Witch Council received a revelation.

"We should fight."

The news was notified to everyone in the mansion.

In addition to the two major Dark Indigen shelters, the Yellow Light Society and the Witch Demon Society, the other scattered Dark Indigen also have their own associations to seek help. If all else fails, they can ask for protection by donating their wealth. This is the confidence that allows them to stay.

Within a day of the Guards' large-scale attack on the Dark Ethnic group, the Charming Candy House, the "Ancient Coin" Shipwreck Salvage Company, the Wolf Hunter Group, the "Sharp Fangs and Sharp Mouths" Club, and the Dirag University's research team on the relationship between the development of indigenous witchcraft and New World spices, all of the churches, secret societies, cult groups, non-human worshippers, and devil believers in Weiodi who had some abilities got the news.

Regardless of whether this incident has anything to do with them, these organizational figures are secretly planning how to benefit themselves from this conflict.

Throughout the day, through various rituals, spiritualism, divination, prophecy, and prayers, the attitude of these secret cults towards the guards gradually became consistent, that is, complete hostility.

Beyond the confrontational attitude, a name that no one had ever heard of was suddenly mentioned in revelation by some high-ranking being.

Alexander Eleven.

"Kill him and take away his achievements." These revelations said this in unison.

The followers of these alien gods do not need to know what this person has done in the past, because when his name is mentioned by the superiors, he is already a dead man.

In the early hours of the next morning, real-world warriors began to appear on the streets as if no one was around.

Although they usually appeared on the streets, their clothes were basically the same as those of ordinary people before. But now, in order to be ready to attack at any time or to defend against attacks from others at any time, they wore weapons and armor painted with colorful emblems, witchcraft artifacts, and even amulets made of various animal and plant materials.

Finally, many people painted their faces with war patterns, either to increase their strength or simply to prevent others from seeing their faces clearly.

The strange costumes made passers-by who were unaware of the situation begin to wonder if there was any special holiday that day. Only a few people noticed that those people in funny costumes had no smiles on their faces and carried sharp weapons and guns that could kill people, so they kept their distance in silence.

As daylight fell, the sounds of explosions were heard in various districts as these comically dressed characters began to move.

Feeling threatened, the Guards formed several action teams and went to the East and South Districts to protect the Sacred Heart Fraternity's assets, which was exactly what the wealthy people of Weiodi hired them for.

But at this time, the complicated origins of the guards began to show their disadvantages - these warriors were more willing to act freely when they saw an opportunity, rather than obey orders. Wasting time to protect something in a period when it was legal to rob was not their choice.

The Sacred Heart Fraternity did offer higher wages to those who stayed at their posts to make up for the lost opportunities for robbery, but these wealthy people got one thing wrong - not everyone prefers pure money, and some real-world characters prefer priceless treasures such as rare objects to money.

In addition to some members who voluntarily left the team, these action teams also encountered many ambushes during the movement. Their numbers gradually decreased, and only half of the team actually arrived at their posts, and even then they were not fully staffed.

Sporadic gunfire rang out in the West and South Sides, and occasionally people could be seen falling out of building windows on the roadside, but this did not interrupt the tide of workers dragging their bodies to work.

At this moment, a boy ignored the gunshots and walked towards the west area in a daze among the workers.

He didn't stop until another group of people passed by in front of him.

A blind, beautiful woman walked in the center of the crowd. She had red hair and could move on her own without the help of others. Her white eyes seemed to see nothing, yet seemed to see everything. On the street with thick smoke rising from all four corners of the sky, she walked indifferently. More than 40 armed men surrounded her, clearing the way for her, and workers who approached were pushed away by them.

As they crossed the street, the boy and the others continued on their way.
The person he was looking for was the branch of the Brotherhood of Sincerity which had an independent practice ground in the West District.

In a long-abandoned park, a dozen ascetics ruled the land and used the most horrific methods in the world to inflict them on themselves and their fellow believers, searching for the wounds that best suited them.

Until the diocesan bishop gives the order, everything in the outside world has nothing to do with them.

Even if a child approached, only two or three people would stop their practice to consider his feelings, while the others would concentrate on their practice.

An old ascetic stepped forward and said, "Child, this is not the place for you."

The boy put his hands behind his back and moved his feet uncomfortably. "My name is Joseph. My brother works nearby, but he hasn't been home for four days. I want to know if you have seen him. If not, maybe you can accompany me to where he works. I... I have a reward, in the form of money."

He held out his hand, on which lay a shilling coin, enough to buy a meal for everyone here.

Ever since the “merchant” who had been rescued left a reward, the only trouble Joseph had to deal with was the disappearance of his relatives, which was no easier than saving people.

In Weiordi, disappearance is a very common thing.

Apart from the "merchant", the Sincere Brotherhood was the only one Joseph could think of that would help him.

There are also these ascetics in the North District. They often beg and sometimes rummage through garbage with him, but no one dares to mess with them. During the period when the priests in the church are temporarily absent, they will also take on the task of praying for the deceased - for a fee, of course.

"What does he look like?" asked the ascetic.

He didn't come up to grab the money, which made Joseph less afraid of strangers.

"He has yellow hair and looks like me, but is a little older and has one front tooth missing." Joseph thought for a moment and added, "He has been ill recently, and skin is always falling off his body, and his eyes are a little red."

"Where does he work?"

"It's right next street over. They call that place Warehouse 96."

The old monk moved his tongue around in his mouth, which could be clearly seen through the holes in his cheeks. Then he grabbed the money and turned around to call another monk over.

"Mhlanga, my fellow believer, I know you don't plan to practice here for long. But we did you a favor before, and now it's your turn to help us."

"But I'm afraid I don't have much time. I will have to travel again soon. Now I just want to enjoy a moment of peace." The younger ascetic answered him.

"We are going to write a Passion Book, and we will use your blood and skin in it."

The old ascetic's seduction worked, and Mhlanga agreed to take it on.

So the old monk pointed at him, asked the child to repeat what he had just said to him, and then sent them out together.