"Werewolf." Michael, who collapsed to the ground, exclaimed. Edward on the other side wasn't surprised, or didn't care if it was a werewolf or something else in front of him.

Looking at the werewolf coming from the furious onslaught, Edward gently twisted the orange-yellow bullet in his hand. Softened, twisted, elongated, a silver thread was pulled out. With the subtle sound of breaking the air, the silver silk thread in the rain curtain became longer and longer, and in Michael's shocked eyes, it cut through the rain curtain and slashed towards the werewolf!

Puff puff......

The sound of sharp weapons slicing into flesh was small and rapid, inaudible in the vast rain. But Michael, who was an eyewitness, saw the seven furious monsters move directly, and their tall bodies were cut off in two at the rain curtain! Both legs were cut off.

The strong smell of blood began to diffuse, and it was difficult to hide even the heavy rain.

"Werewolf, it should be a good experimental material." Looking at the werewolf who was still struggling on the ground and looked tenacious, Edward was not surprised.

Whether it is a werewolf or a vampire itself, it is a kind of tenacious creature, even if an ordinary human is cut off his legs, he will not die immediately, let alone a more tenacious werewolf.

In the rain curtain, on the earthy yellow earth, a grain of silver-white sand and gravel continued to emerge, and in a blink of an eye, a layer of sand and gravel was paved on the ground, and the sand and gravel continued to pour out from the ground, and continued to pile up together, each grain of sand seemed to be able to find its own place, and directly and continuously spliced together with each other, and in a blink of an eye, there were seven silver-white crosses standing on the ground.

Seven werewolves who have lost their legs are trapped on the cross!

Roar! Roar! Roar......

Angry and desperate roars, werewolves are not unintelligent beasts, and the instinct for survival makes them struggle violently. As she struggled, the silvery-white silk threads began to cut into the muscles and became tighter and tighter.

"That's not going to work." Looking at the beast's pupils, which had gone berserk and completely dehumanized, Edward shook his head.

The smooth surface of the silver-white cross began to ripple. A layer of silvery-white fluid spread towards the werewolf's body, and the silvery-white metallic fluid began to cover the werewolf's skin like a glance of melted wax oil.

In the blink of an eye, the seven werewolves turned into several silver-white statues.

Clang! Clang! Clang......

Walking up to the statue, Edward tapped it lightly, and the sound of metal clashing sounded in the muffled sound of rain. Silvery-white metal covers every inch of the wolf's surface. Even the hair is stained silver. Nodding in satisfaction, the seven silver-white statues slowly sank to the ground along with the cross.

"You've seen werewolves before?" After doing this, Edward turned his head to look at Michael, who was drenched all over, and asked. Edward naturally heard the exclamation just now.

"No, I haven't. But I've heard rumors before. Michael struggled to his feet. After a period of rest, Michael recovered a lot of strength.

Edward nodded, not surprised. It's been a while since I came to this world, and it will naturally have an impact on the direction of the original world. Not to mention that it is not one person who has come into this world, but many, many people.

It's like the dark race that was originally hidden in the depths of human civilization has begun to leak out in front of human eyes.

"You're a hunter." Michael looked at the blonde young man in front of him and couldn't help but ask.

In the pouring rain, the clothes of the people in front of him were spotless, and the blonde hair was even a little fluffy. Thinking of the other party's easy killing of seven werewolves just now. All this made him really curious.

Edward glanced at Michael.

"Don't get me wrong, sir, I don't mean anything else. I just wanted to know if I could be a hunter. "It's like I'm afraid that Ed will misunderstand. Michael quickly explained.

"You want to be a hunter?" Edward was surprised.

Over time, Edward's original world-to-world script has long since deviated. The battle of the world is no longer between werewolves and vampires, but between humans and werewolves and vampires.

I don't know when, superpowers began to be born among ordinary humans, and began to hunt werewolves and vampires in large numbers, these people's abilities are very strong, under the killing of these people. The number of werewolves and vampires decreased rapidly, and in order to survive, werewolves and vampires began to merge, collectively known as the Night Clan.

Between the superpowers and the Night Clan, there are battles all the time, and the killing is no longer hidden. And when Kamifistdo began to spread, humans, who had originally ignored it, also joined the fight.

Hunters are a unique group of people who specialize in hunting vampires and werewolves.

And who is the person in front of you?

Michael? Kovinas, the direct bloodline of Alexander Kovennas, the ancestor of the Night Clan, is a man who wants to become a hunter. Edward didn't expect that.

"Why, can't you?" Seeing that Edward didn't speak, Michael was a little disappointed. At the same time, there is also some despair and unwillingness in my heart.

"Why do you want to be a hunter?" Edward said with some curiosity.

Edward was interested in Corvinus's direct desire to become hunters.

"This is the fourth time!" Michael was a little emotional, "I don't know exactly what's going on, but today's chase has happened three times not long ago." ”

"You're saying that before that, the werewolves were already looking for you." Edward looked at the excited Michael, thoughtful.

"I don't know what it was, but I've ****** had enough of these days! Ahem, ahem, ahem...... "Michael was about to say something, but the movement was too loud to tug at his wound and he began to cough violently.

"Relax, I think we'd better go back to the house now. Your wound still needs to be treated. Looking at Michael, whose wound was beginning to drip blood, Edward spoke, and walked towards the house.

Behind him, Michael followed with a slight hesitation, but his movements were a little faltering.

……

In the dark night, the rain poured down, and the moist water vapor spread throughout the world. In the quiet of the hut, the flames crackled and burned. The heat wave has raised the temperature in the house a lot, and it has also dispersed the humidity in the house.

In the room, Edward and Michael sat opposite each other, Michael's soaked clothes had been taken off at this time, and the upper body of **** was wrapped with a white bandage, and a hint of red could be seen. A pale cheek glowed with weakness.

"A cup of hot chocolate." As he spoke, Edward pushed a cup of chocolate on the table in front of Michael.

"Thank you." Michael didn't shirk either. A cup of hot chocolate not only dispelled the chill in his body, but also shocked his spirit. His pale face also flushed with ruddy. (To be continued.) )