Bang –

A werewolf was forced out by Smith with a stiff shoulder thump, and the crank tomahawk swung round, slashing at the head of a werewolf behind him who tried to sneak attack.

The werewolf's hard skull had been split in half, and it rolled on the ground in pain.

That is, the werewolf has a tenacious vitality, and if a normal person is put aside, he would have already died.

Smith, who was wearing a white triangular hood, his skin turned iron blue, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and the boiling spiritual atomization turned into layers of steam.

His eyes were red, and there was endless rage in them.

The crank tomahawk in his hand was purchased from Quebec, and it is suspected that it was an extraordinary weapon left behind by the Viking ancestors who settled in Brunei (referring to the New World).

Once you slash an enemy, you can draw their blood and spirit to make up for your own consumption.

It is an artifact for fighting a protracted war.

But Smith was still able to hold on, but looking around, the White Knights were already in a state of collapse, scattered and surrounded by werewolves.

In a hurry, the white knights didn't have time to change their outfits to the silver bullets, and where was the opponent of the wolf pack with an average of 8 per capita sequences.

Being killed by a werewolf is simply a one-sided slaughter.

A black werewolf with a patch of bald hair on its head pounced on a young white knight.

The hood worn by the White Knight was lifted, revealing a freckled, young face distorted by fear.

He was still a child, but who knew that he had been instructed by his father to pull the trigger on a black pregnant woman who was about to give birth?

"Please... Please. ”

"Don't!"

He pleaded bitterly.

But where can a monster like a werewolf have the slightest compassion, it bit his neck without hesitation, tore it hard, and immediately pulled out a piece of Bai Sensen's throat.

The pleas stopped abruptly.

Stimulated by the blood, it couldn't hold back its appetite and began to feast directly.

…

Bang –

The door was slammed open.

A Ku Klux Klan is cornered by werewolves and rushes straight into an empty warehouse.

Immediately, the muzzle of a black hole protruding from behind the door was pointed at the door of the head.

It's a newly built barn with some purchased grain seeds stacked inside.

The sailor who was guarding inside was the first mate on the Hanseatic who had excellent marksmanship and had accidentally wounded a nun under the influence of the Corpse Whisperer.

He sipped his cigar in his mouth, his face full of anger: "Stinky boy, you are the one who attracted those wolf monsters, right?" ”

Although Zhang Huaisheng came back as soon as he came back, he passed on the news that the werewolf was his subordinate, but the situation was urgent, and there would always be people who did not receive it.

The first mate is one of them.

The Ku Klux Klan immediately dropped his weapon, his face full of pleading: "Please, I didn't mean to, stay outside any longer, I'll die." ”

"Die, damn jackal."

Without the slightest hesitation, the first mate pulled the trigger.

The 3Klux Klan's pupils suddenly dilated and he fell to the ground.

In his opinion, the villains who run to his house to commit murder are not qualified to be pitied at all.

It is in response to what Mr. Zhang said: If a friend comes, there is good wine, and if the jackal comes, there is a shotgun!

At this moment, a heavy wheezing sound was heard.

Shadows quickly obscured the barn door.

A huge werewolf two meters tall slowly appeared, its hideous and huge wolf head condescendingly overlooking the first mate.

"The god of the hunt is above!"

Looking at such a behemoth up close, the sense of oppression it brings to people is unparalleled.

The cigar in the first mate's mouth was frightened and fell to his feet, burning him.

Although he had a gun in his hand, he couldn't even think of attacking for a while, and just stood in place, like a wooden man.

The werewolf slowly looked away and put it back on the Ku Klux Klan who had fallen to the ground, then lowered his head and began to tear at the flesh and blood.

The first mate tiptoed back, and when he saw that the werewolf was indifferent, he ran wildly.

…

The hungry werewolves, although they carried out Zhang Huaisheng's order that they could only kill people in white clothes, but after they killed the enemy, they actually chose to eat directly on the spot.

Teresa covered Alina's eyes, and the bloody scene in front of her was beyond the reach of most humans.

But Zhang Huaisheng didn't feel disgusting at all, since he stepped into the transcendent world, he had seen a lot of disgusting things, and gradually developed immunity.

He opened the window and commanded in a loud voice:

"All the food will be distributed after the battle, and whoever dares to steal it again, I can't spare it."

The discipline of these werewolves is so poor that it is not even comparable to the real wolves.

At the very least, the wolves will be uniformly distributed after killing their prey.

But Zhang Huaisheng also knew that now was not the time to domesticate the wolves, and he stood at the window, condescendingly looking down on the leader of the Ku Klux Klan.

…

Smith is still insisting, although he is only a sequence 8, but to be able to sit as the leader of the Triple Klux Klan in Texas, in addition to being a butcher who is good at fighting, he will naturally have many hole cards.

I saw him slash over a werewolf who pounced on him with an axe.

didn't step forward to mend the knife, but took a big breath, then took off the military kettle on his waist and put it to his mouth to drink.

As if seeing an opportunity, one of the besieging werewolves launched a surprise attack from behind, but was smashed out by an elbow like an unpredictable prophet.

Smith gulped down water, and the water stains ran down the corners of his mouth, and it was like a blood-like liquid, which fell to the ground, and with a poop, bursts of white smoke rose with a poop.

It's not water at all, it's some kind of potion that is well blended and can bring out the potential of people.

On the surface of his body, boiling steam swirled, and his breath became more and more violent and terrifying, and even the werewolves besieging him were so shocked that they subconsciously took a few steps back.

This is definitely a strongman who can fight beyond the level.

There was a commotion among the wolves, and the old wolf king lined up the wolves and slowly walked out.

It stretched out its hands, its sharp claws like knives out, and its expression was full of rage—it was this damn human who had killed one of its own people.

At this moment, Zhang Huaisheng fell from the sky and landed in front of it.

He pushed the old wolf king away and said, "He'll leave it to me to deal with." ”

This is a great time to stand up to the wolves and the Gaeles, and showing your strength to your subordinates is the key to subduing them.

"Demonic path?"

Under the white triangular hood, Smith's voice was full of banter and contempt: "I didn't expect that you, a yellow man, would raise so many werewolves. ”

Zhang Huaisheng did not go to popularize the so-called yellow people in his mouth, which has a glorious history of 5,000 years.

When the Germanic peoples, including the Ansars, were still called barbarians, Donghua was already the world's top overlord.

That doesn't make any sense.

Instead, they will be proud that they have conquered another country with an ancient civilization - Egypt and Tianzhu in front of them.

Zhang Huaisheng's body began to alienate, his jaw was elongated, turning into a wolf's kiss, and silver-gray hairs appeared and covered his whole body.

He clenched his fists, and he could feel the majestic power in his body.

He looked at the 3 Klux Klan butcher and smiled a little hideously.

I hope this guy can get some beatings, so that it will be more convenient for him to stand on his own.

The next moment, his body rushed out like lightning.

Smith hurriedly swung his axe to block, but the moment the axe was swung, Zhang Huaisheng actually disappeared.

The axe swung into the air, causing him to stumble.

But at this moment, Zhang Huaisheng's body reappeared - after being promoted to Sequence 8, his evil spirit ability was not only not unfamiliar, but he used it more skillfully.

Snort -

The claws tore through his chest, leaving deep blood marks on it, the flesh rolled up, and the blood splattered, and if it went deeper, he was afraid that he would be disemboweled.

A butcher is no better than a rock.

The transcendents of this path, in terms of melee ability, are more balanced, more fleshier than hunters, and have higher damage than rocks.

But equilibrium, which means mediocrity, is neither as agile as a hunter and deadly in one hit; Nor is it as powerful as a rock, and it is indestructible.

In front of the enemy who crushed him in all directions, there was no chance to fight back.

Keng——

Claws slash across the axe, bringing up a layer of blazing sparks.

This crank tomahawk is indeed a sharp weapon, but no matter how powerful the weapon is, it must be hit until it can be done.

A second ago, Zhang Huaisheng was still facing the enemy.

The next moment, he had circled behind Smith, clenched his fists with both hands, and smashed them down like a hammer.

Bang –

Smith's legs sank deep into the ground, and he let out a furious roar, and his otherwise orderly spirit began to go into disarray.

After only a few short encounters, he already realized that there was a huge gap between himself and Zhang Huaisheng, and began to let himself be alienated.

He was already planning to fight hard.