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"So the guy becomes wasted?"

After ten days, the three people who had traveled to the Cloud Sea Jungle finally returned.

It's just that the holy guns have become a little different.

After listening to Witcher's report, the Bishop of the district looked at the man who smiled and smoked in the lobby and twisted his head expressionlessly.

"Take him to the convent."

As the words fell, a nun standing in the shadows slowly stepped out.

Wearing a white hood that showed only a bare chin, her hands closed in dark gold sleeves, she trailed her long skirted robe down the steps.

Coming to the man and meeting the spitting smoke ring, the saintly figure paused, slowly raising his arm and pulling up his sleeve again before slapping the other man's cigarette away tugging at his collar, and heading outside.

"..."

Eleazar withdrew his gaze somewhat woodenly.

The Bishop mused for a moment and said slowly, "Last night was the night of the full moon, and a report came in from a grave keeper in the village to the south, saying that he had heard strange wolves howling in the night, so go and take a look..."

It was normal for him to give Witcher one of the local assignments.

It's still the monster event that best fits the other side's transformation ritual.

It's just that the guy seems a little distracted.

The bishop looked quizzically at the figure waddling out of the church.

...

Eleazar, full of thought, returns to the street outside and picks up Luna, who is sitting on a curb bench.

Although his own heart was no longer here after making that decision, he decided to deal with it before leaving when he heard that there was a monster incident.

"Where are we going?"

Expecting to be given a ride to the station, Luna saw that they were walking somewhere else.

Eleazar looked back and squeezed the catkin in her hand.

"Stay with me for a few more days."

Luna immediately smiled sweetly, "Good~"

They then mounted their locomotives again, packed their camping gear, and set off for the villages to the south.

This time there were no light bulbs to interrupt and they moved around as much as they wanted.

Listening to the sound of the windy engine in her ears, she pressed her face against the back filling her heart with a sense of peace and happiness.

"If only it could stay like this~"

The location of this mission wasn't very far, and they reached the isolated village built in the high mountain region in the afternoon.

Although the village headman was full of doubts about the two young officers, there was no mistaking the other man's identity, so he called in the grave keeper to relay in detail the howling of the wolves that he had heard last night, and the 10,000 sheep that had panicked.

The people of this village rely on goat herding to sustain their lives, and when this situation arose, they immediately sent two senior hunters into the mountains to drive away the wolves, but none of them came back until dawn, so they rushed to the outside world to ask for help, and finally, the news was conveyed to the church at all levels.

Eleazar listened silently to the cause and effect.

"That means that you have never seen a wolf to begin with is that right, and there has been no invasion, just the disappearance of the people you sent out."

The old village chief nodded with a heavy face.

Having gotten the information known so far, Eleazar turned on his senses and went around the village again, and after determining that there were indeed no signs that the place had been invaded by dark creatures, he left the car in the village and went into the mountains.

Walking down the rugged mountain road, Luna, who was carrying her luggage, asked curiously, "Is it a werewolf?"

Eleazar pondered back, "Can't say for sure if it awakens during the night of the full moon, it's nothing more than those types of dark creatures, but those aren't the key, the key is how the source was formed, if it's just a demonic wolf that accidentally ate some transcendent material that mutated it's fine, but if it's a werewolf things could get a little tricky. "

"Why?" Luna was filled with curiosity.

Eleazar glanced at her, "Because most of the damned are, in fact, Transcendents who have survived the failure of taking the magic potion to gain even more power than they had in life at the cost of paying for their sanity and humanity, and the Primordials are still the most powerful of them all."

"If it turns out in the end that it is an awakened werewolf, you immediately lift off and never get caught in its claws, not even for a moment!"

Eleazar's face is full of gravity.

"Also, its speed exceeds your reflexes, don't ever think of circling with it, I can only hunt with peace of mind if you hide in a safe place first."

"I know, I know~"

Taking that arm, Luna gently leaned her head over.

It didn't give them much time to search, and it got dark quickly.

A camp emitting a faint firelight was then quickly set up on a platform jutting out of the hillside.

Good sight lines to several large mountains in the vicinity and a view of distant villages also lit up with sparse lights.

Luna pouted, "I hope that guy stays hidden for a long time!"

Eleazar picked her up in amusement, "Can you hold out that long?"

In the tent illuminated by the firelight, two blurred figures slowly overlapped.

The staked ropes shook violently, but not a sound leaked out from within.

Eleazar had to admit that the dragoness was indeed very physically strong...

It continued late into the night when people should be asleep, but the camp was still bright.

It wasn't until he suddenly heard some strange movement that the unabated plowing finally stopped.

Luna looked back with hazel eyes, "What's wrong?" Eleazar quickly put on her gear, "Monsters have appeared, be careful!"

Leaving the tent a small opening to watch for movement, he quickly rolled out.

Gripping his silver sword for a moment of perception, Eleazar suddenly turns to face a reverse.

In Transcendence's field of vision, a demonic wolf, permeated with darkness, appeared with two demonic servants.

That bishop was overly concerned, it wasn't a werewolf revival, it was just a demonic wolf that had mutated after eating some transcendent material and revived during the night of the full moon.

And the two hunters who had gone into the mountains to drive the wolves away had died and then come back to life, in the manner of the living dead.

They were infected by the demon wolf epidemic, catalyzed by that evil, transcendent power to take on some of their werewolf traits.

However, compared to a werewolf that was truly transformed by a magic potion, there was no telling how long this kind of wolf servant that was only infected by an epidemic would have to evolve before it could reach the heights of the former.

Eleazar slowly tightened his grip on his silver sword and suddenly looked back at the tent where the commotion had come from.

A dark red scale quivered slightly under the reddish hill in that small opening left open for observation.

That drooling little mouth just seems to be saying, come back soon.

Eleazar's blood boiled at once, and his silver sword lifted, followed by the rumbling and toppling of entire trees along the way.

A silver light that looked like a river of stars blooming lit up the woods.

At the end of the sparkle were three hideous monster heads spinning and flying up.

Emerging behind the three headless corpses that had been dumped down, Eleazar slowly turned around with a flick of the ebony blood on the blade of his sword.