Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 450 Bloody Cleansing (Part )

In a dye synthesis factory, a team of guards were fighting fiercely with bandits who took advantage of the chaos to loot.

There is no tacit understanding between the warriors with extraordinary powers, and since they are not ancient knights, they will not use their unique powers until the bullets are empty, which makes them basically no different from ordinary gunmen. They are even at a disadvantage when facing these ordinary people. They can only rely on the advantageous terrain they originally occupied to stalemate with the invading robbers.

Originally, the outer area of ​​the factory had been occupied, but the industrial elevator was still under the control of the guards and the original security personnel in the factory.

But someone cut the power lines, and these most elite guards were trapped in the external high-rise elevators and on the roof. There were several low houses between them and the enemy, which the thieves could use as cover at any time, and shooting from a high position would be ineffective.

The guards could occupy the commanding heights, but they were only at the commanding heights. The goods and machines outside were out of their control. They could only watch as the bandits killed the ordinary security guards and moved away the spare parts that had just been delivered this afternoon. When the portable property outside was looted, the thieves turned their attention to the buildings.

Soon, the guards' weakness gave the invaders more ideas.

Even late at night, the factory is still in operation, and both the raw materials for high-end dyes and synthetic ingots it produces are very valuable goods.

Someone among the thieves shouted, encouraging others to rush through the gate. The scattered crowd gathered again and approached the building. Then they bypassed several houses that looked important but were actually just storage rooms and rushed straight to the pressing room where synthetic ingots were made.

Seeing their actions, the guards could no longer remain calm, and the head of security even stood on a high place and pointed at the intruders and cursed. The gang of robbers all had their faces covered, but there must be factory employees among them, otherwise they would not be so familiar with this place.

The gunman on the high ground cursed and fired at the same time, and finally attracted a group of people to come and fight with them.

Seeing this scene, they felt a little more at ease.

In order to prevent workers from leaving their posts without permission, locked iron doors were installed at the entrances of each staircase in the building where they worked, so robbers would never be able to break in.
Although the guards accepted money from the Sacred Heart Fraternity, they did not regard fighting the bandits as an important mission. Until they fell into a disadvantage, they were surprised to find that they had become the weak ones in the battle, which was completely different from their self-image. The feeling of humiliation brewed in their hearts and eventually turned into uncontrollable anger.

After discussion, several extraordinary people unanimously agreed to unlock the door and go downstairs to engage in close combat with the enemy.

Some of them are sin-eaters who come from the funeral industry, have strong bodies and can withstand stronger curses; some are perfume merchants from the alchemy guild, who are resistant to many toxins and are good at spreading all kinds of incense and poisonous gas; and some are descendants of blacksmiths who have to abandon their ancestral foundation and work hard because of the development of metallurgical technology.
Regardless of the differences in the associations they came from, they were temporarily united.

When it came to close combat, the extraordinary people's advantage in surprise attacks became apparent. Their swift killing speed immediately cleared a space and recaptured the raw material warehouse.

The sudden defeat attracted the attention of some special characters among the thieves.

Immediately among them, some people with equally extraordinary skills stepped forward to fight with these guards.

The attack on the factory was instigated by the association, and there were certainly extraordinary people among the invaders. They were not much stronger than the guards, but before they took action, no one knew they were such a big threat. This concealment itself was a huge advantage. When these venomous snakes revealed their true appearance, the guards who fought with them were wiped out in less than a minute.

Seeing this scene, the guards standing on the roof of the main building all turned pale.

Although they had seen through their opponent's cards and they still retained considerable strength, few people were willing to go down.

The few who still had the will to fight saw their companions were silent, and in the end they could do nothing. They wanted to fight for victory, not to die in the crowd with a few others.

Unlike soldiers, these guards do not have a leader who is more brutal and terrifying than the enemy, and their backs are not whipped many times to the point of being torn apart and healed to form white criss-crossing scars on their dark skin. So although they possess extraordinary powers, their morale level is just so-so.

Seeing that the society members and cultists were not only loading goods into the trucks, but some were also squatting beside the bodies of those who had just died in the battle to loot, the guards began to pray that reinforcements would arrive quickly.

Everyone knew that the probability of getting support was very small. Many of the guards were attracted by the name of legal robbery. They were probably dealing with the Dark Elves now and had no time to support these unfamiliar colleagues.

But we still have to pray, what if God the Father happens to look over here?

After a minute of silent prayer, loud wolf howls were heard not far from the factory, one after another.

wild animals?

The guards on the platform stopped praying, and the thieves below stopped carrying their belongings.

The closer you are to those sounds, the more you can feel something extra. It sounds like a wolf howling, but the voice of a real wolf is not that strong.

As they watched, the second wolf howl soon sounded.

If the first wolf howl was some distance away from the dye factory, then the second one was almost at the entrance of the dye factory.

The thieves' accomplices were keeping watch there, but they brought back no news.

In order to prevent anyone outside from supporting the guards in the dye factory, the invaders blocked the gate after breaking in, leaving only a few brave and agile people to stand guard outside the gate. Once those people lost contact, they could only stare at the closed black iron gate and the gray-white high wall inlaid with anti-theft spikes, no different from the guards in the factory who gave up resistance.

The sudden silence lasted less than ten seconds before it was ended by the loud bang of the door collapsing.

Countless black giant wolves rushed in like a torrent. The thief with the fastest reaction was able to fire three shots while retreating as they approached, but the bullets only slightly slowed down the opponent after hitting the target.

Small-caliber pistols are still powerless against the werewolf's skull, the hardest part of the body.

Without making any extra sounds, the giant wolves rushed into the crowd and started killing with incredible efficiency.

Their size far exceeds that of wolves in nature, and they treat humans like sheep. A simple bite is enough to tear a person's head off the neck. If two wolf mouths covered with fangs cooperate at the same time, they can easily tear a living person in half.

Even so, some of them still feel unsatisfied, and actually stand up to grab their prey, swinging them like baseball, and smashing their heads against the concrete wall.

The open space in front of the main building of the dye factory turned into a slaughterhouse in an instant. Wherever the werewolves passed, the smell of blood was swirling, and blood washed the ground like puddles after rain. The invaders fell down in groups like reeds facing strong winds.

Then they turned their attention to the factory guards.

Several werewolves jumped onto the nearest building, dug their claws into the rough and worn concrete exterior, and climbed up by clinging to the outer layer of the building.

They had just helped the guards deal with the intruders, but they didn't really care who they were. They killed those people just because they were closest.

If the invading society members caused the guards to feel tremendous pressure, then the appearance of the werewolves represented despair.

They looked pale and almost vomited from the stress and fear.

In the distant past, it took ten soldiers to deal with a werewolf. Even in modern times with the rise of guns, it is still very difficult to kill a werewolf. The werewolf wreaking havoc downstairs even has the advantage of numbers.
They knew they could not win without even trying.

Faced with this situation, they could hardly think of anything else, only one question lingered in their common mind.

Where the hell do all these werewolves come from? !
Even these extraordinary people could not stand the scene of slaughter created by werewolves, not to mention the ordinary security guards, who had no experience in the mystical world. Seeing these monsters killing people, they were on the verge of mental breakdown. A gunman shouted "This is all a dream" and jumped down from the building.

Peng!
The werewolf next to where his body fell shrank and shook his fur, shaking off the bloody teeth that splashed out of the dead man's mouth.

Just as they were stunned, a roar came from among them.

"Kong Lione! Why are you here? How dare you?!"

The second after the roar, the security director of the dye factory could no longer control his trembling legs. He knelt down involuntarily, supporting himself on the edge of the roof with his hands, but still glared down at the wolves below. The long distance was the last guarantee of his courage.

Of course he knew that there were some mysterious things in Weiordi, and he also knew what Konglione was, but they shouldn't be here.

Even if this dye factory was robbed ten times by bandits, these werewolves should not come in.

They are not qualified!
"The church will not allow you to do this. Just wait. When daybreak comes, our soldiers will demolish your stone house!"

He was answered with a howl. Upon hearing the howl, the werewolves, including the clan members who were climbing up the house, stopped moving. Then they separated into two sides like a tide. A giant wolf with a pitch-black body and red eyes slowly walked out of the orderly formation like an army. Its size was not in the first echelon, but its raised tail and the attitude of the werewolves around it indicated its status as a leader.

His name was Opilus Conrione.

"The army will not liquidate us. Only those with illusions would think they are our enemies." Opiros opened his wolf kiss and said loudly, condescending to respond to the security chief.

"Don't talk about tomorrow, we will be fine next year too,"

The head of security was on his knees, glaring at him furiously.

"This is impossible!"

The giant wolf's face was expressionless, but his eyes were full of teasing: "Nothing is impossible. You can't see such a future because your sense of smell is not good."

The security chief stood there in a daze.

Opilus did not waste any more time on him and issued another order.

"Kill everyone with weapons, burn the warehouses, but don't touch the machines."

The werewolves started moving again.

The Sacred Heart Fraternity, which grew stronger through industry, squeezed the living space of the Kongriones, but the gloomy sky caused by industrial pollution gave the dark descendants several extra hours of "paradise" time every day, giving them plenty of time to do everything they need to do next.