Chapter 275 The Immortal Warrior

Clayton stared at Quoke's chest and abdomen. The leather protective gear there was taken off by himself, revealing a pair of hands hanging in front of him like insect limbs.

They were of different lengths, thicknesses, and even the number of fingers on them was different, but they were equally powerful.

It was the longest right hand among them that reached into Clayton's abdomen like a wire connecting a machine and crushed his liver.

The effect of Shadow Secret was activated again for a moment, making Clayton lose his defense.

It turned out that Quoke had eight hands.

He was not actually very fat, but those extra limbs hung around him, stretching his clothes outward.

"This is a gift from my parents!"

Noticing Clayton's astonished eyes, the deformed man with a female voice grinned. The boy who escaped from the circus monster freak show many years ago has grown into a real warrior. He faced his own defects and turned these disgusting physical characteristics into a unique advantage that could kill people.

The remaining short arms also moved, like many small hands of a baby, grabbing the edge of Clayton's abdominal wound and pulling it outward.

Seeing the smile on Quoke's face, Clayton suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Haha. Hahahahaha."

The laughter pulled the muscles, causing the wound to split further. Feeling the extreme pain in the abdomen, the werewolf's laughter became more and more cheerful, even causing Quoke riding on him to laugh together. Their laughter drifted away with the ubiquitous white storm.

The mixed palms tore open the abdomen, and the werewolf's intestines and blood flowed all over the floor, but Clayton had no time to think about them.

He forgot his purpose and felt pure happiness in his heart.

This is fucking called fighting!

Information gap, determination, luck, any one of these factors can help, and the weak prey may also turn into a hunter in the next moment and turn the situation around.

Fortunately, my body is no longer human, and I can play this game many times. Clayton thought with ease.

Coke's laughter stopped abruptly, because the werewolf loosened his right claw and stuffed it into his neck at the same time as he was hit by his left fist.

The sharp and bony black monster claws pierced into the warm flesh, and the broken blood vessels splashed out warm blood. The werewolf even groaned softly for this. It was certainly a pleasure to soak the body in hot soup on a winter night, not to mention after experiencing such a storm.

Coke's deformed arms drooped one after another, but his eyes were still moving.

His cervical vertebrae were pinched by Clayton, and the parts below the neck lost their vitality.

Clayton also stopped laughing, and no longer enjoyed the warmth in his hands. Instead, he picked up his intestines that were scattered on the ground and stuffed them back into his abdomen. The frozen blood was helpless.

After thinking about it, he removed his damaged internal organs and stuffed them into his mouth, then pulled out Coke's bent fingers, and used them as needles and threads to penetrate the flesh on both sides of the abdominal wound, hooking the torn parts together. This was the medical technology he learned in the field hospital.

Finally, he threw himself on Quoke's body to replenish the blood, flesh and energy lost in the battle.

After eating a few bites of dinner, the enthusiasm in his heart finally cooled down. He was also seriously injured and was not suitable to fight Chude Osmar again. Tonight, it was over.

But Quoke's body could not be left here.

Clayton changed back to human form, put on clothes, picked up the axe, and then limped towards Quoke on the ground.

"I don't judge your character, but your fist is really heavy."

He praised the other party, then reached out and grabbed the hair, lifted the body up, and Quoke's black beetle-like eyes looked at him.

Clayton was stunned, and the axe in his right hand suddenly swung and chopped off Quoke's head.

Quoke's eyes were still moving.

"Why are you not dead yet?" Clayton asked him.

The Doomsday Seeker showed a blank expression on his face, and his mouth opened and closed several times, but there was no sound.

Clayton turned his head over and showed him his headless body lying on the ground. Finally, a horrified expression appeared on Quoke's face.

Louis didn't like to get together with his brothers, and neither did they.

Because Louis lived in the seminary when he was young, they didn't develop friendship when they were young, and there were also conflicts of interest.

Their father left a separate house to the respected clergy son, and the other three brothers who were still in the local area and their families had to squeeze into another small house, which was very unfair.

So this time, in order to seek their understanding and help, Louis gave them the house.

Louis had just been released from prison not long ago. Due to the way he entered and left, his brothers thought he was still in a state of madness, but the law did not stipulate that a madman could not transfer his property, so they were happy to accept his commission, even though it was not so moral to break into private houses and the weather was not ideal.

Only the brother who went to Lawrence's house complained that the house was too dusty, but the others didn't seem willing to go out a second time.

The howling of the wolf, whose distance was unknown, really frightened them.

Thanks to the efforts of their brothers, after a while after dark, the secret records that Sevan and Adelaide had taken out of the library were returned to the administrator for him to read.

When Barbara came to him after dark, he was no longer reading the ancient texts, but praying to the holy book he had spread out.

Seeing the female vampire, he carefully closed the holy book, clamped a bunch of golden hair inside and put it in his pocket, and then followed her.

When Louis and Barbara arrived, the people Clayton could trust were all here.

Everyone gathered at Barbara and Pero's house. The priest saw others sitting around the fireplace, and a broken body lay between them, lit white by the fire in the fireplace. The young man who had been shot by him was sitting aside at this moment.

Ian Lazarus's eyes stayed on him, but he didn't rush over to make a fuss, and he was indifferent like a tamed hound.

Louis didn't know what to say to him, so he remained silent.

Among the crowd, the green-haired family doctor held a human head with only half of the face intact in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"Welcome." Clayton, who was shirtless, raised his head and said to Louis. The injuries on his chest and abdomen looked very terrible, but he still insisted on standing up and getting a chair for the new guest, then sat down and looked at Julius: "How is it, have you figured out why he can't speak?"

Julius put the head on his legs and sighed:

"I thought it was obvious. He needs lungs to breathe in and out. If a person doesn't even have lungs, how can he speak?"

"Then how can Clara speak?"

"Then let him become Clara." Julius perfunctorily returned the head to Clayton, but then he was grabbed by the arm by the armor next to him.

A voice spoke against his ear: "Clara is Clara, not someone else, and no one else can become Clara, because Clara is here."

Clara's voice was very soft, but like the hissing of a venomous snake, it couldn't be ignored. Her face was also very serious, just like the first time Clayton heard her say she wanted to kill him, but after that, it was also the first time Clayton saw her with such a cold attitude.

The wizard's neck was covered with goose bumps, and he immediately forced a smile to apologize.

"Yes, I was wrong. I promise that no one will become Clara."

Clara got the promise, and finally had a satisfied smile on her face. When Julius' hand was released, she immediately wiped the sweat off her face in embarrassment.

Clayton also pretended to criticize Julius, then reached out to take Clara off the armor and comforted her. The girl's head squinted her eyes comfortably, allowing the werewolf to use his fingers to tidy up her hair. The clusters of arthropods below trembled rhythmically, scratching the face of Quoke next to her.

Louis, who had just sat down, trembled and stood up again.

"How many of you are still human here?"

"Me, Green Hair and Uncle Pero." Donna said, covering her left hand. "But this matter has nothing to do with our identity. We just want to go home."

Clayton thought that Louis might have something to complain about, but after listening to Donna's words, he said nothing, just sat down again, and his eyes swept across Donna's left hand wrapped in thick bandages.

He felt guilty. Clayton had this thought in his mind, but he soon repented for his mentality of taking advantage of this.

Julius continued to say his opinion: "It may be that some kind of energy forcibly maintains his life. But I can't figure out what it is. Chude Osmar must have been doing these things these days to make his companions immortal. Some energies are very special. Only a few people can feel their existence, and the rest can only feel the results of their influence."

"That's right, I can't feel anything either." Donna spoke for Julius. She tried to touch Quoke's head secretly, but was blocked by Clayton's hand.

"Mr. Louis, what do you think of him?"

Clayton handed Quoke's head to Louis. During the whole process, Quoke's upper and lower jaws were tightly clenched, and his black eyes scanned everyone, as if he wanted to remember their faces firmly.

His head had been separated from his body, and his face had turned pale due to blood loss, but somehow he could still move.

The priest put his head on a chair, then took out a test tube from his pocket, uncorked it and poured it on Quoke's head.

This was high-purity holy water, but it had no effect on this living head.

Quoke stared at him wetly.

Louis put the cross hanging on his chest on the forehead of this head and recited the scriptures loudly, but the situation remained the same.

"I don't think there should be any evil power supporting him." Although Louis came to this conclusion, he also felt strange in his heart. He returned his head, wiped the chair and sat down again.

Immortality, this is not something particularly surprising to everyone present.

There are werewolves, vampires, and demons here. Each of them has some ability close to immortality. As long as the werewolves have enough blood, flesh and energy, they can continue to recover from injuries, and it is not difficult to regenerate broken limbs. If the curse rooted in the heart of the vampire is not dispelled, they can still move even if their heads are cut off. The demon that merged with Clara is a power from another world. Even if the head is broken, it has the ability to find another body.

What really surprised them was Quoke's identity.

He is actually a human!