People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 76 Night and Wolf
The night is getting darker.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky.

Hans rode alone, patrolling the closed block.

There was no one on the street, and in the houses on both sides, the burning lights and the deliberately low voice of conversation quickly disappeared as the horseshoes passed by.

The massacre that the Crusaders had inflicted on the Saracens, even though it had been hundreds of years, was still firmly remembered by the pagans in this city.

In Lothar's wing cavalry company, only Hans is qualified to patrol alone.

The rest of the people should at least have two people to accompany them.

"Control—"

Hans stopped in front of a temple.

This is a temple called the Holy Fire Scripture Hall. According to legend, Zoroastrian theological classics translated in various languages ​​​​are stored here, as well as manuscripts left by the prophets.

Many Zoroastrian monks have come here from thousands of miles away to read and pay homage to the scriptures left by the sages.

Hans sat on the horseback, he sniffed.

Not far ahead, he smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar smell.

Savage, brutal.

Wild, brutal.

He searched his mind, and suddenly realized: "This is... a smell similar to Abelardo? It's a werewolf in this world!"

Hans tied the horse to the side of the road and walked slowly forward.

After a while.

He saw a gloomy man kneeling on the ground under an olive tree in front of the temple, constantly crossing himself and praying.

Hans stood still not far behind him, and said loudly: "Werewolf, since you want to confess to the heavenly father, why do you worship the scripture hall of the heathen?"

The man's body shook, and he said in a low voice, "I prayed to Heavenly Father, but I didn't get a response."

Hans didn't speak, just waited quietly.

for a long time.

The man said again: "You are only one person, why dare you call me my identity?"

"Although it's just one person, it's enough to solve you."

Hans looked calm. He is now a five-star retinue, and his strength has increased many times compared to before. He is just a werewolf, and he thinks he can easily solve it.

"You did that corpse in the drain, right? I heard your prayers, but unfortunately, this will not erase the sins you committed."

"I didn't mean to."

"I can't control my appetite."

"Please, leave quickly."

There was an expression on the man's face that seemed to be crying, and he raised his hands: "You can't imagine what kind of terrifying power a werewolf possesses. I have fallen into the arms of the devil."

"Even in the holy city closest to the kingdom of heaven, I still haven't felt salvation—the power of the heavenly father can't compete with the devil at all."

Hans murmured, "Profanity."

Then I was a little dazed again.

He is also a werewolf now, not the knight servant who is obsessed with using swords and spears to arm and preach. If it is blasphemy, his existence itself is a kind of blasphemy against the heavenly father.

"I can't help it."

"Get out of here."

His face was painful, and a black hair pierced his cheek like a steel needle.

And this is just the beginning.

This is followed by a scene that can make a cryptic patient pass out.

The dense black hair, as if full of life, pierced the flesh of the man's body, grew wildly, and covered his whole body in the blink of an eye.

His snout became long and narrow, sharp, and two rows of sharp fangs protruded from under the lips.

With the creaking sound of his joints swelling, his legs and arms were lengthening.

In the blink of an eye, the man had turned into a burly black werewolf with a height of three meters.

Hans thought about it.

It turned out that this was the process of witnessing the transformation of the werewolf in the third person, which seemed to be similar to him at that time.

"Ha ha."

A low laughter sounded.

"You asked for it yourself. I gave you a chance."

Amidst the dense laughter, the werewolf grinned with his fangs.

Hans said with emotion: "You are much bigger than me after transformation. Let me weigh it. What is the difference between you and Abelardo? Is it the breed or the number of cannibals?"

It was difficult for the werewolf to understand Hans' calmness and calmness, let alone what he said about transformation and Abelardo.

Hearing a suppressed growl, the werewolf kicked on the ground suddenly, its tense muscles were like springs, and shot its huge body towards Hans.

Keng——

The werewolf's sharp claws touched the blade in Hans' hand.

Hans was knocked back again and again by the violent impact.

But the sharp claws of the werewolf pinched the armed sword in Hans' hand. He struggled hard, but was surprised to find that he was completely suppressed by the werewolf in terms of strength.

It was different when fighting Abelardo and Lothar.

Abelardo had to fight as a werewolf, hidden in a small armor, unable to use the werewolf's largest weapon, claws and fangs.

You can't make moves like pouncing.

This greatly limited the werewolf's combat power.

This is also one of the key reasons why Lothar was able to win in the first place.

This time, the werewolf that Hans faced was not only more fierce than Abelardo, but he could also exert his full strength without reservation, which made Hans fall into a disadvantage for a while.

"It seems that I am still not as good as an adult."

Hans let go of his hand and stopped wrestling with the werewolf.

The werewolf didn't pay attention, used too much force, and retreated several steps backwards one after another.

It picked up the knight sword that had been twisted by a huge force, threw it aside in disdain, and said with a grin: "Without a weapon, let me see how you fight with me."

In fact, the werewolf was also full of surprises.

Hans was the strongest human being he had ever seen.

In the past, let alone wrestling with it, after it turned into a werewolf, even with a little force, it could knock those knights wearing heavy barrel helmets, together with their heads, flying away.

"Mr. Werewolf, please allow me to take off my armor so as not to bite your teeth."

Hans took off his burqa, sat on the ground, and took off his chain mail shirt with a relaxed posture.

"Are you crazy?"

The werewolf looked at Hans vigilantly, a little puzzled, why did this man take off the armor that he depended on for a living, with the frail human body, isn't it as fragile as a piece of straw in front of him?

"Of course I'm not crazy."

Hans took off the chain mail, and then took off the linen shirt that was lined with it: "It's just that I found that it's impossible for me to kill a werewolf with a human body like my lord."

"What are you kidding?"

The werewolf felt like Hans was telling a fairy tale joke. No one knew the horror of werewolves better than him. How could a mortal kill a werewolf?
"Procrastination?"

The werewolf was vigilantly aware that Hans had delayed him for too long.

It leaned down and kicked its legs on the ground.

The muscles as hard as marble made it pounce on the unarmed Hans like a fired shell.

"So, let's have a wolf-on-wolf duel."

Hans murmured in a low voice. He was shirtless, showing his strong muscles.

Immediately, he lowered his body and jumped up suddenly in a posture that was no different from the black werewolf opposite him.

While the body was still in mid-air, white hairs grew out one by one.

In the blink of an eye, Hans had completed the transformation from human to werewolf.

There was only a muffled bang.

The two fell to the ground together.

The black werewolf let out a hoarse growl: "You too! You are too! No wonder you are so powerful. You are also a god-forsaken person. Why did you attack me?"

Hans said softly: "I am not a person abandoned by God."

I am God.

And he responded positively to me.

Immediately, he swung his claws and smashed.

The sharp claws left a deep bone scar on the black werewolf's chest.

The black werewolf was furious and kicked Hans away.

It panted and climbed up from the ground: "Damn beast, a wolf that is only two meters long, I will let you know what it means to respect seniors!"

Hans stood up unscathed. Unlike werewolves in this world, his transformation has a time limit, but he will not lose his mind, and he does not follow the principle that the stronger you are, the bigger you will be.

next moment.

The two werewolves wrestled together again.

They abandoned all the power of civilization, turned to the most savage minions, and tried their best to kill each other.

The black werewolf was shocked to find that Hans, a werewolf, was much smaller than him in size, but his strength was even more terrifying.

At first, it could gain the upper hand by virtue of its superior combat skills.

But as time passed, the white werewolf seemed to be getting more and more familiar with the werewolf body, and figured out how to fight with minions.

It's obviously just a poor imitator, but it's getting stronger and harder.

The black werewolf just watched him helplessly, being crushed step by step by Hans.

Until, Hans's sharp two rows of sharp teeth were printed on its neck.

click -

In the werewolf's eyes, the lizard-like brownish-yellow vertical pupils gradually lost their luster.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said softly.

"Lilith, my world is dark."

Hans raised his bloody wolf's head high, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the bright moon.

immediately,

There was a melodious wolf howl!

(End of this chapter)