Under the scarlet moonlight, the glass fragments emitting azure fluorescence reflected each other and shone brightly, like a net of stars, blending with the blood and bones of the blasphemer.
"Edgar, what are you doing?! Don't go out, it's dangerous outside!"
The sea monster roared from behind. However, at this time, Ed had already climbed over the bunker made of furniture, used his elbow to knock open the door that had rebounded to ajar, and rushed towards the corridor, leaving his words behind.
"Don't worry Mr. Kraken, please believe me, just believe it!"
Ed left these words in the previous room.
Other windows that had lost their blue veins began to shatter one after another, like toppling dominoes. With the crackling of glass shards, three windows in the corridor were broken almost simultaneously.
Beasts covered in dark fur and walking on four legs poured into the house with their bloody mouths open. He could even feel the rough, hot breath of the one closest to him.
Ed retreated instead of advancing, walked forward quickly, raised the gun in his right hand and fired at close range——
boom!
Specially made high-power crystal dust bullets shot out from the barrel of the gun, almost shattering the werewolf's entire head, and a ball of blood-red and gray-white paste exploded in mid-air.
The recoil caused by the muzzle of the gun made the torn muscles tremble violently, and the pain that followed on the mental level made Ed couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Hiss... It will pass after you endure it. The physical trauma in the dream is temporary anyway. Ed gave himself a psychological shot of healing.
Although his right hand was injured, after long-term shooting training, it was impossible for him to miss such a close shot.
As the corpse fell to the ground together with a few piles of debris, the second giant werewolf with a brown mane stretched out two huge razor-sharp front paws and rushed towards him.
The gray-white scythe condensed along the crow's beak. Ed dodged and spun to the right. The sharp claws almost missed his chest, but the whirling scythe hooked the werewolf's left leg.
Under the intersection of the two forces, the brown-maned werewolf's huge torso and left leg split into two pieces, letting out a shrill wail. The severed limbs rotated comically on the ground several times, sliding towards the corner with a trail of blood.
It wasn't a fatal blow, but it was enough.
Ed ignored the brown-maned werewolf with severed limbs. He turned around, his middle finger clasped the ring of the trigger guard, and the Volcano pistol gracefully rotated in his hand, completing the one-handed loading.
The index finger pulled the trigger, and the bullet sank into the bloody mouth at the end of the sight. The last werewolf's head exploded into a hazy mist of blood, which passed Ed by its inertia.
When he turned around again, the brown-maned werewolf was already struggling to stand on only three legs.
Ed loaded the gun again and pulled the trigger, only to hear a faint and rough gasp coming from his right ear. The green barrier formed by the "Lake" secret text instantly sealed the window next to him.
It got up faster than Ed thought. He stepped on the floor and jumped over with all his strength. Its strong arms were like giant pincers, trying to pull him into the embrace of death.
There was a loud thud next to my ears. Sure enough, another giant black wolf appeared in front of the window, colliding with the barrier and knocking him over.
The defense in this emergency situation made him a little confused, and the wound muscles in his right arm spasmed uncontrollably due to the recoil generated by the two shots. The muzzle of the gun shifted by a minute at the moment of firing, and the bullet only hit the brown-maned werewolf's right shoulder.
So, Ed dropped the volcano pistol and rushed forward, avoiding the giant wolf's left claw and running headlong into its arms.
The vicious breath and the stinking moisture of saliva hit his face. He held the white crow cane with both hands and pressed it firmly against the werewolf's mouth. In the chaos, the cracking sound of teeth and metal biting made people's hair stand on end.
Ed released his right hand and whipped out the scythe with his left hand, instantly slicing off half of the brown-maned werewolf's head.
Then, he and the furry, headless corpse rolled along the inertia on the floor, colliding with each other several times in the darkness, before finally struggling out.
What about the werewolf who hit the barrier? There are other windows on both sides and it certainly won't waste too much time in front of that window.
While confirming his direction, he searched for the enemy's location from all directions.
However, there were no enemies around. The werewolf's body "flew" in from the window and fell to the ground, with a hot bloody hole on the back of its head.
A deformed bullet bounced off the herringbone floor. It was a six-edged bullet commonly used by Rowan, and it was also plated with silver.
Dr. Rowan, you have never let me down. Ed sighed in his heart.
Before coming, he and the sea monster considered the difficulty of dealing with enemies outside the house inside the house. The final plan was for Rowan to take two other agents to conduct support shooting from the commanding heights of a nearby tall building.
In addition, he had another consideration in making this arrangement - if the security of the mansion was too strong, the Ring Brotherhood might directly cancel the attack plan.
This is obviously not a perfect ending for the sea monster, at least it certainly cannot let him settle his knot. The remnants of the Brotherhood of the Ring must be eliminated as much as possible to ensure the long-term safety of Director Christopher and to untie the knot of the sea monster.
He stood up, picked up the Volcano pistol and reloaded it. The ammunition capacity of the volcano pistol is five rounds. One round was used to shoot the sheep-headed monster before, and three rounds have just been used. There is still the last crystal dust bullet in the barrel.
I don’t know how many enemies I will encounter in the future. To be on the safe side, I must fill up my ammunition first.
Another werewolf noticed Ed's movements, let out a howl and tried to jump into the window, but was killed by Rowan in mid-air.
Under the cover of Rowan, Ed completed the reload. However, the howl just now reminded more of the werewolf Ed's movements. He must find Quinn before he is torn to pieces by the wolves.
He turned the doorknob and quickly opened the door with his good left shoulder.
With the transfer of the barrier, the main living room was in a mess. Clear claw marks and blood stains and bloody mutant footprints could be seen on the ground. Apparently there was a chase through the living room.
"Quinn, where are you?!" Ed couldn't care less at this moment and shouted directly.
Hopefully it wasn't her blood. The Quinn now is not the person she will be ten years from now. If she is caught up by a werewolf...
Even though he knew it was a dream, he didn't want anything to happen to Quinn.
There was another barking sound behind him, and Ed quickened his pace and ran up to the second floor, using the floor plan the director shared with him to open the door of Quinn's room:
"Quinn, are you okay-"
Ed froze on the spot, the room was empty.
