In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The night is getting darker.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky.

Hans, one man and one horse, patrolled the closed neighborhood.

There was no one on the street. In the houses on both sides, the burning lights and deliberately suppressed conversations quickly disappeared with the sound of horse hooves passing by.

The massacres that the Crusaders once inflicted on the Saracens were still firmly remembered by the pagans in this city, even if hundreds of years had passed.

Among Lothar's hussars, only Hans was qualified to patrol alone.

The rest of the people should go with at least two people to take care of them.

"Control——"

Hans stopped in front of a temple.

This is a temple called the Holy Fire Scripture Hall. According to legend, Zoroastrian theological classics translated in various languages ​​are stored here, as well as manuscripts left by the prophet.

Many Zoroastrian monks come here from far away to read and pay homage to the scriptures left by the sages.

Hans sat on the horse and sniffed.

Not far ahead, he smelled a smell that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Savage and brutal.

Wild, violent.

He searched his mind and suddenly realized: "Is this a smell similar to Abelardo? It's the werewolf of this world!"

Hans tied the horse to the side of the road and walked slowly forward.

After a while.

He saw a gloomy-looking man kneeling on the ground under an olive tree in front of the temple, constantly crossing himself and praying.

Hans came to a stand not far behind him and said loudly: "Werewolf, since you want to repent to Heavenly Father, why do you want to worship a pagan temple?"

The man's body trembled and he whispered: "I prayed to Heavenly Father, but I didn't get an answer."

Hans said nothing, just waited quietly.

for a long time.

The man spoke again: "You are only one person, why do you dare to reveal my identity?"

"Although I'm just one person, it's enough to deal with you."

Hans looked calm. He was now a five-star follower, and his strength had increased many times compared to before. He felt that he could easily deal with a mere werewolf.

"That corpse in the drainage ditch was done by you, right? I heard your prayers, but unfortunately, this will not erase the sins you committed."

"I I didn't mean it."

"I can't control my appetite."

"Please, leave quickly."

There was an expression on the man's face that looked like he was crying but not crying. He raised his hands and said, "You can't even imagine what kind of terrifying power the werewolf has. I have fallen into the arms of the devil."

"Even in the holy city closest to the kingdom of heaven, I still don't feel salvation - the power of the Heavenly Father cannot compete with the devil at all."

Hans murmured: "blasphemy."

Then he felt a little dazed again.

He is also a werewolf now, not the knightly squire who insists on using swords and spears to preach. If it is said to be blasphemous, his existence itself is a kind of blasphemy against the Father.

"I can't help it."

"Get out of here."

He looked in pain, and a black hair pierced his cheek like a steel needle.

And this is just the beginning.

What follows is a scene that can make cryptophobic patients faint.

The dense black hair, as if full of life, pierced the skin of the man's body, grew wildly, and covered his whole body in the blink of an eye.

His muzzle became long and narrow, sharp, and two rows of sharp fangs protruded from under his lips.

Along with the creaking sound of his joints swelling, his legs and arms were lengthening.

In the blink of an eye, the man had transformed into a tall, black werewolf, three meters tall.

Hans mused.

It turns out that this is the third person witnessing the transformation process of the werewolf, which seems to be similar to his time.

"hehe."

A low laugh sounded.

"You asked for this. I gave you a chance."

Amidst the deep laughter, the werewolf grinned its fangs.

Hans said with emotion: "You are much bigger than me after transformation. Let me weigh it. What is the difference between you and Abelardo? Is it the variety or the number of cannibals?"

The werewolf had some difficulty understanding Hans' calmness and calmness, let alone what he said about transformation and Abelardo.

Hearing a suppressed growl, the werewolf kicked the ground suddenly, its tense muscles like springs, shooting its huge body towards Hans.

Keng——

The werewolf's sharp claws pressed against the blade in Hans' hand.

Hans was knocked back by the violent impact.

But the werewolf's sharp claws clamped down on the armed sword in Hans' hand. He struggled hard, but was surprised to find that he was completely suppressed by the werewolf in terms of strength.

It was different when fighting Abelardo and Lothar.

Abelardo had to fight in a werewolf body, hidden in a small armor, and was unable to use the werewolf's largest weapons, claws and teeth.

You can't do anything like pounce.

This greatly limits the werewolf's combat power.

This was also one of the key reasons why Lothar was able to win in the first place.

The werewolf Hans faced this time was not only more ferocious than Abelardo, but he could also use his full strength without reservation, which put Hans at a disadvantage for a while.

"It seems that I am still not as good as the adults."

Hans let go and stopped wrestling with the werewolf.

The werewolf accidentally used too much force and retreated several steps back.

It picked up the knight's sword that had been bent by great force, threw it aside with disdain, and said with a grin: "Without the weapon, I will see how you fight with me."

The werewolf's heart was actually full of surprise.

Hans was the strongest human being he had ever seen.

Normally, let alone wrestling with it, after it turns into a werewolf, it can even knock away the heads of knights wearing heavy barrel helmets with just a little force.

"Mr. Werewolf, please allow me to take off my armor so as not to hurt your teeth."

Hans took off his robe, sat on the ground, and took off his chainmail shirt with a relaxed attitude.

"Are you crazy?"

The werewolf looked at Hans with a vigilant face, somewhat confused as to why this man had to take off the armor he relied on for a living. With a human's frail body, wouldn't it be as fragile as a piece of tissue paper in front of him?

"Of course I'm not crazy."

Hans took off his chain armor and then took off the lined linen shirt: "It's just that I found that it is impossible for me to complete the feat of killing a werewolf with a human body like my lord."

"Are you kidding me?"

The werewolf felt like Hans was telling a tall tale. No one understood the horror of werewolves better than him. How could a mortal kill a werewolf?

"Delaying for time?"

The werewolf was alertly aware that Hans had delayed him for too long.

It lowered its body and pushed its legs on the ground.

The muscles as hard as marble made it pounce on the defenseless Hans like a cannonball.

"So, let's have a wolf versus wolf showdown."

Hans murmured lowly. He was shirtless, showing off his strong muscles.

Immediately, he lowered his body and jumped up suddenly in an attitude that was no different from the black werewolf opposite.

While the body was still in mid-air, white hairs sprouted out.

In the blink of an eye, Hans had completed the transformation from human to werewolf.

Just heard a muffled bang.

The two fell to the ground together.

The black werewolf let out a hoarse roar: "You too! You are too! No wonder you are so powerful. You are also a person abandoned by God. Why do you want to attack me."

Hans said softly: "I am not a person abandoned by God."

I have God.

And he responded positively to me.

Immediately, he swung his claws and smashed it.

The sharp claws left a deep, bone-visible scar on the black werewolf's chest.

The black werewolf was furious and kicked Hans away.

It panted and got up from the ground: "Damn beast, a two-meter-old little wolf, I will let you know what it means to respect your seniors!"

Hans stood up unscathed. Unlike werewolves in this world, his transformation was time-limited, but he would not lose his mind, and he did not follow the principle that the stronger he gets, the bigger he gets.

next moment.

The two werewolves struggled together again.

They abandoned all civilized power and instead used the most barbaric minions, trying every possible means to kill each other.

The black werewolf was shocked to find that Hans, a werewolf, was obviously much smaller than him, but his power was even more terrifying than him.

At first, it could gain the upper hand with its superior combat skills.

But as time passed, the white werewolf seemed to become more and more familiar with the werewolf body, and figured out how to fight with claws.

It's obviously just a poor imitator, but it's getting stronger and more difficult to deal with.

The black werewolf watched helplessly as he was being crushed step by step by Hans.

Until, Hans's two rows of sharp teeth were imprinted on its neck.

Click——

In the werewolf's eyes, the lizard-like brown-yellow vertical pupils gradually lost their luster.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and said softly.

"Lilith, my world is dark."

Hans raised his blood-stained wolf head, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He looked at the bright moon.

immediately,

Let out a melodious wolf howl!