At night, in the remote suburbs, in the barren mountains and ridges, the bright moon pours down its silver light in the sky, nourishing all things in the world. The shadows of the trees sway, and from time to time, one or two strange calls of night owls are heard, which is a little penetrating.
Suddenly, a figure walked out from behind a small slope. Although it was already the 13th moon and the silver plate in the night sky was almost full, I still couldn't see clearly what the figure looked like. His body was wrapped in a black robe.
His face was mostly covered by the drooped hat collar, and it was vaguely apparent that this man was quite old.
"Jiejie, another ancient tomb!"
The visitor laughed strangely, with a strange pronunciation, but it was a pure but seemingly older London accent. It was as if there was a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and his voice was hoarse and unclear.
As soon as he finished speaking, the visitor couldn't wait to wave the pale cane in his hand, like a music master waving his baton, elegant, rhythmic, and very attractive.
Pulled by the cane, wisps of pale white light, like fireflies, emerged from the cracks in the tombstones in front of the hillside, and then wandered toward the man in black like moths to the flame. It turned out that this hillside was actually a broken tomb.
, looking at the year, I don’t know how many years it has been buried.
If someone were here, they would be scared to death. They saw the man in black robe open his mouth like a whale sucking water, and the pale white fireflies were like wisps of breeze sinking into the mouth of the man whose face could not be seen under the black robe.
A minute later, when no more pale light flew out with the waving of the cane, the man in black robe stopped waving his hands, exhaled sharply, and smacked his lips: "It's really delicious. Where can you find it in the UK?"
There are no tombs for cremating corpses, China is really a wonderful country!"
"Bang!"
Suddenly there was a shaking sound, and the man in black robe jumped onto the tomb and climbed onto a pine tree more than ten meters high. He looked up and murmured: "Without this man, China would be a better place!"
"After saying that, the body floated down to the ground, and then the body moved towards the noise over there like a ghost.
In the distance, a black figure suddenly rushed out. The speed of the black figure was terrifying. In the blink of an eye, it flew more than ten meters away. Behind him, a white figure was chasing after him at a slow speed.
Less than the black figure in front.
"Art, as the bloodline inheritor of the Nordic Finn Wolf, is this how you treat the honor of your ancestors?" The white figure roared, his voice shaking like thunder in the sky.
The black figure in front let out a cold snort, and his body suddenly listened. He turned around sharply, with his fingers and claws together, wrapped in a blood-red aura.
"Haha, this is the battle I'm looking forward to!"
The white shadow laughed loudly, jumped up suddenly, waved its legs like scissors, and whipped the black shadow's claws.
When the dark golden light and the blood-red aura were about to collide, the black shadow sneered, and there was a "bang" sound. The clothes on his entire right arm exploded, revealing a plush arm, like a wolf's arm.
It was as thick as a stone pillar, especially the steel-like sharp claws, which exuded the light of death.
"Bang!"
The sharp claws and the whip legs inevitably collided together. The white figure stepped back about ten meters and looked at the black figure in surprise. Several blood grooves were clearly visible on his right leg, each of which was an inch deep and flowing out of blood.
Soon it stained the entire thigh, and the white trousers turned into a dark black.
"Tsk, tsk, the flesh and blood of a golden lion really smells bad!" The black figure, his orc-like arms quickly returned to humanoid arms, because his clothes were torn apart and exposed, his fingers were stained with scarlet blood and a trace of minced meat, and he sneered at the corner of his mouth.
A hint of fear flashed in Bakdas's eyes: "Nordic Finn Wolf, you are indeed not human. I didn't expect, I didn't expect that the werewolves in Western legends actually exist. I thought you were the inheritor of the bloodline. It really surprised me."
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"Haha, you are the first person to guess my identity in all these years, but it is a pity that you will be destined to sleep here forever along with those smart predecessors like you!" Nordic Finn Wolf Art
sneered.
"Haha, no one in this world can speak to me, Barkdas, in such a strong tone. Werewolf, the blood in my body has begun to boil. Are you ready to pay for those three members of the Throne of Hell?" Barkdas
There was no sign of retreat on his face. On the contrary, his fighting spirit was high, and his aura swept over him like a tide.
"Then I will help you. The Hell Throne should have been disbanded long ago!" A cruel sneer appeared on Art's face. One of the three giants of the Hell Throne, his blood is very attractive.
But Bakdas did not speak. The aura on his body was rising steadily. On the soles of his feet, a dark golden light flashed. Then he stepped heavily. When the stone under his feet exploded, his body rushed out, and his figure flashed in the air.
A phantom appeared in vain beside Art, and a fist covered in hot dark golden energy, carrying hot wind and fierceness, hit Art's head hard.
Art's body suddenly jumped, and he was shot up to a height of seven or eight meters. Immediately, his head and feet were on his head, and his body was like an out-of-barrel cannonball, blasting towards Bakdas. He said coldly: "Let me see the so-called gold."
The blood of a lion!”
The blood-red power wrapped around the five fingers. Art's right hand slapped Bakdas's Heavenly Spirit Cap, while his left hand mercilessly dug into Bakdas's heart. The tips of the five fingers of his left hand were faintly exposed.
The claws are not long, but there is no doubt that they can tear steel plates easily.
Bakdas advocated the supremacy of fists and did not bother to dodge. He took a slight step and punched the sky with both fists. Powerful power burst out from his fists. The fists collided with Art's palms and five fingers one after another.
Dark golden light and blood-red aura entwined.
Bakdas's strength was so great that although it made Bakdas take three or five steps back, Art himself felt uncomfortable. His arms seemed to be dislocated, his bones were groaning, and his chest felt heavy.
"Haha, Art, restore your beast's original form?" Bakdas laughed loudly, his arm twisted strangely like a twist, and then returned to its original shape, except for the injuries on his thighs and fists.
There are five more blood slots, but for Bakdas, this small injury can only stimulate his blood.
"The golden lion is nothing more than that. Today, I will kill the lion!" Art was so excited by Bakdas' word "beast" that he trembled all over. His body began to be filled with a cold blood-red aura, and he roared, "Werewolves are not beasts.
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Suddenly, Art's figure disappeared from the spot. When he appeared, he was already behind Bakdas. His hands turned into two thick wolf arms covered with silver hair on the way out, and the sharp claws stabbed deeply.
into the shoulders of Bacchus.
Bakdas was grabbed by Art's shoulders before he could react. He felt the sharp claws piercing into his flesh and blood, and the terrifying force came from the two wolf arms. This Art actually wanted to
Tear yourself alive?
The sound coming from the wolf arm became bigger and bigger, and Bakdas had to grab the wolf arm with both hands to offset the terrifying force coming from the wolf arm. Bakdas seemed to be able to hear his body groaning, and the cells began to divide.
The muscles and bones were breaking, and his face changed drastically. The sharp claws of the wolf's arms were like steel claws. He couldn't escape at all. If he continued like this, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
"I said, I will kill the lion today!" A stiff voice came out of Art's mouth, and his eyes had already turned blue-red. Human emotions seemed to be slowly disappearing, replaced by crazy and bloodthirsty wildness.
Bakdas's shoulders were already bloody. If he hadn't been holding the wolf's arms with both hands and resisting the power of blood in his body, his flesh and blood body would have been torn in half by Art. However, as a descendant of the golden lion,
If he died like this, how could he be worthy of the blood inheritance!
Bakdas roared: "Simba!"
"roar!"
An angry beast roar came from the depths of the jungle, followed by violent crashing and biting sounds, mixed with the shrill howl of wolves. Faintly, a huge lion was surrounded by seven or eight green forest wolves. Although the lion
Every time he killed a forest wolf, it was impossible to save Bacchus.
"It's not that easy to kill me!"
Bacchus's eyes were blood red and he was furious. Suddenly, he let go of his arms, and the tearing force from his shoulders more than doubled.
Bakdas muttered a series of strange pronunciations in his mouth, and his hands moved like a spiritual snake. The thumbs of his palms hooked together, and the tips of his middle fingers met. Then the five fingers of his left hand squirmed like water waves, and he made a fist with his right hand and rushed forward from the five fingers of his left hand.
The air in front of Bakdas's fist suddenly stirred in disorder, and a sharp roar sounded in the air, and a roar that shook the sky sounded. Even people thousands of meters away heard this beast's roar, and a roar was heard.
The hazy dark golden golden lion rushed out from his fist, grew into the wind, and with unparalleled momentum, it bit into Art with its bloody mouth.
"Roar!"
Art's head suddenly turned into a huge wolf head, and a wild roar came from his mouth. He opened his huge mouth, revealed his sharp wolf teeth, and bit back the golden lion's head without fear.
The huge impact force of the golden lion coupled with the power of Bakdas caused Deat's body to roll out. There were two blood grooves on the wolf's head, which must have been the work of the golden lion.
At this time, Art is a strange combination. His head and arms are in the form of a werewolf, but other parts still retain the shape of a human body. He is wearing black trousers and a suit, but there are many tears.
"roar!"
Under the control of Bakdas, the golden lion's thick limbs were slightly bent, its claws were clasped in the soil, and then it suddenly rushed towards Art with the force of thunder. Although it was only an energy body, it left huge claw marks on the ground.
, Half a Foot Deep. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (this site) to subscribe and reward. Your support is my biggest motivation.)