'...?' the clone turned its head toward the smiling Stark, and almost immediately understood what it needed to do.
They were surrounded by 9 [White Moon Werewolves], 6 of which were currently charging up a [White Beam] attack while the other three tried to waste Stark's time with close-ranged combat.
Under normal circumstances, it would be almost impossible to get away, even while knowing the weakness of the werewolves...
And yet...
Stark's clone immediately put its hands together, then drew a circle in a location where many werewolves were currently located.
And then... it hit the palm if its right hand with a fist of its left.
~FWISHH~
"HEAVEN'S WRATH!" the skill immediately activated once the clone did that, and the giant crimson sparkle in the sky grew more and more above the heads of five werewolves.
They really wanted to activate their beams, so they didn't even bother to get out of harm's way...
And as after only a few seconds, before the monsters could even channel their energy...
~FIOOOU- BOOOOM!~
The danger circle erupted, and the crimson beam that could take out anything inside of it came out of the sky, heading toward the monsters.
"-41625! -39847! -40491!"
None of the five werewolves that thought they could endure this attack survived.
'That's why you don't stay grouped in one place...' Stark smiled, after all these monsters had deliberately moved close to each other in hopes of taking Stark aback with the sheer amount of beams.
[Heaven's Wrath] was truly an incredible attack, being able to kill all these things in three seconds was a feat many classifiers can't achieve after all.
And the best thing of all... IT WAS STARK'S CLONE THAT USED IT! Meaning that the original body still had his saved up.
But of course, this didn't mean he could relax.
"WHITE CLAWS!" the three werewolves that were rushing at him didn't stop, instead jumping in the air as their claws began to glow with an otherworldly white aura, it was probably the moon that powered them up so much.
~FWISH~
He avoided the attack of one of the wolves, its speed thanks to [Red Fury] almost allowing it to hit him.
And as for the clone... well...
"INVINCIBLE DODGE!" it was a 'lesser' version of Stark, so it was forced to roll away after the first attack.
But... the second werewolf also attacked it, maybe it was bad luck, or maybe they sensed that its HP was low?
In the end...
~SLASH~
"-19371!"
But...
"DEVOURING DARKNESS!" the two monsters that had been aimed by the attack suddenly activated a skill and morphed their body, placing their giant mouths in front of the giant fists.
'...?'
~GULP, GULP~
And they actually ate them.
'??????' Stark was confused.
Then only a few moments later, the Shadow Stalkers that ate his attack began to lick their mouths with their pitch-black tongues.
It was frankly disgusting.
Stark really wanted to sit down and think deeply about what he had just witnessed, but no time for that since the werewolf was still firing the beam.
And as for how the 'Shadow Stalkers' survived the deadly beam while it was hitting them constantly... well... they also just ate it, their big mouths absorbing the white ray as if it was the most delicious thing in the universe.
Stark did notice by their expressions that they prefered his crimson attacks though.
He decided not to send any more attacks at them as it was a waste of time, he would deal with them later.
"Now, werewolf, it's time to die," Stark cracked his neck and smiled at the werewolf as it kept shooting the beam.
The 'Shadow Stalkers' and 'Victims of Sierra' were pretty much just spectator to the fight for now, and so Stark planned to give them a good show.
~FWISH~
With incredible speed, he dashed toward the werewolf, using his wings and flapping them once to give him a boost in the air, allowing him to momentarily float.
And just like that... Stark was now behind of the werewolf.
It tried to turn its head, but... Stark grabbed its neck and locked it in place using his amazing strength.
Now it was done for.
"Bye bye," the boy manically smiled as he slowly began to close the werewolf's mouth, enjoying its panic as it knew what the human was doing.
Then... he closed it.
~BOOM~
The head obviously exploded, and its remains were splattered all over the floor, and some blood even ended up on Stark's shirt and face.
'Blergh...' he was disgusted.
But at this very moment ,as if they had been waiting for Stark to finish off the werewolves...
The [Shadow Stalkers] stepped out of the darkness, revealing their grotesque bodies and mouths, but this time, they weren't celebrating anymore, instead they looked amused, and ready to fight.
'Phew... I knew this couldn't be easy,' Stark now knew why so many classifiers had died in this place before.