Chapter 462: Night of the hungry wolves (8)

*SMASH* *SMASH*

"Eh...?!"

Before Mary realized it, both the werewolf that was biting into her shoulder and the one next to him got their heads cleanly punched off and their bodies fell limply on top of her.

*SMASH*

As she get them off of herself she saw another headless body of the werewolf falling while still holding onto her black wolf in their claws.

*SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH*

...could this even be called fighting...?

Mary blinked and the next thing she opened her eyes to was fountains of blood spouting out of the headless bodies of the werewolves that were surrounding the blond prince wielding the massive golden sword.

"IDIOTS! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! GET HIM!"

The disfigured sigil werewolf howled and released a staggering amount of red and black smoke that sipped its way into the bodies of the remaining werewolves.

"GRAOR...?! RAAAAAAARGH!"

The monsters flinched and staggered as if shocked by how clear their minds have become but right after they howled when a boost of strength filled their bodies with power.

*SMASH*

But still, another one got their head blown apart as if it was a ripe watermelon hit by a cannonball.

Then – finally – the silver-haired Carambolla appeared on the battleground with a completely indifferent face.

His anger went far over the stage that was possible to express through the expressions...

*RIIIP*

*WHAM*

*SPLURT*

With his bare hand, he tore off the head of the nearest empowered werewolf and used it as a protective glove to cave in the chest of the next one, before moving on to the next one and blowing their intestines right out of their stomach with a devastating kick.

The number of the remaining werewolves was melting down faster than a snowman in hell.

"HE CAN'T BE USING THAT SKILL FOREVER! MAKE HIM USE UP ALL OF HIS MANA AND KILL HIM, YOU CRETINS!"

The sigil werewolf backed off a step and howled at the handful of the remaining monsters.

"...use up my mana...?"

Carambola straightened his back and asked raising his brow, opening himself for attacks – which was instantly used against him by two fastest werewolves...

"Don't be ridiculous."

*SLAM* *SLAM*

The silver-haired gentleman scoffed while grabbing the clawed hands originally aiming at his throat, twisting them, and slamming the foolish monster who fell right into his taunt into the ground.

The next second the white light that Carambola's body was producing became even brighter as he activated another one of his skills.

"RAAAOOO....! E-eh...!?"

"GRAAUU...! Huh?!"

With almost no delay the transformation skill was deactivated because both monsters' mana was drained out completely and the humans they turn back into gasped in shock...

*CRACK* *CRACK*

*SMASH* *SMASH*

Before Crambolla broke their arms like twigs and punched their heads apart, not even bothering to check whether they regained their senses or not.

The old gentleman said that no werewolf will leave the dome alive, and he meant it - whether they were back into their human form or not didn't make a difference to him at all.

"And just like that, my mana is once again full."

The old gentleman shrugged his shoulders and disappeared from everyone's sight once again...

*SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH*

And once he reappeared this time, the disfigured sigil monster was the only werewolf alive in the entire red and black dome as the rest got blown apart – not just their heads but entire upper bodies being ripped apart from the lightning-fast blows.

"...would you look at that... no more cronies to fight for you..."

Carambola dusted off his shoulder and started slowly approaching the sigil monster, becoming more menacing with each step he took.

"I know the type of beast you are – I fought the likes of you while training in my youth. You control and buff your allies but you lack strength on your own. The most you can do is kill a sick woman and boast about it like a lowly mutt that you are."

The silver-haired gentleman scoffed and spat to the side while cracking his knuckles with a threatening noise.

"Y-you...!"

The sigil monster growled and jumped back, and as he did the red and black dome started rapidly shrinking!

Just like he allowed Crambola in, now he wanted to throw the man out to save himself!

"AS IF!"

The old man roared and charged the retreating monster, but as he was in front of the werewolf, the beast nimbly dodged his punch and sunk his claws deeply into Carambola's chest.

"AHAHAHA! YOU IDIOTIC FOOL! WHO TOLD YOU THAT I'M WEAK?! I AM THE APOSTLE OF THE ETERNAL! I DO NOT HAVE ANY WEAK SPOTS!"

The sigil werewolf burst into a fit of maniacal laughter digging his claws deeper and deeper searching for the old man's heart so he could rip it off and crush it while it was still beating.

"...guhuah...! ...calling me an idiot while getting taunted into willingly grabbing onto someone with the mana drain skill... that's rich..."

The old man coughed up blood and smirked while grabbing onto the monster's wrist with one hand.

"WH-WHAT...?!"

The sigil werewolf roared in a horrid realization and tried to back off but it was too late – Carambola's body already glow up with white light as he activated the skill that thoroughly emptied the beast's mana pool forcing it to turn back to his human form...

"I don't care about who that whole Eternal is, but if all of his underlings are fools like you, I already feel sorry for them."

*CRACK*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!"

The old man spoke, twisted, and tore off the arm of the human with the sigil burnt onto his forehead, before pulling his hand out of his chest and throwing it aside.

Carambola grabbed the head of the self-proclaimed Eternal's apostle and ripped it off, kicked away the headless body that already began self-immolating and turning into a red and black smoke, and then adjusted the head in his hands and...

*SMASH*

/Sigil monster defeated

You receive EXP

Level up!

Level 67 >>> Level 81

/All stats greatly increased

All skills and affinities levels increased

/You receive a title

Sigil hunter

...crushed it against his knee – sigil first – blowing it up into smithereens which prompted a series of system messages to show up just as the impregnable red and black barrier turned into smoke and got blown apart by the gentle night breeze.