Put it to death

Author: Hao Duanshengyun

Clayton woke up from his body cold and hungry.

He was still angry, but he had lost the inexhaustible strength he had just now.

Athena was no longer in her original position, and he heard the spider's voice echoing in the sewer. The teasing tone fluctuated from left to right, making it difficult to tell where she was hiding.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to touch strangers' things? Rude man, this is the price you pay for breaking into a strange lady's room."

"What did you do?" Clayton covered his chest. The pain made him almost unsteady. He had no time to worry about Barbara's safety.

He felt that his body was undergoing strange changes, just like when he first transformed into a werewolf. There were some extraordinary biological tissues growing under the skin. It was a completely different feeling from terrestrial creatures. The hard bones were growing under the skin.

During the growth process, the skin and flesh are pierced, as if they are not closely related to each other, and the sense of smell begins to fail.

It's like he's transforming into another darkspawn.

"To be precise, I just exerted a small push. It was mainly you who caused this. Do you remember what you did in the strip club?"

Athena's tone even stopped mocking and turned into admiration - admiration for everything that happened to Clayton.

This situation is also rare for the Holy Grail Club.

The lieutenant paused. He could only think of one reason: "It's the magic circles and rituals you left behind."

"It's really interesting. It seems that you have taken the fetal cells of the original whale, so your gnosis and body are more susceptible to the pull of the fairyland. Have you enjoyed the stronger intuition and power, right?" Athena

The voice suddenly came close to the werewolf's ear: "Now is the time for you to pay the price."

Clayton jumped away suddenly and swung his claws in the direction of the sound, but didn't touch anything.

The voice of the Fallen Priesthood changed to another position: "All dark descendant blessings come from the fairyland, which is our heaven and the embodiment of our father's divinity. That ceremony is the result of our attempt to benefit the world, but it is not yet successful.

The blessings transferred by us will only stay for a short time in the mortal body, and then dissipate quickly. It requires continuous rituals to maintain. But if you are a dark descendant, there may be different results. Either your identity will be replaced, or your identity will be replaced by you.

The Werewolf Blessing repels them away faster."

Curse is the process by which dark descendants strengthen themselves. Accepting the blessing of the same species as themselves will make them stronger, but also easier to lose control.

Under normal circumstances, dark descendants cannot obtain another kind of blessing. Different blessings will exclude each other. Only the precious original whale fetal cells can relieve this state. Before this, no one could do this.

I've tried it, but I don't know what the consequences will be.

No matter what, at least it has interrupted Clayton's curse process.

The way she looked at Clayton was like looking at a cherished experimental subject: "I will come back to you after I finish dealing with another group of idiots. If you can still stay sane at that time, then my previous proposal is still valid. This lady

I’ll take it away first.”

At the end of the words, Athena's voice was close to Barbara's position.

Even if Clayton thought with his fallen hair, he knew that she was definitely not doing anything good by taking Barbara away, and his condition had been deteriorating. As time went by, the advantage would only be on the other side's side.

He regained some strength by panting, and endured the pain to estimate Athena's position.

Although the Spider Priest can hide his movements, it may not be possible if he brings someone with him.

Barbara seemed to have regained some consciousness at this moment and groaned.

She has not been a vampire for a long time and has not given up the habit of breathing. Although Athena is good at disguise, she does not know her well, so she cannot imitate such details.

Clayton listened to Barbara's breathing, and a long cry came from his throat, so sad that he felt like he was about to spit out his lungs.

The moment the sound stopped, he rushed over. Then he quickly encountered the most unfavorable situation.

Like a coat hung on a coat rack, he froze at the moment he landed on the ground. The werewolf's eyes could not see through the darkness, but his penetrated muscles could also feel the new cold foreign body on his body.

Two sharp spider legs stabbed out of his chest. As painful signals were transmitted along the nerves, blood flowed from the wounds, making his hair wet.

"You just refuse to repent, right?" Athena's voice came from behind: "I know you won't give up easily. If you want to die, I am willing to accompany you."

When she said this, her tone was slightly regretful, as if she really didn't want Clayton to die, even though her actions were pushing this to come true.

She slightly lowered the front pair of spider legs in an attempt to throw the prey above at an angle, but failed, which only made Clayton groan in pain.

"Ho--"

The cry of prey is nothing less than beautiful music to the Spider Priest. Even if time is tight, she can't help but enjoy this scene - even though she is blind in the dark, the trembling from the branches can also make her

She recreated this scene in her mind.

The position of the heart may vary from person to person, but the two huge lungs are also crucial, so she always has a preference when choosing.

Prey that loses the ability to breathe will soon lose their mobility, and the werewolf will not survive long.

It wasn't until she remembered a serious problem that her happy heart calmed down.

"I should have punctured your lung, right?" she asked uncertainly.

A guy with a ruptured lung can't make a sound. This is a rule of thumb.

The prey responded.

"not yet."

The werewolf's palm grasped the spider's leg that pierced his chest. He held it tightly, even if the claws covered with hair and thick horn were cut, he remained indifferent.

The sound just now was not a groan of pain, but a laugh that he could barely suppress.

"I finally caught you!"

Athena never thought that she would feel regret in front of a mere werewolf. She instinctively wanted to withdraw her legs, but the two legs that were inserted into the flesh as weapons were also shackles of the flesh. The werewolf's

Muscles clamp them tightly, and steady hands serve as a second insurance.

Clayton put his right foot on the ground and suddenly rotated his upper body like a primitive dance. The dance partner behind him was forced to rotate with him.

Athena's body hit the hard and pitted inner wall of the sewer pipe hard, making a very low slap sound, but the force was as fierce as jumping from the fourth floor. Her bones and flesh screamed together, only

The mouth under the nose was silent due to the new habits brought about by the brain transfer.

But even her transferred brain could not withstand the sequelae caused by concussion and blood reflux, and powerful beatings could be considered a full-scale attack.

The Spider Priest has always been proud of her light body, but this unrivaled strength in assassination has now become the reason why werewolves can easily manipulate her.

The werewolf grabbed her legs and kept carrying her against the concrete surface, again and again, not caring even if his wounds were expanding and bleeding more due to this behavior.

Athena thought that he would only be a threat to her if he went crazy. She was completely wrong.

She couldn't count how many times she had been hit, and she didn't want to remember this shameful number. She just tried her best to add protective spells to herself. Layers of invisible barriers spread out on her skin, and then she was struck again due to the impact.

The layers of annihilation protected her from a lot of damage, preventing her from being beaten to death by such rough moves.

It wasn't until Clayton finally slowed down that she took this opportunity to break free from the shackles and escape from the opponent's body. She didn't even have time to guess whether the opponent's injury was worth taking another risk, so she escaped in a hurry.

At the other end of the pipe, Clayton and Barbara were left behind.

Fear had made her lose her sense of proportion.

After her body was freed, Athena gradually regained her senses and figured out how Clayton managed to avoid his attacks on his vital points.

Before his last seemingly reckless attack, he let out a long, sad cry.

At that time, she thought that the werewolf was having an affair with the vampire lying on the ground, but she did not expect that it was a way of squeezing the lungs by exhaling all the air. The werewolf was prepared to be deceived and attacked before attacking.

Prepare.

but why?

She could understand Clayton's vigilance, but she didn't understand why he knew how he attacked.

Strictly speaking, this was their first time fighting each other.

What if she doesn't use this trick?

She thought about picking up the amulet, but she had released too much magic and her mental power was no longer enough to trigger a complete miracle. It could only relieve her pain, but it was enough.

Even though he avoided the vital point, Clayton was still bleeding, and his body was distorted by another blessing that was completely different from the werewolf blessing.

It was precisely because of his rapid decline that Athena had just had a chance to escape.

Once she figured this out, she immediately turned back.

Clayton's attack on her was absolutely full, and if she was allowed to break free, it would only mean that he was not strong enough to restrain her again.

If they meet again, she will definitely eat him!

Athena rushed towards the direction she came from with malicious joy, but the place became deserted.

She lay on the ground and stretched out her hand, and the large amount of scattered hair guided her in the direction.

Athena looked above her head. Fresh air from the surface was pouring into the underground space from the vertical shaft.

"Mr. Bello, are you okay? I also picked up your clothes and gun." Barbara asked anxiously.

She had fallen to the ground and completely "heard" their fight, and also noticed the final result of Clayton's inability to kill Athena.

But after Athena was far away, she regained some mobility. She was able to use air conditioning to stop Clayton's bleeding, and then made a simple bandage with his own clothes - it was really simple, just wrapping the clothes around

It was just a circle around his chest.

"I'm okay."
To be continued...