C15 Because of Silver(part I)

A small village on the Francis Coast.

A youth from Werewolf Race crawled out from the smoke and rubble.

He was still a child. He was covered in pure silver hair and had big blue eyes. He had sharp, agile wolf ears. Even in Werewolf Race, he was a noble purebred beastman.

Right now, his face was covered in filth and he was in a sorry state. The smoke made him cough and cry. The fire burned his hair, making it look dirty and messy. Even his eyes were cloudy from the smoke, and there were tears in them.

"Grandpa?" Grandmother? The Werewolf Boy called out in a low voice from the thick smoke. "Are you alright?" "

"Betty." the old man said weakly. A charred hand emerged from the rubble.

"Grandpa?" Grandpa! "The Werewolf Boy rushed over and began to frantically dig with his claws." Hold on a little longer, I'll save you right now! "

With a "Zi" sound, the youth was scalded and reflexively withdrew his hand. A huge piece of debris in the rubble was burnt red. No matter how one looked at it, this was not a mass that could be moved.

"Biddy — my business is over, you — cough — run away alone." The old man coughed deeply.

"Don't talk, Grandpa. I'll take you right away —" The boy tried to remove the rubble, despite the heat. However, with his weak and frail body, he was simply unable to move such a huge piece of debris.

It's all right, really," the old man said quietly. And Gran was with me. * Cough cough * We won't be separated any more. Bedivere, in the future, if you go alone … * Cough cough * — To live a strong life, not to cry — —

An explosion drowned out the old man's last words. More rubble fell from the ceiling, completely crushing the old man.

Blood splashed onto Werewolf Boy's body, dyeing his silver fur red. He had planned to use his last bit of strength to drag the old man out of the rubble and try to save him. However, what was left in his hands was indeed half a piece of charcoal — the old man's broken arm and limbs.

Werewolf Boy's pupils rapidly contracted, causing the severed arm to land on the ground in panic.

"Grandfather …" The Werewolf Boy trembled as he slowly climbed to his feet. All of his fur had been burnt into potholes by the fire sparks while over a thousand large and small wounds appeared on his body, all of which were bleeding profusely.

"Obviously..." He clearly just wanted to live a peaceful life. Even this little wish couldn't be fulfilled? The long-held anger in the boy's heart finally exploded. "Damn — damn it, damn it, damn it!" That damned Ferocious Tooth Race! "

Werewolf Boy, who had gone mad from anger, had completely lost all reason. Large amounts of photons were absorbed into the werewolf's body from the surrounding environment. The youth's body instantly swelled up and turned into a berserk beast. This was the innate skill of the Beastmen, [Berserker Turning Arts]. It could absorb photons to strengthen the body.

The beast was no longer afraid of the raging flames. It howled madly and charged forward, knocking away the burning debris around it.

In the town's plaza, the Tiger Man s of Ferocious Tooth Race were organizing the spoils of war they had looted: they piled up the treasures they had stolen into a pile, preparing to transport them away; they also piled up the human corpses they had killed, preparing to burn them down and destroy all.

There were dozens of Shield Knight's corpses in the body, obviously all of their Patrol had been destroyed. At that time, the Francis was in turmoil because of the royal family's internal conflict, and the strength of the knights were uneven. This kind of Patrol was naturally associated with appearances. When they met a Beastman army, they would only be tortured to death.

This group of vicious Big Cat had done all sorts of bad things. On the surface, they were trying to rob them, but in reality, they were only trying to conceal a certain goal.

They rob, burn, and kill, one by one, along the coastline, from village to village, and then ship the looted cargo to the ships, doing something like pirates.

"Haven't you found the boy yet?" "We've already found a dozen villages. What a waste of time." If this continued, it would attract the attention of the main body of the Knights, and the operation would become much more troublesome. "

"It's all right, boss." The other Tiger Man replied, "It's all thanks to [Crazy] Clotil. The political situation in the Francis is in turmoil right now. The knights were busy with civil war, how could they manage such a remote village? "

"Wow!" From not far away came the screams of the soldiers, and a great beast burst out of the sea of fire, clutching the head of one of the Huns in its right claw.

The silver fur of the beast shone a blinding crimson in the firelight. It howled and tossed the corpse of the soldier in the direction of the bandit leader.

The leader dodged the wave of attacks but the soldiers around him were not spared. The entire group of people flew out and either hit the hard object or fell into the sea of fire to be burnt to ashes.

"Berserk?" What an exaggerated strength. The bandit leader sneered.

The monster howled like a madman. It did not show any signs of stopping. He grabbed whatever he could grab in his field of vision and threw it like a child throwing a toy. For a moment, the wreckage of the buildings, the burning trees, the corpses of the beastmen, and even the various cargo containers in the port all flew up into the sky as if they had grown wings, before turning into a deadly meteor shower that crashed down.

"What a messy attack," the bandit leader sneered as he dodged. "The silver wolves have no training to use Berserk." It must be right. — Ahahahahaha, I've finally found you, Bevilov the Silver Wolf! "

The wild beasts that were roaring wildly in the sea of fire, the bandit leader who was laughing maniacally, and the rubble that was constantly falling from the sky made this scene seem very peculiar.

However, this situation would not last for long. The beast continued to roar, but his growls grew more rapid and his movements slower.

"Tired?" It takes a lot of physical energy to maintain the Berserk mode, how long can you last? The leader smiled sinisterly, not forgetting to dodge the attack.

Ooo@@

"Useless, useless!" The leader of the robbers easily dodged it. He clearly didn't care about his subordinates, and certainly didn't care about the goods in the vicinity. His real goal had already appeared. This goal was far more important than anything else.

Another boulder flew towards the Tiger Man. Once again he dodged.

"Roar!" The monster followed closely behind the boulder, appearing from the dead angle of the opponent's vision. Its sharp claws tore through the heavens as it clawed at the opponent!

Just as the monster's claws were about to tear the bandit leader apart …

"Heh!" The other claw blocked the beast's deadly blow.

The Tiger Man leader laughed coldly, "Don't think that you're the only one who knows how to use the Berserker Turning Arts! "

The that the Tiger Man leader had learned after training for a long time, compared to the Berserker Turning Arts that the Werewolf Boy only relied on his talent to learn, the control skills were obviously much better. His left hand became strangely huge, and it was this massive left hand that blocked the attack. His left hand was holding onto the opponent tightly.

"The High Use of Berserk: Local Berserk." Didn't your parents teach you, boy? He laughed and belittled his opponent. "Oh, I'm sorry I almost forgot." Your Eskimo have already been destroyed by us. You little bastard, hurry up and follow your people! "

AHH!" "I don't know if they understood the insult, but the beast roared angrily, full of resentment.

Werewolf Boy lacked control over the Berserker Turning Arts, his own consciousness had long since disappeared, his mind was completely controlled by the beast's consciousness, he only knew how to attack crazily.

Even though one of his hands had been grabbed, the other was clawing wildly at his opponent, wishing with every blow that he could tear his enemy apart.

However, every attack of the wild beast missed — it was cleverly avoided by the bandit leader. Even this sort of close combat was unable to hit the opponent. It was clear that there was an irreparable gap in their combat experience.

"No more pointless struggles." The Tiger Man leader raised his right hand, and light gathered in his right hand, transforming it rapidly.

The wild beast stopped its attack. Even though it only had the consciousness of a wild beast, it knew that it was not in a good position to be hit by this attack. It tried to dodge, but the other still held onto one of its hands.

The huge fist was approaching menacingly and he could no longer dodge it!

— — Pound!

The right arm of the Tiger Man smashed down like a giant hammer. The ground shook, and the blast of air blew out the fires around them, stirring up dust dozens of feet high.

In a few seconds, the dust settled, but there were no signs of the wild beasts. There was only one Werewolf Boy on the ground, lying motionlessly in a pool of blood.

"Hey, are you dead?" The leader of the Tiger Man went over and kicked Werewolf Boy. "I've already gone easy on him, so I shouldn't die like this, right?" "

"But …." Evil... The boy only made a faint sound. His bones were shattered, his tendons and muscles were torn apart, and he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His life was like a candle in the wind.

"Tell me before you die," the leader said coldly, stepping on the boy's head. "Is the last seal on the Universal Wall really on you?" "

"Go to hell." "Werewolf Boy's body could not struggle. He could only struggle mentally.

"Bah!" The leader spat into the boy's face. Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't say anything. Cut off your head, and let the Foxman Race people investigate his memories. At that time, you will only have one living head left, and all your brains will be drained alive by the brain probing technique. Pulp, this process will definitely make you feel floating, ah hahahahaha! "

"Bastard …" "The light in Werewolf Boy's eyes was dissipating. The world he saw was gradually shrouded by darkness called [Despair]. He knew that his fate was about to come to an end here —

Someone was quickly approaching.