The black-gray beast's hind legs crushed the red wine bottle rolling on the ground, and the dark red wine flowed all over the ground, like old blood.
The giant wolf's fur was gray with age, and it seemed that it was no longer young, but its tall body almost overturned the small attic.
"Enough blood has been shed tonight, young man, there is no need to die in vain. The Wolf God does not need your blood - leave that girl to me."
It made a low roar. The voice sounded strangely familiar to Ed.
"...Then, I promise I will turn around and leave, pretending not to see anything. Only in this way can you survive tonight safely."
"Don't go there, Ed." Quinn grabbed his sleeve and whispered, "It's too tall and strong, you can't beat it. I don't want you to die."
"It's okay, I won't die, you take care of yourself here."
Speaking of which, he has much more experience in death than others:
"This big bad wolf is an acquaintance of mine. I'm going to meet him."
Ed patted Quinn on the shoulder, then stood up and took a few steps forward to confront the beast and said:
"I really didn't expect you to show up here. Good evening, Mr. George."
That's right, this old George from the Cold Winter Bookstore, the old man who was driven crazy by lycanthropy, would never admit his mistake.
George growled and took two steps back, almost as if he was frightened. Then he said:
"I don't remember your smell. Who are you?"
"Your book friend, I don't remember you being this kind of person." Ed said, raising his gun, "Do you really agree with what they are doing? Using a little girl as a sacrifice?"
"'Consent' means there was a choice."
The pair of scarlet eyes sighed desperately in the darkness: "The fate has already been written. She is the son of Synopsis. Whether willingly or not, she will join the hunt sooner or later."
"What about you? Have you accepted your fate of ending your life as a monster?"
"I don't……"
This sentence stung him unexpectedly like a dagger. The giant wolf seems to be starting to waver, and maybe this battle doesn't have to be fought.
"Should we attribute all our actions to 'this is how we are destined to be'? Then where should we place our own wishes?" Ed continued to persuade.
"..." George remained silent and took another step back.
"Chuckling..." Just when George was about to give up, a string of smiling voices came from behind him:
"Do I need to remind you again, Elder George? Every wolf in the pack must obey the will of the alpha wolf."
An old man with a goatee wearing a dark forest-colored robe came out, holding a shoulder-length wooden scepter in his hand, with the ring at the front decorated with thorns.
"Sorry, Elder Swann." George immediately lowered his head and said respectfully, "I still keep my promise."
"Very well. After tonight, you will be allowed to leave the pack, but you must prove your loyalty to your family with your blood."
The old man holding the stick pointed at Ed with his withered grass-like fingers, and said softly and slowly:
"kill him."
There seemed to be some kind of magic in that voice. George puffed up his chest, raised his head to the sky, let out a deafening roar, and ran towards the pile of shelves where Ed was.
When Ed saw this, he didn't hesitate anymore and directly pulled the trigger. Then immediately bounce it back in place again.
boom. The bullet responded with a roar that broke the wind.
Although such a narrow space could not avoid the ballistic trajectory, George still lowered his body. The bullet directly penetrated its muscles and shoulder blades, but failed to stay in its body and cause more damage.
George let out a low roar of pain and rushed towards Ed, his huge body knocking the surrounding shelves upside down.
The terrain here favors Ed. The aisle formed by the shelves on both sides is a little more than enough for a person to pass through, but a little insufficient for a werewolf.
Ed lowered his head to avoid the steel-sharp claw strike. The sturdy multi-layered wooden shelves were torn to pieces, and sawdust flew everywhere.
Its movements were extremely fast, and it was obvious that ten years ago it had not suffered from functional deterioration due to aging. But he is no longer the young boy who lacked experience and equipment a few months ago.
boom!
The bullet passed through the gap in the shelf and entered the old wolf's abdomen. It was rolling and destroying its internal organs faithfully, but it could not completely stop the ferocious beast.
The sound of breaking wind came towards him, and there was another steel-sharp claw attack. The emerald green barrier barely blocked the attack. The entire storage area made up of shelves seemed to be crumbling and dusty like the end of the world.
Ed loaded the volcano pistol again and moved backwards with his legs between the collapsed shelves, sticking to the ground. Glass shards and wood chips from the wine bottle were embedded in his clothes, which made him look a little embarrassed.
"Roar——!" The injured old wolf roared, tearing apart all the obstacles in front of him like a fish to death.
But at the same time, this is also consuming its power.
Ed continued to patiently move backwards and forwards, taking advantage of the gaps in the shelves to shoot, and then crawled like a bug. Although he was in a state of embarrassment, he was getting closer and closer to victory.
Finally, after he used up the fourth bullet, the old wolf fell between the shelves, dying.
"I'm very sorry……"
It whispered hoarsely, not even struggling anymore, just waiting for death to come.
"I think I've seen this scene before." Ed turned the gun and loaded it for the last time, pointing the black muzzle at the immobile George, "How about we change the ending."
boom!
He shifted the muzzle of the gun a little and pulled the trigger at the old man with the white beard behind George.
