Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 448 Sharp Conflict

After the recording was finished, Julius took out the recording card and played with it.

"I see. The sharp stone necklace is wolf teeth, and the black robe is wolf skin. The so-called putting clothes on him is actually just the werewolf eating him."

"It was precisely because he suspected that the werewolves would threaten him that Jeremy Busby decided to cut off his secret connection with Conrionet."

"The rift between them is real, but Opiros doesn't know about it yet, and Basbe doesn't want him to know, so he paid a certain price to let the Hutton family deal with Conleone for him."

Julius made a comment, but Clayton made no response, making it seem as if he was talking to himself.

He turned around and saw the lieutenant with his head down, his expression uncertain, no longer as crazy as before.

"What did you think of?" he asked.

Clayton raised his head, his eyes seemed to be looking through Julius at a stranger: "Let's talk about it outside."

Leaving the old duke's mansion was as easy as they came. It was not until they walked four streets and came to an empty alley that Clayton spoke: "Do you know the Winged Serpent organization?"

Julius was stunned: "I don't know much. The Winged Serpent is a very low-key association. It has coexisted with the nobles of this place for a long time. In the past, it has always been famous for its pharmacy."

"But their pursuit is obviously related to this name. The Winged Snake is the ancestor of all snakes and the first creature to eat the elixir of immortality. It gained the ability to shed its skin. After shedding its skin continuously, it regained its youth and gained wings strong enough to fly. It also passed on the skills of transformation to its descendants, but among its descendants, there has never been an individual as outstanding as it."

"Most of the Winged Serpent's worshippers worship the phenomenon of metamorphosis. These association members do indeed master a secret technique called metamorphosis. They can use metamorphosis to eliminate all injuries and poisons on their bodies. It is said that they can also be immune to curses. This is not an ordinary ability."

"Can this technique change their form?" Clayton asked bluntly. "I mean - frequently, at least once a month."

"I do not know."

Facing the werewolf's questioning gaze, Julius spread out his hands.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not omniscient. In addition, the development of esotericism in the past two centuries has been as rapid as science. It's not surprising that these esoteric practitioners can come up with anything. And if they have this ability that's close to a curse, they will definitely keep it secret."

"But in the past, it took at least a year to use the blood secret path to change one's appearance."

Hearing his answer, Clayton did not speak again, but just thought about it.

At six o'clock in the morning, a time when sunlight can be seen in other cities, the black smoke above Wei Aodi's head still covered the earth.

For the sake of profit, the machines in the factories are running day and night. Even in the rich and densely populated East District, the impact of pollution is the same. Here, the dim sky affects people's work and rest habits. The rich go home to rest after dancing and attending various parties, and wake up at ten o'clock in the morning. Although the police are not rich, their work and rest are similar to them.

Thinking about Nightingale's rebuke, Sheriff Albert returned to the single employee dormitory arranged by the police station at two o'clock in the morning in a depressed mood to sleep. Unexpectedly, he was woken up at five o'clock.

The visitor brought an order from the chief, requiring him to take the summoned personnel to patrol the Siffrebus Cathedral in the southern district.

That area is not under their jurisdiction, but the local police station in the South District has sent people there as additional reinforcements.

The messenger revealed some more information to Albert. Although the order came directly from the director, it was related to higher-ups. Some thugs clashed near the church, with endless gunshots and roars. The parish directors woke up three hours earlier than Albert.

The city hall building, which Albert nicknamed the Hell Building, was also brightly lit at this moment, and many officials and clerks were said to have stayed up all night.

All the police officers in the dormitory were awakened and asked to go back to the police station to get their weapons before going out on the mission.

The actions of the thugs seemed to have been anticipated by the bigwigs, so they had mobilized supplies in advance for the security personnel, who had breastplates and large-caliber shotguns. As for the police, they were lucky to be assigned a pistol. When they arrived at the scene, the battle was in full swing.

The church was surrounded by a high-ranking security force known as the Guards, joined by local police officers. They wore lanterns on their waists, making them very conspicuous at night, while their opponents were some people who did not carry lanterns and whose faces could not be seen clearly.

There were chaotic sounds of gunfire in the gloomy sky, and Albert could also hear the sound of bow and crossbow strings vibrating.

Under his command, the police officers did not immediately intervene in the fight. They stopped at a distance, found cover first, and then moved closer while covering each other.

Their equipment is very poor, but due to the requirements of relevant laws, veterans are given priority in the recruitment of police officers. The military laid off a group of soldiers last year, so it can be said that those who cannot support themselves after retirement come to apply. Therefore, even if the police officers here have never fought in a war, they have received basic army training.

However, after getting closer, they discovered something strange about the guy fighting the guards.

The fact that they were able to fight without any lighting tools could be attributed to the help of the lanterns on the guards, but any other explanation would be incomprehensible.

Albert saw with his own eyes a guy wearing a wooden painted mask throwing a silver coin. When it reached the highest point, the guns that were originally aimed at him all chased after the silver coin, and he immediately threw several darts to injure the security guards. Another person crawled on the ground with all four limbs. The twisted trajectory and terrifying speed made it difficult to aim, and he crawled all the way into the church.

The most surprising person was a guy in a black robe. Under his deep hood, one could only see a thick darkness. He did not run fast, and his speed could even be said to be slower than that of ordinary people. However, wherever his face turned, the movements of the people facing him would slow down, which allowed him to always narrowly avoid being shot and walk straight into the church.

"Damn green man!" Albert heard a guard who was affected by the man in black robe curse.

Green man?

Albert knew about this legendary creature, which often hid in the mountains and forests as followers of forest spirits and fairies. When forest spirits created thick white fog that covered the sky and the sun, and fairies released curses to summon wild beasts, the green people would wait by their side. Their sight could slow down the five senses of these prey, making it difficult to escape, and they could only be trapped and lost forever in the cruel domain of their masters.

Are all of these people like this? Or is it just the one just now?
After seeing the werewolf, Albert's psychological defenses became stronger and stronger. He wanted to see more clearly, but the robe blocked everything.
Albert's desire to take off the mysterious man's coat flashed across his mind, but he did not forget that he was here to support the guards. Since the director called these strange people or non-human guys "thugs", they must be extremely vicious, but when he looked further, he found that the situation was different from what he imagined.

These security guards were not protecting the church, but preventing the "thugs" from entering the church.

As for the "thugs", few of them chose to use firepower against the guards. No matter what strange abilities they displayed, their main goal was still to enter the church.

And some people even came with luggage.

Would a criminal do this?
The door of the church was open, and the holy candles on the tall and short brass and silver candlesticks inside illuminated the room. There were already many "people" inside, all kneeling and praying towards the yellow sun flag hanging high at the end of the church under the supervision of priests on both sides. The black-robed man who had just entered also joined them. These "thugs" had their backs to the open door, not worried at all about bullets being fired from outside the door.

In fact, the guard did not do so.

These security guards simply continued to coldly shoot at anyone who tried to approach the church, and those who had already entered the church were no longer targeted by them.

The bodies of the killed "thugs" were quickly dragged into the darkness. Albert saw with his own eyes the guards looting the bodies of valuables. This unruly behavior reminded him of the robbers roaming outside the city, but this was in the city!
How can the mayor empower these people?!
Compared with those "thugs" who hardly fought back, Albert felt very uncomfortable, and the order to open fire was stuck in his throat and was delayed.

Even if this order was not required, the police officers from the East District had no desire to fight.

They and the local police officers in the South District stood on the periphery of the battle, forming a black circle. Some of them even knelt down facing the church, put their guns on the ground, and kept making the sign of the Holy Sword Cross on their chests with their right hands. The reasons that stopped them from taking action may be partly due to conscience and piety, and partly due to fear of the unknown.

Only when Albert followed their line of sight did he realize that he had overlooked the most important spectacle from the beginning.

Some rather strange things - black creatures that looked like living gargoyles were standing on the edge of the church roof, flapping their stone wings and roaring silently at the armed men outside the church.

The condescending gaze was majestic and cold, as if it were real.

(End of this chapter)