Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 438 The fight between trapped beasts
Clayton had to admit that the werewolf curse brought him joy.

It was a pleasure to use this powerful body to perform any exercise. He could feel that he was very strong, even when weak, he was still very strong.

When he swung his claws with all his strength to cut through the flesh and the smell of blood rushed into his mouth and nose, the pleasure he enjoyed was incomparable.

Even though his skin and flesh were peeled off and bleeding, he did not feel entirely in pain, but rather a bit of pleasure.

These enemies were not spiders, nor were they immortal human warriors, but werewolves like him. When he wanted to kill these fellows, and they also wanted to kill him wholeheartedly, the emotions and thoughts of both sides were shared at this moment, and they could even be said to be confidants - there was no more equal relationship than this.

They are eager to kill each other, not only because of the secular camp, but also because they want to prove that they are stronger than the other party. In order to achieve this goal, they do not use weapons, only their own minions, and try their best to show their opponents the tricks they have learned throughout their lives.

Just as the competition between singers is to see whose voice is more melodious, and the competition between painters is to seek the excellence in painting brushwork, images and colors, the competition between warriors naturally uses perseverance and fighting skills as the standard of comparison.

Even if you are one step behind in the competition, it means that your opponent has demonstrated exquisite skills beyond your ability.

This is an opportunity to learn and explore higher levels.

The three werewolves deliberately changed their positions to surround Clayton. The beast's breath and claws ready to pounce were very noticeable, but their main goal was not to kill him in one breath. Instead, they sometimes lured and sometimes forced Clayton, gradually pushing him to a dead end with no way out, and at the same time delaying time for the werewolf who was seriously injured at the beginning to recover.

While they fought, it just sat there eating, the flesh on its belly shrinking rapidly.

But Clayton soon realized their tactics, and his experience as a cavalry commander made him good at judging the situation.

When he saw the werewolf who had been seriously injured just now gradually recovering his fighting ability, he knew that he was in for a tough battle. Pressure and passion rapidly increased in his body at the same time, and his thoughts were working at the fastest speed.

When he was hanging on the iron beam, he had already observed the route here clearly and understood where he could go and where he could not go. When he recalled these things, the intentions of Kong Lione and others became very clear in his eyes.

The close cooperation of these werewolves weakened Clayton's power advantage, and he could not fight three alone.

The memories of the ancestors include this situation. Even a strong Saga needs to temporarily avoid the attack when facing multiple enemies. The best way is to create a one-on-one opportunity and pull other werewolves into his own rhythm.

Clayton managed to break out of the encirclement at the cost of a grab on the shoulder, then leaped up and landed on the plank road again, climbing over the railing instead of hanging there upside down.

Only he can jump that high. It takes some effort for other werewolves to get up there. The shortest way is to climb up the shelf and then jump up, but it is easy to be attacked along the way.

Maybe he wanted to wait for them to go up and then jump down, repeating this process over and over again, luring them to consume their energy or find a flaw.

As long as their pace is not consistent, they will easily be defeated one by one by the opponent.

Gerhardt stood on the ground and stared at Clayton. He had decided to use himself as bait. He shouted at Lucas and Sorodan to climb up through the shelves together, while he stood alone below.

The two beasts were as disciplined as machines, connected by blood. Their movements were almost identical, and they climbed up the suspended plank road step by step, without encountering any obstructions. In the end, they stood on the same plane and confronted Clayton.

Without saying a word, Clayton glanced at Gerhardt, then took another leap and went over the railing on the other side.

Gerhardt couldn't see him this time. They were at the two ends of a huge shelf, and the goods displayed on it separated their sight. There was no time to wait for Gerhardt's order, and Sorodan and Lucas also jumped down.

Then there was a sound of fierce fighting coming from behind the shelf.

Clayton is not targeting any one person.

He couldn't fight three people at once, but he was confident that he could fight two people at once.

Gerhardt's face changed, and he rushed over, covering the wound on his abdomen that had not yet healed, and joined the fight again.

When the three black claw werewolves gathered together, Clayton fled without a fight, even if he was injured. The transport warehouse with a strong artificial smell gradually turned into a jungle in the eyes of the werewolves. They sometimes chased and bit, and sometimes hid in the "brush" formed by the shelves and cargo boxes waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

The werewolves fought violently, they were injured and recovered, blood and hair splattered, and terrible scratches were imprinted on wooden boxes and even iron plates. If later generations saw the terrible traces of destruction they caused in the environment, they would be absolutely dumbfounded.

But Konglione's werewolves were not weaklings, and they eventually forced Clayton into a dead end. The werewolf Lucas on his right began to transform, shortening his body and limbs, turning into a black wolf, and then rolled behind him.

He wanted to turn back, but Gerhardt and Sorodan's claws were already close to his ribs, so he had to look away to deal with the powerful enemy in front of him. As the leader of this assassin team, Gerhardt was naturally the most powerful one. His claws were faster than Sorodan's. His sharp nails dug into the flesh of Clayton's chest, but he was not satisfied. He wanted to go deeper to explore the heart, vowing to avenge the previous laparotomy.

Pain invaded his chest, and Clayton did not retreat as he instinctively did, but suddenly bent his upper body, which not only changed the angle of the vital point, but also used his hard ribs to break all the fingers that dared to go deep, trapping one of Gerhardt's claws in his body. At the same time, he lowered his head and bit Sorodan's claws that were about to reach out, and his densely packed white fangs like stalactites pierced through the paws and claws, holding Sorodan's right hand in his mouth.

The intense pain made the two already exhausted werewolves even more furious. They either used their remaining hands to tear the overly tough fur on Clayton's back, or pounded his head with their fists, trying to use more pain to force him to let go, but these attempts were futile.

Clayton lowered his head and gasped. He didn't need vision. Since the opponent's claws had been controlled, he could figure out the opponent's position just by his teeth and the pain in his chest. He raised his hands at the same time to grab the soft abdomen of the two prey, ready to hit them hard in one breath, but he felt a pain in his right leg. A strong force was pulling him back, preventing him from succeeding.

It turned out that the black wolf in Lucas's form had bitten him, and the wolf's mouth kept tearing at Clayton's hind legs. The irregular force destroyed his balance.

The toughness of the fur is limited, and blood continues to flow from Sorodan's wolf kiss.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and the werewolves in front of Clayton took the opportunity to break free from control. They grabbed Clayton at the same time, pulling him in different directions with all their strength, using claws strong enough to tear thick bark and teeth that could pierce door panels to tear him, just like the ancient ancestors of all werewolves hunting in groups those giants and warriors who claimed to be descendants of gods.

They made him bleed, pushed him to exhaustion, and then ripped open his belly to let his internal organs spill out.

But because of the overly tough fur, it will take some time for them to do this.

Three quarters of Clayton's limbs were controlled by the Kongriones. He lowered his head, and the pupils in the center of his yellow eyes, which no one could see, dilated. He knew that he would never die here, because he could sense the expectant gazes of his ancestors as if they were real, right above his body and in his soul.

It wasn't just Saga who was watching him.

The feeling of dying was as intoxicating as the priest's incense. He almost thought it was an illusion, but the feeling was so real.

"Do you feel it?" Clayton asked in a low voice. His voice seemed weak because the other muscles in his body were exerting too much force, but it was still loud enough for the werewolves who were killing him to hear.

No one responded, and they didn't have the energy to speak.

Four beastly arms thicker than an adult man's thighs held the yellow-eyed werewolf, and a giant wolf was biting its hind legs from behind, but no one dared to relax. A powerful resistance force still existed in this huge body and continued to fight against them.

They had never executed a werewolf with the strength of Clan Fang.

The huge werewolf bent over and lowered its head. Its limbs were firmly muscular, and its raised, bloody black back looked like a hill. They were daunted by the sight of it, yet also felt satisfied with their own heroic feat.

Lance, the only surviving newborn, finally woke up from his madness, and his injuries were almost healed. He was now staggering towards us.

If only he joined them, they would be able to execute the werewolf more easily and quickly.

Clayton spoke again, his tone slightly disappointed.

"You can't hear it."

Apart from the creaking sounds of their companions' muscles stretching, Konglione and the others could hear no other sounds.

"You really should listen to this, it's a wise saying." Clayton turned his head to look at Gerhardt, with an unreadable look in his eyes: "Because he's talking about how to deal with opponents like you!"

Hearing these words, alarm bells rang in Gerhardt and Lucas' minds, and they tightened their grip at the same time.

But they weren't Clayton's target.

He suddenly released his last support point, raised his left leg and kicked hard at the face of the giant wolf Lucas, his hooked toe piercing Lucas' nose.

Lucas' father sent someone to spy on his brother Linde Conleone to spy on confidential matters. This was discovered by the patriarch Opilus, who then arranged for him to atone for his father's sin.

And the moment Clayton's hind leg stepped on his nose, he was sure that he could atone for ten more felonies.

The tip of the nose is a common weakness of beastmen. The severe pain made Lucas retreat frantically according to his instinct, but his curved wolf fangs were not so easy to pull out of Clayton's flesh and blood. The retreating action tore the wound on Clayton's right leg more seriously, but also pulled Clayton backwards.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Clayton's left foot touched the ground again, and with his own strength and the help of Lucas's traction, he suddenly pulled his arms out of the hands of Sorodan and Gerhardt.