Forty-six, who had his back to the werewolf, didn't know whether he heard his pleading, and there was no fluctuation in his pretty eyes, just staring calmly at the chaos outside the window without saying a word. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After a while, the figure of No. 47 was completely covered by the many humanoid weapons stacked on top of each other, and only the three light bullets of the wind crossbow that burst out from time to time still showed people her life and death.

"Save her! I'll repay you! Please... Save her! Looking at the predicament of Forty-Seven, the werewolf's mood was extremely low, as if he had lost hope for Forty-Six, and his pleading voice became smaller and smaller, so that by the end it was as low as a mosquito.

The frequency of gunfire in the encirclement became lower and lower, and even after a long interval before another shot was fired, the wood-carved Forty-Six suddenly shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the werewolf whose face was slightly distorted by the corpses of the two humanoid weapons. At this time, he was almost more sad than dead, except for his tearful eyes still faintly expecting a miracle, the whole person was lying limply and weakly as if he had lost his soul. But seeing that No. 46 finally made a move, a strange color suddenly welled up in the werewolf's eyes, and his limbs tightened again.

"Why do you want to save him so much?" Looking at the werewolf's embarrassed appearance as if he had come back from the dead, Forty-Six raised his eyebrows and smirked noncommittally.

"That's because..."Seeing Forty-Six's question, the werewolf was about to answer, but was rudely interrupted by the other party.

"Do you know that your presence is the biggest threat to her life?! The most important thing you should do is not to ask me to save her, but to obediently cut myself off and die a hundred clean!! The more Forty-Six spoke, the more angry she became, and her voice became louder and louder, until in the end, she suddenly stretched out her right arm, which was still intact, and dragged the isolated werewolf directly through the glass wall. You want me to save her?! Okay! Then I'll let you see with your own eyes what will happen to her in the end! ”

As the words fell, No. 46's abnormally distorted left arm slammed into a button, only to hear an electronic prompt sound, and the werewolf saw that there was suddenly an additional stand on the left and right sides of the spaceship's cabin, and the bracket was placed on a missile-shaped object.

"Take the platform as the base point, six o'clock three direction, three point ten direction, each hit one shot!"

"Ready, ready to launch!"

After the computer prompt fell, the entire spacecraft shook slightly, and the missiles on the left and right brackets were launched, and to the horror of the werewolves, one of the missiles landed at the place where the humanoid weapons were most dense, and that place also happened to be the direction where No. 47 was.

"No!! You... Do you want to.. Kill her completely?! ”

The werewolf, who was fiercely bound by the neck of No. 46, had no strength at all, and could only watch as No. 46 casually ordered the spacecraft to pull away after launching the missile and flew towards the crack in the ceiling. Just as they were about to leave the empty hall, the light outside the window suddenly went out completely, except for the faint light that penetrated through the crack, and even the light in the cockpit disappeared at the same time.

Just when the werewolf felt that the atmosphere around him was a little weird, a huge cloud of fire and smoke suddenly rose from below, causing the spaceship to shake incessantly. At the same time, two loud explosions rang out in his ears. By the light of the fire surging outside the window, the werewolf barely glanced at the scene below, but saw that his eyes were full of fragments of broken corpses, and every ground was burned to black.

"Hahaha, how's it going?! Are you satisfied with this result?! Looking at the werewolf with a stagnant face, Forty-Six's face showed a smug look, and his right hand around the werewolf became more and more vigorous, as if he wanted to completely strangle the werewolf that had become numb.

In the face of No. 46's undisguised killing intent, the werewolf subconsciously broke his claws out, but before he could touch the other party, he was smashed by No. 46 by the neck and smashed to the edge of the console beside him, which smashed him dizzy, and he had no backhand power. Seeing the werewolf's bloody face, No. 46 seemed to be not addicted, and smashed him twice on the console, directly blasting out a visible crack in his face that had been expanded due to his transformation, and even the tiger's teeth were shattered to only half of them.

"I hate you, I hate all of you werewolves, you shouldn't have appeared at all, and if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to face the fate of this kind of person who is not a ghost or a ghost," looking at the werewolf in a trance, Forty-Six's expression became more and more hideous, "But now it's okay, the interstellar pirates have finally done a good thing, that is, to attack here, to break through here, which makes me finally have a reason to kill you." When I get out of here, I swear that I will kill a werewolf when I see it, and never let this tragedy happen again!! ”

'This time... Will I still have a chance to survive? ’

Looking at the hideous face of No. 46, the werewolf felt that no emotion could bring him enough strength to fight back this time, from the invasion of the base to the present, he has experienced two confrontations with humanoid weapons, during which large and small wounds followed, and the whole body and mind have been in a tense state, and finally because of the death of No. 47. At this moment, his heart was only full of despair and frustration, he was really too weak to kill the enemy he wanted to kill, unable to protect the friends he wanted to protect, and unable to maintain the life he wanted to maintain.

It's just that there is still a trace of unwillingness hidden in his heart, and he still wants to try to fight back again, again, and fail so many times, even if it only succeeds once, so that he can raise his hand and use his claws to cut Forty-Six's throat.

"Anger is never quenched."

This sentence popped into the werewolf's mind. Fifty-seven years have passed since Forty-Seven's teachings to know the origin of this phrase, the first ancestor of the werewolf tribe to be discovered and imprisoned by humans, and written on the wall of his cell after learning human language.

"Rage... Rage..."

From the day werewolves are born, anger will always follow. The first sound that every werewolf makes when he is born is not a cry waiting to be fed like a human child, but a heart-rending roar. Humans have never understood why werewolves are filled with anger, and only feel that werewolf anger is a sick emotion. But even human beings, after fifty-seven years of research, have to admit that anger is the source of the real existence of werewolves.

"Rage... Rage..."

The word lingered in the werewolf's mind, swirling, exciting. He felt that the anger in his heart was increasing little by little, he was not willing to die like this, he was going to kill this woman, he wanted to avenge not only Forty-Seven, but also his own kind, all the humans who hurt him had to be frightened, painful, and desperate because of him, he was going to dismantle the limbs of these humans with his own hands, how could he die here?!

I don't know how long it was, maybe it was just a moment, and I don't know if the hand was raised or not. But there was a touch of touch from the fingertips, like a touch of velvet, like a sweep of clear water, like a breeze.

Subsequently, he lost consciousness completely.