The setting sun sank into the valley, and darkness covered the land.

However, it did not envelop this forest.

The glow of the flames lit up what should have been darkness in the woodland, and there was no noise in the forest except for the crackling sound of burning.

It was a dead silence that could not be felt even a trace of anger.

Caiodis stood under the tree, staring intently ahead. His expression, movements, and even his breathing froze, like a puppet. The dancing firelight was reflected in his blue eyes, and between the furious tongue he saw a dark figure.

With long black hair, blood-red eyes, a long face and a hooked nose, thin, straight, neat, cold and ruthless, like a killing machine.

The creature stood in a sea of fire, his black robe and upside-down cross pendant swaying with the ebb and flow of the heat. Around him, seventeen charred wolf corpses lay horizontally and vertically, all twisted into rather eerie postures due to the heat. The stench of charred flesh filled the air, smelling like the winds of hell.

The hot wind whipped Keodis in the face like a whip, the heat and stinging pain making it impossible for him to open his eyes, and at the same time, it reminded him that what had happened before was reality, not some crazy illusion.

It was before the sun was gone, and the man in black descended on the chase without warning, raising his hand and easily eliminating the werewolf at the end of the group. Seeing this scene, the bloodthirsty werewolves immediately gave up the pursuit of Caiodis and took aim at the new stranger.

"This guy is dead. At that time, Caiodis thought to himself.

The man was a vampire, and Caiodis recognized that at first. The color of his eyes, his strength, and the unique, evil aura that emanated from him, Keodis would never be mistaken.

But even so, Caiodis didn't think he could win against such a large group of werewolves. Despite what he had just shown, that blow to a werewolf's fire magic was quite amazing. But how many times could he cast such a magic in the seconds before the werewolves rushed up and tore him to shreds?

In terms of physical ability alone, ordinary vampires are far inferior to transformed werewolves. It is true that in terms of intelligence, combat skills and magical talents, vampires are superior, but once the battle enters the stage of zero-distance hand-to-hand combat, none of these fists and embroidered legs can be trusted. The so-called "one force down ten times", when your opponent can slap you in the face, it is really difficult for you to win.

Unless, you're an unusually powerful high-level vampire who has the capital to treat sentient beings as grass mustards. Considering the pitiful number of truly "high-level" vampires, the odds of them appearing are .....

"It's very small. Caiodis thought.

He had already acquiesced, the vampire in front of him was just a fool who dared to run out and wave with a little magic, and he didn't know how thick the sky was.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's always good to have someone to help me take the pressure off. ”

With this thought in mind, Caiodis climbed down from the tree. The vampire should be able to take out a few werewolves with his fancy magic before getting close. After being close, his dying throes were able to hit a few more. Caiodis waited for the two sides to lose both sides, and then rushed to clean up the mess, and he played the abacus well.

However, contrary to what he imagined, the man did not choose to distance himself and use magic to fight. On the contrary, the guy just stood still, neither fleeing nor hiding, and watched as the vicious werewolves pounced on him, unfazed and unmoved.

"There's something wrong with this thing, right?"

Just as Caiodis thought so, the man stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the werewolf who was rushing forward.

His hands were pale and thin, like withered branches, and their weakness was evident. But just like that, when it touched the werewolf's front paws, the unstoppable werewolf stopped like a bull.

Its body was engulfed in flames in an instant, burning every inch of flesh from the inside out. Death was almost instantaneous to it, and it didn't even let out a dying wail, and fell to the ground with a thud, no longer moving, letting the flames rage over its remains.

This werewolf has turned from a living "life" into a perfect "fuel".

Caiodis was speechless.

It's not some "fancy magic", it's, it's just ......

Devil's Touch.

The death of their companion stirred up the werewolves, who, instead of flinching, became more courageous and rushed to the gates of hell – a ridiculously stupid thing.

The demon wields its fiery scythe, unceremoniously harvesting every soul that has thrown itself into the net. Everything touched by the man's fingertips, whether it was blood, flesh, air or dirt, was reduced to ashes and dust in the flames.

That's what Keodis saw, the battle was one-sided, and in a trance, everything was over.

The wolves never let out a howl again, and Caiodis had no time to sympathize with them. Because the culprit who made all this is coming to him step by step.

"I ask you," the man asked, as he walked, "are you their companion?"

The speed at which he could speak and the speed at which he could walk was not much faster, but Caiodis felt that he had no chance of escaping, and likewise, not answering his question was not a viable option.

The brain, which had already gone blank, was forced to turn again.

"Ah, of course not!" replied Caiodis in a calm tone, pretending to be calm, "Actually, I was being hunted by them just now, thanks to your help!"

After saying that, he showed a smile, and he smiled so much that he couldn't even feel the bottom of his own heart.

"Really?"

The man stopped.

"In that case, I can't kill you, it's a pity. ”

He said this sentence quite plainly, without the slightest emotion, but it made Caiodis feel cold in his heart.

"For ...... Why?"

The corners of Caiodis' mouth were a little numb, and he was about to lose this kind expression.

"Exterminating the werewolves of the Blacktooth Clan is my master's order. "If I can't destroy all the enemies, then I'm disloyal," said the man. ”

"Commands are everything, commands are above everything, and everything is obeyed. ”

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, with barely a trace of fluctuation in his intonation, sounding like a talking machine. He was calm, and from the words he uttered, Caiodis felt nothing but endless madness.

Flame and absolute loyalty, looking at his unwavering face, for a moment, Caiodis remembered a rather ancient legend of the Bloodline.

"God begat five sons, and his soul returned to dust. For thousands of years, the son of man betrayed and killed two of the five sons. After that, the eldest son disappeared in the shadow of the moon and was gone, the second son hid in the stars and the hellhound went with him, and the third son returned to the night sky with all kinds of evil beasts. ”

"Hellhound...... Cerberus......" Caiodis muttered quietly.

The man gave him one last look, bowed his head, and snapped his fingers again. In an instant, his body was completely enveloped in a flame that ignited out of thin air, and disappeared into nothingness in the short cluster of sparks.

"Oh no, Nalan Twilight......" When the fire was gone, Caiodis still stared at where the man was, muttering to himself, "If this guy is really the legendary 'Cerberus'......"

That means that his master, the second son of God, has already descended here.

Caiodis looked up at the night sky, which was fading. Under the reflection of the firelight, a mutilated moon is quietly rising.