Chapter 195: Overwhelming

"What are you talking about? A mount that has lived for so long, even if it were a pig, would have ascended to legendary status by now. But the one he's riding, I can't feel that legendary aura."

"That's not a living creature; it's a magical automaton created by the human race. Its strength is linked to the Demon Hunter Knight wearing the inherited armor. If the knight is strong, it is strong; if the knight is weak, it is weak.

According to records, this magical creation, although not as intelligent as us, probably only has a few decades of memories. The memories of the generations of Demon Hunter Knights it followed have all been forgotten."

"So, we just treat it as an ancient magical creation?"

"Exactly, don't worry too much about it!"

...

The berserk werewolf charging at the Demon Hunter Knight was quickly subdued as the knight sliced off its front paws with two strikes, then grabbed the bloodthirsty and brutal wolf's head in one hand.

"Roar!" The golden-level werewolf howled in rage, still lively and energetic even with both arms chopped off.

Dark energy swirled around the stump of his arms, attempting to extinguish the flames left by the Demon Hunter's sword, revealing regenerating flesh and growing bones.

A hallmark ability of the golden body, limb regeneration.

However, this berserk werewolf would never have the chance to regenerate its arms again. In the presence of over a dozen clergy and the watchful eyes of three other werewolves and four injured vampires.

The suddenly appearing Demon Hunter Knight, with one hand on his sword and the other clutching the armless werewolf, activated the crimson-gold light patterns on his Demon Hunter armor, which flashed momentarily.

Then, the werewolf let out a desperate howl as its wolf head slowly deformed under the knight's grip, regaining a semblance of clarity in the face of death, just as it tried to call for help from its kind.

"Snap!" Like the sound of a watermelon bursting, the berserk werewolf never got the chance to cry for help, as the Demon Hunter Knight crushed its head with one hand.

"Thud!" The body of the werewolf, now headless and armless, fell to the ground, the sound chilling the hearts of the remaining three werewolves, instilling a deep fear within them.

The four vampires, witnessing this scene, were utterly terrified. The werewolves, having fought countless battles with their kind across many epochs, knew the strength of their slain kin all too well.

"Don't panic, he won't be arrogant for long. I've already notified the Marquis; he's on his way. I refuse to believe that a golden-level Demon Hunter Knight can contend with Lord Andrei, who has advanced to the third tier of Soul Intent."

"Besides, it's not just our clan that will take action. Those black dogs should also be sending someone significant."

"Let's hold on for now, try to stall him without engaging directly, but we can't let him escape."

...

"Let's slaughter those little bats first. They dare to underestimate me, heh, they need to witness the might of Lord Zaluba." The steel warhorse, with crimson-gold light shining in its eyes, has an unimaginable detection ability. It heard everything the vampires said, which is why it's now infuriated.

"Hmm!"

"Whinny!" The warhorse, adorned in golden armor with blades extending from its forehead and joints, neighed long and loud, then charged again at the four vampires discussing tactics.

"Boom!" As the magical warhorse named Zaluba charged through the air, its speed instantly broke the sound barrier upon lifting its legs, shattering the sound barrier and sending sonic booms rippling through, stirring up gusts of wind.

"Watch out!" "Dodge!" "Transform into bats!"

It was too fast to evade. The four vampires never anticipated the Demon Hunter Knight's mount to possess the ability to traverse space, nor did they expect such terrifying speed. This was beyond what a golden-level being should be capable of; it was downright cheating!

"Stomp!" "Stomp!" In the blink of an eye, Zaluba reached the vampires, its metal hooves crushing down on two golden-level vampires.

"Scream!" "Scream!" Two screams echoed as one vampire was stomped on the chest and the other on the head. Facing death, they exploded into mists of blood.

Then, under the flaming hooves, the blood mist was burnt away, leaving dozens of panicked bats fleeing for their lives, completely intimidated by the overwhelming power.

While Zaluba trampled the vampires, its rider was not idle, slashing at the other two vampires.

Unfortunately, these vampires had no intention of fighting back, only aiming to lure him out and hold him off. Using their unique vampire ability to transform, they managed to save their lives at the cost of their vitality.

"Haha, little bats, now you've seen the might of Lord Zaluba. I may have forgotten a lot, not remembering anything, but I still have my combat instincts. How dare you look down on me."

"These vampires are yours to deal with; I'll handle the werewolves. Any problems?"

"Leave it to me, these severely weakened fools are no match for me."

"Good!" The knight in golden armor stood up on the saddle, crouched slightly, then leaped towards the three werewolves planning to flee.

Life is more important than orders from any superior. If necessary, they could just find another territory to live in. With golden-level strength, they could thrive anywhere.

But the Demon Hunter Knight gave them no chance to flee. Landing in front of them, he blocked their path with his sword: "Dark races daring to tread on human territories, death without mercy!"

"The era of demon hunting is over." A werewolf bellowed in shock and rage, "How dare you be so brazen?"

"Kill!" The Demon Hunter Knight did not bother to reply. Does a hunter explain to his prey?

...As the clergy watched in stunned silence, a particularly cool and imposing warhorse chased a group of bats, its crimson-gold fiery hooves crushing them with each stomp, accompanied by screams of agony.

On the other side, the knight in crimson-gold armor, wearing a majestic beast-head helmet that obscured his face, wielded a flaming greatsword, pursuing three werewolves... The scene was almost too brutal to watch.

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