Kane stumbled through the forest, his body stained with deep blood, and the blood in his hair looked terrifying.

He was already aware of the encirclement of the humans, and before he fell asleep, he was also a nobleman hidden among the humans, and he also knew some basic tactics.

The development of human beings has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the kind of projectiles fired by the mysterious vessel in their hands can cause him a certain amount of damage, which makes Kane feel the strangeness of 'times have changed'.

He knew that he might not be able to revitalize the werewolf group by relying on his current self, he was already behind the times, and he didn't know what the current human race was like, and if he continued to look at humans with the old eyes, the werewolf race would soon become extinct.

So... He made a desperate gamble and made a bold decision.

Attack a current human nobleman, transform that nobleman into a werewolf, even if he dies in this encirclement, the werewolf has the possibility of continuing to develop!

Kane wandered around the human stronghold for a long time before he came across a human 'nobleman' who had gone out.

After all, in Kane's point of view, there are four people armed with terrible weapons to protect them, most of whom are nobles.

In order to prevent humans from noticing something wrong, he deliberately killed two of the guards, leaving the 'noble' and the other two guards alive, and in fact, only one of the 'nobles' was transformed into a werewolf by Kane.

Kane felt that his physical strength had decreased slightly, and if it was another moment, he would have recovered for a while, but now... This feeling of weakness could have killed him.

But even if it was death, Kane felt meaningful now.

Thinking of this, Kane smiled with relief, and there was a roar in the sky from time to time, although he didn't know what it was, but he felt that it was mostly related to the current human race.

"The times..."

Kane lay behind the trunk of a tree, and he was now vaguely nostalgic for the days when he rode horses and armed guns, and knights duel.

At that time, human beings were so simple, even the range of bows and arrows was weak and pitiful, and Kane could no longer understand them in today's society.

But...

Suddenly, Kane's eyes narrowed, as if he thought of something that pleased him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

He remembered something.

If, as he had predicted, humanity had developed into such a behemoth, then weren't their werewolf nemesis, the filthy, hypocritical, and self-righteous vampire dead bats, dead?

"Fortunately, I assimilated a nobleman to give the werewolf a chance to survive. ”

Kane spoke slowly in Old English, and he was keen to hear footsteps coming from all directions, and his mind had drifted back to the old days.

There are very few werewolves in Britain, most of them come from European land, and Kane is one of them.

He had forgotten where his hometown was, and he only remembered that he had done great things here after he had set foot on British soil.

The glory of the past is gone, and all that remains is memories.

"Discover the target, discover the target!"

"Snipers are ready to take position!"

"Be careful, it's all about safety, it's already surrounded by us, it can't run!"

Listening to the constant sounds around him, Kane had a mocking look on his face.

Immediately after, the hair on his body began to grow rapidly, the fangs quickly expanded, his eyes began to be filled with red, his body continued to expand, and sharp claws protruded from his palms!

"Whew——!!!"

Kane let out a long howl as he looked up to the sky, wisps of saliva wrapped around his cold fangs, and he turned his head sharply to look at the British soldiers who were advancing cautiously, and let out a wolf howl.

Werewolves never flinch, live or die!

Kane's eyes were blood-red, and he looked at the soldiers who were approaching, kicked up on the ground, and headed towards the soldiers!

"Werewolves are coming at us!"

"Extremely fast, ready to shoot!"

"Fire!"

"Bang! bang!"

At this moment, in all directions, dozens of snipers fired at the same time, and the bullets whistled in unison towards Kane's wolf head!

Although Kane is a werewolf and his physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, in front of a heavy sniper rifle, his head is not much different from a watermelon, and in an instant, it bursts instantly, and blood splatters out.

The headless wolf corpse instantly fell from a high altitude and fell to the ground fiercely, raising dust everywhere, and in the dust, countless red dots were aimed at here.

They were worried that werewolves would get up, just like the demon wolf Fenrir did.

Fortunately, the werewolf Kane is really dead, and his head is bursting like a watermelon, and there is no chance of survival.

In the tank outside the forest, the commander observed everything remotely, and when he saw that the werewolf's vital characteristics had completely disappeared, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and opened his mouth to say, "Carry the werewolf corpse back and study it." ”

"We have killed the werewolves, we have avenged the twenty-two soldiers and inspectors who were killed, we have avenged the thirteen nationals, we have avenged the wounded in a coma, we are the heroes of Britain!"

......

At King's College Hospital in London, Celt slowly woke up from a coma not long after entering the ward, and was greeted by the hospital's white ceiling and the pungent smell of disinfectant.

There was a slight pain in his head, and he felt a strange feeling all over his body, and he looked at the busy doctors around him, and a terrible thought suddenly rose in his heart.

Pounce on them and bite their throats!

Celt quickly shook his head, dispelling all these terrible thoughts, and a great sorrow suddenly rose in his heart, as if something very important had passed away.

What's going on, why do I have so many weird thoughts today?

Celt felt a little uneasy, he felt as if he didn't feel like himself, he felt a little strange.

"Sheriff Celtic, how are you feeling right now?"

Suddenly, a doctor's voice reached his ears, interrupting his thoughts.

Celtic nodded apprehensively, and asked, "Doctor, what's going on, is there anything unusual about me, my companions..."

The last image in Celtic's memory was of a standing werewolf lunging towards him.

Seeing Celtic ask like this, the doctor sighed and comforted: "Sheriff Celtic, your body is very healthy, but after a few bites, you will be healed after a while, as for your companion..."

"Three of them are dead, and the other is about the same as you, and there is no danger to life. ”

Celt felt his heart sink.