The Path of Ascension to the Priest

After being approached by a werewolf, no one would feel fearless except for the vampires and elves who possess comparable strength and are good at fighting. Before rushing back to her side, the short-haired witch turned and ran away in a panic.

She has a petite figure, and the white robe on her body is wide. She was fine when she was carried by the skeleton, but when she ran away in a panic, the white robe was in the way, and Tang Qiu hadn't even taken her own hands to catch her back. , she tripped and fell to the ground by herself.

"Don't kill me." The short-haired witch raised her head and looked at Tang Qiu pleadingly. She was young, and she was very pitiful when she cried, but Tang Qiu did not forget how arrogant this witch was a few minutes ago , How cruel the means are.

The short-haired witch watched Tang Qiu walk up to her step by step. Because of her fear, she forgot that the werewolf in front of her was a weak priest not long ago, "...I, I can take you to find Laurel."

"Take you to Vera." The short-haired witch looked at Tang Qiu with a gentle face, swallowed nervously, and felt a chill down her spine, "The God of Darkness is what they want to summon, and it has nothing to do with me."

Irene listened to the short-haired witch begging for mercy, with a subtle expression on her face. She grew up with Laurel and Vera, but she didn't know much about Laurel. Laurel was even worse.

Without thinking about it, I knew what would happen to the short-haired witch. Irene rubbed her cold hands with a complicated expression, and looked around, trying to find a way out.

After recovering from the initial shock, Irene's brain turned fast, and she realized in an instant that she knew the terrifying secret of the blond priest's ability to transform into a werewolf. If she didn't pay attention, she might be silenced.

After all, a werewolf turned out to be a priest of the Holy See. Not only was she shocked, but the reaction of the Holy See and the wolf tribe must have been the same as hers.

Irene took a step back tentatively, and Lucille, who was standing behind Tang Qiu, turned her head keenly, staring at her coldly with dark red eyes, Irene gave a dry laugh, and stretched her feet back silently.

The short-haired witch was still begging for mercy, and wanted to divert Tang Qiu's attention to other witches. Lucille couldn't bear to continue listening. She passed Tang Qiu, grabbed the short-haired witch's neck with one hand and exerted a little force. Twisted directly, the witch's head tilted, and she was out of breath.

Lucille let go of her hand, and instead of looking at Tang Qiu, she took out a square towel and carefully wiped the palm that touched the witch, and said in a low voice, "You always hesitate when killing people."

Tang Qiu was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up habitually, "Really?"

"Not when killing monsters."

Maybe it's because monsters are too ugly and abstract, so she has no pressure to move her hands, but witches... without monsters and dark spells, they are just weak women.

However, the rule of this world is that the weak prey on the strong. Tang Qiu understands and is adapting. She may hesitate before making a move, but she will never let people go softly.

After all, if she and the short-haired witch's situation were reversed, she would definitely be a corpse now, the kind where even the skin was peeled off.

Tang Qiu spread her hands and said casually, "Maybe it's because these monsters are not as good-looking as that witch." She raised her foot and kicked away a trembling monster.

As long as she transforms into a werewolf, these monsters will look scared and submissive.

Lucille paused while wiping, and raised her eyes to glance at her.

Tang Qiu and her looked at each other for a while, then pursed their lips and said jokingly, "Of course, that witch can't compare to you."

The memory of the night of the full moon night has reappeared in Tang Qiu's mind. Although Lucille was helping her with good intentions, as long as she recalled that she was addicted to lust/desire just because of a little poison, she couldn't help herself at all. Controlling my reaction, I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Especially, at that time Lucille was still reading a book beside her as if nothing had happened.

Her discomfort was mixed with a little irritation.

The priest's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, Lucille saw the smile on his face and the playfulness and annoyance in his eyes. Her eyes were slightly dark, and she unconsciously licked her lips, feeling a little hungry/thirsty for no reason. The wonderful taste of the priest's blood has even begun to recollect in his mouth.

Tang Qiu didn't know what Lucille was thinking, but thought she was displeased with her teasing, so she shook her head and chuckled lightly, calmed down, and began to think about how to deal with the current situation.

Monica and the others didn't know where they were teleported. Although Tang Qiu was worried, she was a little thankful that they didn't see her transforming into a werewolf... She pondered for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously turned around to look back glanced.

Irene's eyes wandered, but she refused to meet Tang Qiu's eyes.

Tang Qiu: "..."

Lucille followed Tang Qiu's gaze and said lightly, "Did you kill him?"

Before Tang Qiu answered, Irene immediately raised her head, coughed dryly, raised her hand pretending to be calm and said, "I won't say anything."

She said sincerely, "Really."

Tang Qiu came up to her in a flash, raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder. Irene was in a daze because of her speed, and then her hairs stood on end because of her sharp nails. Sensing the master's mood, he turned his head and ran over.

"Don't be nervous." Tang Qiu withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "I believe in you."

Irene was a little dazed, Tang Qiu had already revealed the matter, and asked about Laurel's location, "We need to quickly find out where the Black Witch and the people from the Holy See were sent away."

She didn't want her, a little priest, to go back safe and sound when she left Van Dent in the end.

"Wait." Irene trotted to the side of the short-haired witch's body, squatted down and took off her white robe, searched her body again, put away all the useful things, and finally took a little bit of her hair , After finishing all this, he returned to Tang Qiu's side and said with satisfaction: "Let's go."

The werewolf state couldn't last long after being aroused on a non-full moon night, so Tang Qiu wasn't too worried about being seen by the Holy See. However, just in case, she still put on a large cloak Cover up for now.

Irene watched Tang Qiu carefully hide her hair into the hood, and suddenly thought of Eva and Jillian, the two werewolves who turned and ran away, she frowned, "...forgot to tell you, here There are your people."

The expression on Tang Qiu's face froze slightly, "What?"

"Eva and Jillian are werewolves too."

The werewolf was very sensitive to the breath of his own kind. Jillian caught up with the fleeing white wolf, threw her down and bit her neck, so that she didn't dare to struggle, and could only curl up on the ground and tremble.

It wasn't until Eva found his breath that Jillian slowly let go of his mouth. The white wolf wanted to escape, but was kicked by Eva, hit the wall and let out a wail.

Jillian's gray wolf came to Eva's side, and his eyes never moved away from the white wolf.

"It's a werewolf with impure blood." Seeing that the white wolf curled up and whined, but it took a long time to change into a human form, Eva said angrily, frowning.

This white wolf is similar to the little girl with the same impure blood they picked up in Edri last time, but the blood in front of her is even more impure, because she doesn't even have the ability to transform into a human form.

Both the white wolf and the little girl are "accidental" products of those defective products, or in other words, maybe they are the reason why those defective products were produced?

Traitors are trying to use other races to breed werewolves.

This is an insult to their blood.

Eva stepped forward angrily and tore the white wolf into pieces. Jillian watched quietly behind him without stopping.

After one person and one wolf calmed down, they were still thinking about the thirty bottles of bright holy water, and went back the same way to find Irene. However, there was no one in the square, only monster corpses all over the ground.

Eva looked around suspiciously, and said, "Where did the thirty bottles of holy water go?"

Gray Wolf walked up to her and touched her shoulder, correcting her in a low voice, "Her name is Irene."

Eva shrugged, "The person is gone."

The gray wolf walked around a few times, sniffed heavily, and said in a cold tone, "There has been an aura of the same family."

Eva was stunned for a moment, she was in human form, her nose was not as sensitive as Gray Wolf's, "Oh?" That werewolf who made defective products is here?

She was gearing up, suddenly excited, and said coldly: "Don't let me catch this traitor."

Tang Qiu, who didn't know that he was fixed as a traitor, was looking down at the two dead branches in his hand while staying away from the square, with delicate eyes.

The dead branch was given to her by Irene, mysteriously, saying that it could help her cover her breath.

Seeing Tang Qiu looking at the branch she gave, Irene gave a dry cough and explained: "Because the time is too urgent, I didn't have time to process it."

"Don't underestimate the witch's witchcraft, it is more powerful than dark magic."

It's just that all witches now advocate dark magic, and there are not many people who really like to study witchcraft.

Because the attack power of dark magic is very strong, and witchcraft is more inclined to spells and spirits/mediums.

Lucille pressed Tang Qiu's shoulder, leaned over to sniff, and said lightly, "The smell is covered up."

Erin looked at her suspiciously, wondering how she would know.

Tang Qiu was not surprised. There were several bites/marks left by Lucille on her arms. Judging from the fact that blood races like to mark their prey, there must be quite a few of them on her body.

It seems that it is indeed useful, Tang Qiu played with the dead branches, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

With no people from the Holy See following, Irene didn't have to hide her witchcraft. At first, she was worried that after Tang Qiu became a werewolf, Laurel or Vera would notice her witchcraft without the cover of a priest. But knowing that Tang Qiu could still cast light spells after becoming a werewolf, his worries disappeared.

The short-haired witch's hair is very useful, and the blood connection between her and Laurel has guided Tang Qiu and others to a very clear path.

Following the guidance of witchcraft, they came to the entrance of Rose Manor, where two skeletons stood guarding the entrance.

The skeleton lowered its head slowly and looked at the three of them. Two green flames burst out of its eye sockets. The mandible opened and closed, and a familiar voice came out from inside, "Oh? So it's you, the vampire from Edrie."

Laurel's voice came from inside the skeleton.

Irene blinked, and glanced at Lucille from the corner of her eye, her heart was unexpectedly calm.

She has seen a priest suddenly turn into a werewolf, so it is not surprising that a swordsman with a particularly high combat effectiveness turns into a blood race.

She's used to it, Irene comforted herself silently.

The skeleton looked left and right, and said with a sinister smile, "Where's that priest, was he sucked dry by you?"

"I've let you down." Tang Qiu raised his head slightly, revealing his facial features covered by the hood, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Your Excellency the Black Witch, Laurel."

As her words fell, the flames in the skull's eye sockets flickered suddenly, and then they turned into a pile of bones scattered on the ground with a loud crash.

The instigator, Lucille, slowly inserted/returned the saber into its scabbard, and said in a cold voice, "I'll deal with her."

Tang Qiu was happy not to make a move, and nodded with a smile, "Okay."

Listening to the conversation between them, Irene interjected weakly, "Remember to leave me the whole body." What she wanted was still on Laurel.