Chapter 245 Identity Awareness

The gunmen of the Savior Army quickly gave up using vision to identify each other. One of them walked to the front with a lantern, and the two behind him put the lanterns on their waists, pointed their rifles at Clayton with both hands, and began to load bullets at the same time.

"November."

The man holding the lantern said a code, and his voice was so low that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the bolt sliding.

Of course, Clayton could not answer the newly made code within the Savior Army. He asked directly, and his voice cut through the night sky: "Did Chude Osmar send you to guard here?"

The gunman holding the lantern quickly retreated, and then fired at him as he expected.

The dull gunshots echoed in the air mixed with strange and harsh sounds.

The long-handled double-edged axe was upright, and the ceremonial gun tip in the middle of the double blades pointed straight to the sky. At the moment when the two gunmen fired, Clayton stood it up in front of him, and the two bullets shot at his head were all blocked by the metal block, and sparks flew.

After the gunfire stopped, Clayton swung his weapon leisurely, and the tip of the Mosquito Slayer pointed diagonally at the ground again.

Then came the sprint.

The fast sprint that was impossible for a human body to do was completely unpredictable from the action.

Clayton did not insist on the transformation of his whole body. His legs had just been transformed into the anti-joint structure of a werewolf. The characteristics of beasts were more suitable for sprinting, and no obvious movements were required to complete the rapid accumulation of momentum.

In a breath, his figure had shuttled through a space of 20 yards and came in front of the three gunmen.

The axe blade of the Mosquito Slayer floated slightly, drawing a sharp semicircle like a fluttering skirt.

One of the gunmen did not have time to retreat to a safe distance, and his legs were cut off at the knees. He fell forward before he could feel the pain. The werewolf dodged his front in one step, and the half-beast head bit his neck sideways, making him completely lose his vitality.

The teeth pierced the blood vessels, and the warm blood sprayed all over the werewolf's face while invading the mouth.

But as Clayton released his beast transformation, the blood covering his face disappeared as the black wolf hair retreated back into the skin.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

The man who originally asked for the secret code quickly reloaded his spear while retreating, but his companion did not think he had a chance of winning and chose to run away with his back to him without saying a word.

Clayton looked at the back and snorted coldly, and violently shot the mosquito slayer like a javelin. The sharp tip of the axe spear penetrated from the back, but because of the blunt axe blades on both sides, it failed to pierce the fleeing man, but only stabbed into his back and knocked him down heavily, his figure sank into the knee-high weeds, and the flame in the lantern on his waist was extinguished due to the violent impact.

The last Savior Army guard only finished reloading his rifle at this time, but when he trembled and wanted to point the muzzle at Clayton, he found that the man in front of him had disappeared.

Or disappeared into the bushes!

The wild grass was shaking, and the beast dormant in it was invisible, zigzagging like a snake, and the grass under it crouched down as it passed.

The rebel soldier tried to aim the muzzle of his gun at the place where the sound came from, but it was too fast, and he aimed several times but it was too late. When he aimed the muzzle, he could only see the "beast trail" in the grass that had not yet closed, and this beast trail was about to spread in front of him.

He couldn't wait any longer, he had to shoot, anywhere!

He pulled the trigger in front of him based on his intuition.

The sound of the gun also meant that he no longer had the ability to hurt the opponent. He bet all his hopes on hitting the opponent with this shot.

He failed.

The black shadow in the grass rose up, threw him to the ground, and swung his right hand at his neck, cutting off his trachea and cervical vertebrae neatly.

Then the beast claws gradually retracted, leaving only black sharp nails.

"The binding ceremony looks successful."

Julius walked slowly. He knew that Clayton Belleau was at most a great knight in the eyes of his father Grogne, but no one expected that he could master this strange power so quickly. Even without being completely transformed, he could easily deal with three armed soldiers.

Those naturally bred dark descendants often take several years to master the fighting style of their own race, but Clayton only took half a year.

This is certainly due to the werewolf's aggressive talent, but his own fighting experience is also indispensable.

Clayton ignored this sigh. He stood up from the corpse and looked at Julius, his eyes glowing with a faint yellow light.

"There may be another one who is not dead. I'll go check it out."

"Maybe we should leave one alive." Julius said.

"It's too late. The other Saviors must have heard the gunshots and are on their way. We can't leave quickly with a wounded person."

The wizard shrugged and had no more opinions.

Clayton walked towards his axe.

The man who was knocked down did not survive. The mosquito slayer almost sucked his blood dry. Clayton pulled out the axe from the back of the mummy and used his heart to drive the strange object. Some thorns grew out of the axe handle, wrapped around his hand, and injected the sucked blood into his blood vessels. Then the weight slowly returned to its original state.

"Okay, let's go." He said with satisfaction.

"No. I still feel it's wrong." Donna lay on the table worriedly, and her topaz-like eyes looked at Barbara innocently.

Barbara turned her head away uneasily, trying not to look at her.

At the same time, the female vampire held a ceramic cup tightly in her hand, which contained hot milk.

The two blood-giving rituals on Ian made her feel weak and thirsty. At this moment, she was extremely eager for blood. Milk could only slightly relieve this feeling, specifically, it could only relieve it for a few minutes. This was obtained by Pero with great difficulty.

Now he went out to buy sheep again.

Barbara prayed that there would be enough sheep blood. She now had an irresistible impulse when she saw her husband, not to mention a more delicious girl.

But the house was full of people now.

Why did Mr. Bello bring so many people to live in her house?

"Maybe I should find Seranie? I don't know her, and she looks very young," she thought wildly.

But Seranie had been locking herself in the room since she found out that old Pero didn't like her, so as to prevent the two from meeting. When Barbara passed by her temporary room intentionally or unintentionally, the closed door kept reminding the vampire and even prevented her from thinking so.

If there was no damn door, she would have dealt with Seranie as easily as dealing with a chicken hanging by the fireplace.

But there was a door, the door that was closed by the prostitute, which kept reminding her that Seranie was not food, but a self-aware guest.

Barbara couldn't help but fall into pain.

There was another person in the attic who had absolutely no ability to resist.

But Barbara had dealt with Marietta in the early days of becoming a vampire, and the latter taught her how to use a gun, so she really didn't want to do it.

She began to envy Ian, the kid sucked a person dry in the early days of transformation, he must have been very happy.

At least five. No, three people are enough!

Two people are also good!

"Aunt Barbara? Are you feeling unwell?"

Donna's tentative question made the female vampire sit up straight as if she was electrocuted.

"No, I'm just... a little tired." She didn't know how she told this stupid lie, and it was exposed all at once.

"She's hungry." Clara said wisely.

The little devil was lying in the utility room, wearing armor and watching the movements in the living room.

Clayton asked her to protect Donna and Marietta, and Donna asked her to sign a strange paper. If she did it, she would have delicious food later. Everything was self-evident, just like the law of nature.

Donna nodded in understanding. Because demons have the ability to feel other people's emotions.

And it's not surprising that Barbara would be like this, a vampire.

According to the monster atlas of Brakola, drinking a cup of hot blood might make her return to normal.

The girl put aside the questions she was thinking about for a while, stretched out her arms to Barbara, pulled up her sleeves, and the blue-purple blood vessels under her fair skin were clearly visible under her extraordinary vision.

"I can give you some." She suggested.

Bang!

Barbara trembled, she suddenly stood up and knocked over the chair, and her eyes no longer looked at Donna.

"Sorry, I need to go back to my room to rest!" For the first time, she didn't stutter when she was nervous, and her tone was very cold.

After that, she went upstairs without looking back.

Donna looked at her figure disappearing at the stairs in a daze, then stood up with some sadness and picked up the chair that Barbara knocked over.

"Did I do something to make her angry? I thought we were friends, but what does she think?"

"Friends, delicious." Clara answered her.

When Clayton and Julius returned to the house, they were surprised to see Donna lying on the table sadly.

"Miss Etta is dead?" Clayton asked.

The girl raised her face and shook her head blankly, and in the open utility room, Clara also tried to shake her head, but almost broke the armor.

The werewolf was relieved immediately.

Things that could make his 15-year-old niece sad would probably not make him sad. He was either used to those ordinary little pains or didn't care at all.

However, this reaction was seen by Donna, which aggravated her original suspicion.

When Clayton hung his hat on the coat rack, he turned around and found that Donna was still looking at him. Her eyes were completely different from before. There was worry, fear and regret. Julius moved aside, but the girl still stared at him.

After confirming that she was not looking at him, the green-haired man turned to Clayton and shrugged: "It seems that she has something to say to you. I will study this cross first."

He took the strange cross covered with mud from Clayton's coat pocket.

The wizard went upstairs. There were only three creatures in the hall who could speak, Clayton, Donna, and Clara.

"What do you want to say?" Clayton asked kindly.

For the first time, Donna didn't dare to look him in the eye.

He also noticed that Donna's state was not right, but he believed that he could solve her troubles with his years of honed ability to deal with things.

Donna pondered for a long time, and rarely showed the sad expression of aristocratic girls that Clayton often saw in the upper class, as if she was about to say something that was against etiquette, and the content would shock the narrator to faint.

Clayton turned to look at her with an encouraging look.

Donna finally spoke, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Clayton, do you think of me when you are hungry?"

"What?"

Clayton didn't understand what she meant.

Donna tapped her forehead and raised her voice in self-abandonment and asked again.

"Do you have an appetite for me when you are hungry?"

Clayton's eyebrows twisted up. He didn't know what had happened to make his niece so entangled, but this question was easy to answer.

"Not at all. The first time I saw you, I knew you were my closest relative."

Donna's expression just began to ease, but she froze again when she heard the second half of the sentence.

"What about ordinary people?"

Clayton tilted his head to look at her, a little confused: "Donna, you know that the power of werewolves comes from curses, right? A great power that shapes mortals into powerful extraordinary people in a short period of time, and chose me. If there is no cost at all, I don't think I will be so lucky."

"I know, but..."

Donna suddenly groaned in pain and stopped talking. She covered her face with both hands and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

Clayton saw that she didn't seem to want to continue talking, so he went upstairs.

Julius was preparing things in the room. He soaked the cross in a basin of water, trying to soften the mud entangled on it. He was still a little surprised to see Clayton come in.

"You guys are talking so fast?"

Clayton casually put down the axe: "She was worried that I would want to eat her when I was hungry because of the werewolf's habits. Maybe it was because I had never gone berserk in front of her before, and she seemed to realize the seriousness of this matter now. But I said no, and the matter was over."

"Do you really think so? She is a girl, and her psychology is different from that of boys."

"Are you starting to care about her?" Clayton looked at Julius strangely, as if he was looking at someone he had never seen before: "You don't want to join our family, do you? So, she doesn't seem to be so repulsive to you recently, but your identity."

Julius' mouth twitched: "She is still a child, and I already have a lover."

Clayton was obviously relieved.