Maybe it's just a hallucination caused by visual misalignment...
Ed guessed wishfully. Nearly half of the flesh and blood on Elder Swann's body had been scattered throughout the room with the explosion of the pocket watch bomb. At most, he had not yet died and could no longer fight.
Probably?
The broken body of the old wolf was like an ancient tree whose trunk was almost hollowed out. It was still relying on the few remaining nutrients, but still refused to die.
This gave him a bad feeling.
Stop breathing quickly, I'm going to die soon if I don't stop breathing.
He tried to find his gun on the ground and give Elder Swann a few more rounds. But in front of his eyes was a chaotic blood-red mess, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
With the vision provided by the one-eyed spider, he barely found the location of the volcanic pistol - right at Elder Swann's feet, pressed underneath by a collapsed and damaged shelf.
Fortunately, the gun was not buried deeply, and half of the gun handle was exposed. Ed estimated that he could pull it out as long as he crawled over, but it was too close to Elder Swann. If it could still move, he would have fallen into a trap if he went over.
The Wasp drone was in the rucksack behind him, now pinned against his back. And for the sake of portability and to prevent misfire, the weapon modules above need to be deployed manually.
These steps are too cumbersome for him now, so he might as well do it himself.
Ed struggled to find the spare gun bag under his coat, where he kept the stick-type revolver he first used——
Although the lethality of that gun can only be said to be unsatisfactory even when used against other ordinary werewolves with lower crystal energy levels, it may be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
His remaining left hand gradually became stiff and numb, and he couldn't even tell whether the slightly slippery thing he touched was a gun holster, clothes, or his own flesh.
But finally, he touched the opening of the holster and took out the revolver.
Ed first pulled the hammer and fired a shot into the air at will - this shot was an empty shot in order to adjust the safety gap to the loaded position. Then, he pointed the gun at Elder Swann and emptied the bullet nest.
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
It has to be said that the shooting training during this period was indeed of great benefit. Under the triple influence of visual obstruction, shooting with his non-dominant hand (although he is left-handed, he is more accustomed to shooting with his right hand in order to match the white crow cane) and serious injuries, He still hit five shots.
The silver-plated bullet easily hit Elder Swann's head and torso. Although it caused almost no damage, the poisonous effect of the silver on the lycanthropic patient should have caused the beast to breathe its last breath.
Ed loosened his fingers in relief. Although he wanted to reload another round of bullets, it was too difficult for him who only had one hand now.
That's it, it's almost over... What? !
Like a scary scene in a horror movie, the vague piece of flesh with almost half of it left suddenly struggled, which made Ed wonder if his silver-plated bullet had some kind of therapeutic effect in reverse - but in fact it was more like This evil wolf's cunning trick of cheating death was exposed by these silver-plated bullets.
Elder Swan howled angrily and tried to break free from the shackles of the surrounding vines. It bit into the thickest lignified branches around it and pulled out the left arm of Broken Palm.
Then came the right arm. After discovering that it was wrapped too tightly, the beast bit the entire right arm off to free itself from the shackles.
Just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer...
At this time, Ed had no choice but to move backwards by pushing his legs on the floor like a dying fish soaked in a shallow ditch, struggling to move in the pool of his own blood.
Let this dream story have a perfect ending... Even if the reality does not change, I don't want to bow to fate.
The body in the dream seemed to collapse at any time, but this somewhat inexplicable and stubborn thought forced him to continue struggling.
In the blurred vision, the hunter was approaching step by step. He saw the no longer humanoid monster rushing toward him, and then his vision began to tumble.
Is this my head?
That was Ed's only thought.
But it seems not. Because he didn't wake up, it meant that his body was still alive.
He saw a huge black figure rushing forward and biting the white wolf's throat. Ed thought it was Quinn completely losing control, but then he was surprised to realize that it was Mr. George in his wolf form.
The two figures collided together, hugging, biting, and rolling, as if Mr. George's last trace of humanity was fighting to the death against the beast in his heart.
The two giant wolves refused to give in to each other, fighting to the death, as if dancing a bloody dance, from the center of the attic to the end, crashing into the only window of the attic.
The huge power of the two squeezed the windows and walls to pieces, and the strange red moonlight poured into the room unbridled——
In mid-air, two old wolves tore each other's flesh and blood until the last breath.
Ed's eyes hovered over the rising red moon, and the frightening ancient light just enveloped him, like a spotlight on a stage.
No, more like a sacrifice on the altar. He suddenly thought.
He heard someone standing up from the ruins behind him, approaching him with small, timid steps and trembling.
"Ed, I'm so hungry."
