706: C706 The Night of Slaughter Has Begun

C706 The Night of Slaughter Has Begun

Werewolf Ancestor didn't care about those so-called descendants. He only cared about whether he could break the seal or not.

In order to regain his freedom, so what if he had to sacrifice all of his descendants? As long as he was free, how many descendants would he need? Those descendants with extremely thin bloodlines might as well contribute to his escape.

Lee Nock needed a stronger strength to have a chance to fight Chen Feng. Therefore, he spared no effort to make Lee Nock stronger, so that he could hit him in one strike.

With his help, although Lee Nock had tasted the delicious taste of power, he didn't want to be a werewolf. He hated other werewolves and even his parents deeply.

He deeply hated this destiny that could not be changed.

He hated werewolves, and he hated himself who had become a werewolf.

But he couldn't change this fact.

He could either release Werewolf Ancestor and let his ancestors rule this world. As a meritorious person, he was above everyone else.

Or, one day, he would be discovered by the Shrine and killed by the Divine Court.

Of course, he didn't want to die, so he could only release Werewolf Ancestor.

The Werewolf Descendant that was hidden under the eyes of the Shrine had destroyed his peaceful life.

Lee Nock was a cautious person and liked to act according to the plan. Before he attacked, he learned from the housekeeper and his parents that all the werewolf families still existed in the world, and he got the information about their living quarters.

The housekeeper and his parents did not expect him to swallow all the Werewolf Descendant and absorb the Werewolf Blood in their bodies. They were very happy that Lee Nock could accept their identity as a werewolf, and they were very proud that he had gained Werewolf Ancestor's favor.

Under the powerful attack of the Shrine, the werewolf family had been continuously marrying humans. In fact, they were no different from normal people. The reason they accepted the baptism was mostly to obtain the strength of the werewolf, but they did not have the resolve to become a real werewolf.

They had been raised as humans since they were young, but suddenly they were told that they were actually a werewolf. How much could they feel for werewolves?

Therefore, most people, including Lee Nock's parents, were mostly human. They often forgot that they were Werewolf Descendant.

After Lee Nock finished investigating, he began to make his move.

The communication between Werewolf Descendant was not frequent. They did not need to rely on human blood to survive like the Vampire. They could work like normal people, even if it was just farming, they could still feed themselves.

The first thing Lee Nock targeted was the werewolf family that was farming in the countryside.

In the countryside town, the transmission of information was slow, and it was more convenient to dispose of corpses. Even if the neighbors suddenly went missing, they would only think that they were going on a vacation.

After the Werewolf Blood became stronger, Lee Nock's desire to kill also increased. He knew that he had changed, from inside to outside.

Late at night, Lee Nock covered his body with a black cloak and appeared in front of the first Werewolf Descendant house.

The dog in the yard barked uneasily, startling the people in the room.

A tall man walked out with a hunting gun. He stared at Lee Nock in front of the door vigilantly and pointed the gun at him.

"Where are you? Where are you?"

"Nowhere." The corner of Lee Nock's mouth curled up, and he turned around to walk away.

The man slowly put down the muzzle of the gun, watched Lee Nock disappear into the darkness, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

When he turned around and prepared to go back to the house, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. His mouth was also tightly covered by a hand.

A sharp claw pierced through his chest and took away his life.

Before the hound could bark wildly to warn him, a bullet like stone had pierced through its head.

The night of slaughter began.2

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