Hans was alone, patrolling the closed neighborhood.
There was no one on the street. In the houses on both sides, the burning lights and low voices of conversation quickly disappeared with the sound of horse hooves passing by.
The tragedies that the Crusaders once inflicted on the Saracens were still firmly remembered by the pagans in this city, even hundreds of years later.
In the cavalry company under Lothar, only Hans was qualified to patrol alone, and the rest had to go with at least two people to take care of them.
Hans stopped in front of a temple.
This is a temple called the Holy Fire Scripture Hall. According to legend, Zoroastrian theological classics translated in various languages are stored here. Many Zoroastrian monks come here from far away to read the scriptures.
Hans sat on the horse and sniffed.
With a keen sense of smell, I smelled a scent that was both familiar and unfamiliar in front of me.
Savage and brutal.
Wild, violent.
He searched his mind and suddenly said: "Is it...a smell similar to Abelardo? The werewolf of this world!"
Hans tied the horse to the side of the road and walked slowly forward.
After a while.
He saw a gloomy-looking man kneeling on the ground under an olive tree in front of the temple, constantly crossing himself and praying.
Hans came to a stand not far behind him and said loudly: "Werewolf, since you want to repent to Heavenly Father, why do you want to worship a pagan temple?"
The man's body trembled.
for a long time.
He then said: "You are only one person, why do you dare to reveal my identity?"
"Although I'm just one person, it's enough to deal with you."
Hans looked calm. He was now a five-star follower, and his strength had increased many times compared to before. He felt that he could still deal with a mere werewolf.
"Did you do that body in the drainage ditch? I heard your prayers, but unfortunately, this will not erase the sins you committed."
"I...I didn't mean it."
"I can't control my appetite."
"Please, leave quickly."
There was an expression on the man's face that looked like he was crying but not crying. He raised his hands and said, "You can't even imagine what kind of terrifying power the werewolf has. I have... fallen into the arms of the devil."
"Even in the holy city closest to the kingdom of heaven, I no longer feel salvation - the power of Heavenly Father cannot compete with the devil at all."
Hans murmured: "blasphemy."
Then he felt a little dazed again.
He is also a werewolf now, not the knightly squire who insists on using swords and spears to preach. If it is said to be blasphemous, his existence itself is a kind of blasphemy against the Father.
"I... can't control it anymore."
He looked in pain, and a black hair pierced his skin like a steel needle.
What follows is a scene that can make cryptophobic patients faint.
Dense black hair pierced the man's flesh, grew wildly, and covered his body in the blink of an eye.
His muzzle became long and narrow, sharp, and two rows of sharp fangs protruded from under his lips.
Along with the creaking sound of his joints swelling, his legs and arms were lengthening.
In the blink of an eye, the man had transformed into a tall, black werewolf, three meters tall.
"hehe."
A low laugh sounded.
"You asked for this. I gave you a chance."
Amidst the deep laughter, the werewolf grinned its fangs.
Hans sighed with emotion: "You are much bigger than me. Let me weigh it. What is the difference between you and Abelardo? Is it the breed or the number of cannibals?"
The werewolf had some difficulty understanding Hans' calmness, let alone what he said.
With just a suppressed growl, the werewolf pounced on Hans like a bomb.
Keng——
The werewolf's sharp claws grabbed the blade in Hans' hand.
The sharp claws clamped down on the armed sword in Hans' hand. He struggled hard, but was surprised to find that he was actually suppressed by the werewolf in terms of strength.
Unlike when Abelardo and Lothar fought, he had to fight in a werewolf body, hiding in a small armor, and was unable to use the werewolf's largest weapons, claws and teeth.
This greatly limits the werewolf's combat power.
This was also one of the key reasons why Lothar was able to win in the first place.
The werewolf Hans faced this time was not only more ferocious than Abelardo, but he could also use his full strength without reservation, which put Hans at a disadvantage for a while.
"It seems that I am still not as good as the adults."
Hans let go and stopped wrestling with the werewolf.
The werewolf inadvertently took several steps back. He picked up the knight's sword that had been bent by great force, and grinned: "Without the weapon, I'll see how you fight with me."
The werewolf's heart was actually full of surprise.
Hans was the strongest human being he had ever seen.
Normally, let alone wrestling with it, after it turns into a werewolf, it can even knock away the heads of knights wearing heavy barrel helmets with just a little force.
"Mr. Werewolf, please allow me to take off my armor so as not to hurt your teeth."
Hans took off his robe, sat on the ground, and took off his chainmail shirt with a relaxed attitude.
"Are you crazy?"
The werewolf looked at Hans warily, somewhat confused as to why this man had to take off the armor he relied on for a living. With a human's frail body, wouldn't it be easy to solve it in front of him?
"Of course I'm not crazy."
Hans took off his chain armor and then took off the lined linen shirt: "It's just that I found that it is impossible for me to kill a werewolf with a human body like my lord."
"Are you kidding me?"
The werewolf felt like Hans was telling a tall tale.
"Delaying for time?"
The werewolf was alertly aware that Hans had delayed him for too long.
It lowered its body and pushed its legs on the ground.
The violent thrust caused it to pounce on the unarmed Hans with the shells coming out of the barrel.
"So, let's have a wolf versus wolf showdown."
Hans murmured lowly. He was shirtless, showing off his strong muscles.
Immediately, he lowered his body and jumped up suddenly in the same posture.
While his body was still in mid-air, he suddenly transformed into a two-meter-tall white werewolf.
Just heard a muffled bang.
The two fell to the ground together.
The black werewolf let out a hoarse roar: "You too! You are too! We are both abandoned by God, why did you attack me?"
Hans said softly: "I am not a person abandoned by God."
I have God.
Immediately, he swung his claws and smashed it.
The sharp claws left a deep, bone-visible scar on the black werewolf's chest.
The black ronin was furious and kicked Hans away. Panting, he got up from the ground: "Damn beast, only a two-meter-old little wolf. I will let you know what it means to respect your seniors!"
Hans stood up unscathed. Unlike werewolves in this world, his transformation was time-limited, but he would not lose his mind, and he did not follow the principle that the stronger he gets, the bigger he gets.
next moment.
The two werewolves struggled together again.
They abandoned all civilized power and instead used the most barbaric minions, trying every possible means to kill each other.
The black werewolf was shocked to find that Hans, a werewolf, was obviously much smaller than him, but his power was even more terrifying than him.
It just watched itself being crushed step by step by Hans.
Until, Hans's two rows of sharp teeth were imprinted on its neck.
Click——
In the werewolf's eyes, the lizard-like brown-yellow vertical pupils gradually lost their sparkle.
He twitched the corners of his mouth and said softly.
"Lilith, my world is dark."
