Black Street (II)

"Yeah, I'm just fine with that."

Witcher grinned back and saw the bald man with the mysterious pattern tattooed on his head take a step back, the figure in the cloak rising a fraction of an inch and hissing as he threw his head back.

With that silent roar spreading, the darkness that lurked in the dark streets became clear all at once.

"That's a lot of werewolves..."

Sensing the dozen or so speeding dark auras, Eleazar slowly made his way down the alley.

By the time he turned back again, the entrance to the alley had been blocked by a humanoid monster with a body that was a full 3 meters tall, while on the rooftops and balconies of the houses above, more than a dozen dark red lines of sight were cast down.

"1 werewolf, 12 lycanthropy infected."

Spinning the silver ring on her finger, Eleazar slowly pondered what attribute would be better to use.

The werewolf took a step with a heavy stride.

"Who sent you, Cripple or One-Eye? Forget it, whatever, you die!"

A dirty claw ripped through the air as the alley was filled with a fishy odor.

Attribute Decision-Time!

Witcher casually raises his hands in a slashing motion, his feet stepping back as he does so.

The werewolf was so fast that it could even be said that its figure completely disappeared from the visual eyepiece, and it was only with the perception that one could catch that astonishing speed that instantly pushed the limits of physics.

But its attacks were monotonous, just constant raids, claw swings, raids, claw swings, and just dodging for a dozen seconds or so would still be easy.

Eleazar anticipates his opponent's attack, moving his feet as if he had foreseen it, and in the process taking a swing at one of those Wolf Plague infected surrounding him, everyone gets a piece of the action and never misses a beat.

Figuring it was about time, Witcher suddenly moved away from the crowd.

"Boom! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ...."

Unsuspecting mists of blood exploded one after another.

Broken limbs flew up in an unknown effect, and pungent blood quickly stained the alley red.

[Residue of magic potion: 77800→77680]

The werewolf, who simply couldn't comprehend this power, growled and burst out again, but then realized with a jolt that the lower half of his body was still left where it was.

"Pfft!"

The upper half of the cut and flattened body planted itself directly off the ground, and it hissed in pain, grasping the ground with both hands in a death grip and dragging its upper body back in a frantic crawl.

"I want to ask you something."

Eleazar asked faintly as he slowly followed it:

"May I ask if there has been any strange flow of bodies lately?"

"Ho, I don't know!"

The werewolf stared at his lower half with crimson eyes, deadpan.

Hurry up!

Connect back faster!

With its powerful healing power, wounds can quickly heal as soon as they touch back.

But a sudden burst of fire destroyed all its will.

Eleazar looked at the burning lower half and whispered to the frozen werewolf:

"You have three seconds to think about it, or you'll be a disabled half-wolf from now on."

"Roar! I don't know, I don't know, the corpses have always been in the hands of the Necromantic Sect's side, if you want to inquire about this kind of thing, go to their territory and make a mess!"

"Oh?" Eleazar asked immediately after his spirits lifted:

"That Necromonger sect, where exactly?"

Seeing the lower half of his body turn to ash in a matter of moments, the werewolf growled in pain:

"The hospitals, all the hospitals and clinics are under this power, their premises are the church where the church was once founded, go to them and make trouble if you dare!"

"Well, did it turn out to be a trip to that place in the end?"

Eleazar nodded thoughtfully, then casually terminated the fae that was already envisioning how it would be a half-werewolf later.

[Residue of magic potion: 77680→77180]

After another short wait, the unwillingly dissipating transcendental activity resolved itself into a copy of the higher-order material.

A deep red vein that held together the superbly active blood of a werewolf.

Getting the material and intel I wanted, and by the way, digesting a tiny bit of magic potion and watching the night view, made the night run worth it.

But instead of leaving right away, he sprinkled another handful of glitter powder that eliminated the odor from his body, and later also activated his cloak of invisibility, and stood on the rooftop over the alleyway waiting in silence.

After a long time, the group walked back into the alley.

"Hans and his squad are all dead, a superhuman force never seen before, and not a shred of useful information could be gleaned from the bodies."

Listening to the report of his men walking back, the leader of the Shadowtooth Society silently looked at the dead and dying junior leader.

"Pull to return the spirits of the psychics of the Necromongers and ask what enemies they encountered before they died."

On the rooftop, Eleazar stumbled to his feet, his face astonished.

Are you that hard on your people?

One hadn't gotten used to Celine's style after all, here, the means of destroying the enemy was not only limited to the physical body, but at the same time, the soul had to be destroyed in some way, lest the other party expose their body by using psychic techniques.

Eleazar silently peers down at the line below to see if he has a chance to strike.

"Well, more than a dozen high-ranking werewolves, it's a bit tricky, and that unfathomable leader..."

It can be fought, but it will cause a lot of commotion and will likely attract the entrance of third and fourth-party forces because the fight cannot be resolved quickly.

"It would be nice to know some spells..."

Eleazar silently judges the situation and the various scenarios, then pulls out a bottle that collects scents, opens it, and tosses it into the distance.

Below, the leader of the Shadow Tooth Society jerked his head up, his feet lurched, and his figure instantly appeared on the rooftop.

He lifted his nose and sniffed, coldly:

"There was just a man here."

The three henchmen who followed beside him immediately swelled their bodies to transform into werewolves and ran quickly after the scent.

"Awww...!"

They had just taken two steps when another scream came from the alley below, and a fire rose to the sky.

The Shadowtooth leader quickly turned to lower his gaze and was trying to get a better look at the situation when a wave of heat that made his fur curl came over him.

More than a dozen leaders jumped up with fire-covered screams and rolled frantically on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the tongues of fire on their bodies.

The twenty or so of them were all bloodthirsty berserkers, and none of them knew elemental spells.

In the end, they had to forcefully transform and physically extinguish the fire by patting each other on the back.

After a few moments, the rooftop was filled with more than a dozen wretched humanoids with burnt hair and empty baldness everywhere.

The horrific flames in the alley had dissipated, and the grim-faced silver-tongued leader looked down at the grayness below.

There were no longer even crumbs left down there, large chunks of wall ash sniffing off and laying with the ashes on the floor, mixing up even the last of the useful ashes.

"There was a conflict in the street just now? You all go and inquire for me at once while those stall owners are still impressed, and tempted with bounties!"

But when the dozen or so Shadow Teeth Society leaders arrived at the scene, they found that the row of stall owners were unconscious, their brains overflowing with blood, and their bodies slightly twitching.

Passersby were whispering to each other.

"That's weird, did they have a heart attack?"