Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 364 - 0364: Tribe (seeking monthly tickets with third update)

Chapter 364: Chapter 0364: Tribe (seeking monthly tickets with third update)

“Chief~~”

Paul’s voice was tinged with a crying tone. At this moment, his expression was twisted, his inner world collapsing.

“Awoo!”

Yet, the werewolf didn’t bother with any of that, setting its sights on the two within its attack range, and launched its attack without hesitation.

Its strong back legs thrust against the ground, propelling its body forward. Its sharp claws could tear through any living creature.

Moreover, its fangs and claws were imbued with a Dark Curse, capable of spreading plague and disease!

Clang!

The werewolf’s claws struck a shield made of bones, leaving deep grooves.

“Stay calm…”

Sean called out, “Big doggie, all of you guys’ fur looks pretty much the same. It’s normal to mistake a wolf… Don’t be angry!”

Now, he was actually a Third-Rank [Necromancer].

He had risen from an Elite to an Expert Level in only about a year, which was a display of considerable talent.

Regular werewolves, comparable to First or Second-Rank Transcendent species, were no match for Sean.

“Bone Cage!”

Sean signaled for Paul to step back and pointed to the rotten ground.

Thud, thud!

Leg bones as large as bean sprouts sprung up from the ground, forming a massive bone cage that trapped the werewolf inside.

“Weakness!”

As the werewolf frantically thrashed about and gnawed at the bone bars, Sean, without any hesitation, cast a Weakness Curse on the werewolf, finally tempering its wild movements.

“Okay, big doggie, I mean no harm.”

Sean went forward, pulling out a black hard-shell notebook and a pen, “Tell me, how has your life been lately? What has been your mental state? Have you attacked any humans?”

“Chief?”

Revolver in hand, Paul moved forward cautiously.

He felt a bit of joy in his heart, realizing his superior was this powerful. It seemed the majority of the rumors had been false.

Having set his sights on the werewolf’s head.

“Don’t kill it… Though the werewolf is a typical Dark Creature, they have a pack here. Killing one would provoke the ire of an entire pack and perhaps even more.”

Sean, with experience, upon halting Paul’s action: “Moreover… the skin and teeth of such big dogs are really hard to sell. Those unscrupulous businessmen offer really low prices…”

I seem to have heard something absurd. He won’t silence me, will he?

Paul turned serious, pretending he heard nothing.

“Alright, open your mouth. I want to see what’s with the blood on your teeth…”

Sean quickly forgot about the black market, letting Paul assist him in subduing the werewolf. Paul pried open its mouth as Sean, with expertise, explained, “Actually, like dogs, you can tell a lot about a wolf’s recent condition from its teeth… Hmm, later you should perform a full-body examination on it. Don’t leave any private area unexamined.”

“Awoo…”

The werewolf emitted a low whine.

Meanwhile, Paul, with a stern face, wished he could shoot the werewolf dead there and then, and hand its body over to the field medics for a post-mortem examination.

“Awoo!”

“Awoo!”

Just at that moment, from the surrounding dense woods, various low roars started to reverberate around.

“Wolf… wolves…”

Paul trembled, looking at the many green and red pupils suddenly appearing from the forest, his voice shaking.

“Dear me… This is trouble…”

Sean scratched his head: “I can’t handle this many werewolves alone… Paul… any last words?”

“Chief… why would you say that?”

Paul looked ready to burst into tears.

“Because, based on experience, I have a higher chance of escape than you…,” Sean replied seriously.

One werewolf after another emerged from the forest, but none of them attacked.

Suddenly, a large wild wolf leaped out of the crowd, transforming into a half-human, half-wolf form, “Sean?”

“Oh! My friend!”

Sean stepped forward, exclaiming enthusiastically to Paul: “That’s the big dog I saved. It can’t be wrong.”

“If you call my ancestral form a dog again, I’ll kill you!”

The werewolf echoed a deep voice; he speaks Common Hebrew, albeit stiffly and monotonously.

“Ha ha… Just kidding! What should I call you then? Sausage? Bully?”

For a moment, Paul seemed to see the werewolf’s eyes turn crimson, then slowly fade back to an ethereal green: “Wol! You can call me Wol!”

“Alright then, Mr. Wol…”

Sean cleared his throat; his expression suddenly serious: “As an investigator for the Emerald Forest of The Eleventh Bureau, I demand an explanation as to why your clan has been continually expanding and attacking humans lately.”

“We’re not expanding; we’re…evacuating!”

Wol twisted his neck and explained amidst the low growls of his fellow kin.

“Evacuating?”

Sean was momentarily taken aback.

“A group of so-called occupational people is hunting us extensively,” Wol stated.

“An organization is hunting werewolves?”

Sean’s pupils shrunk, “What’s their purpose? A ritual? Collecting materials?”

“I don’t know… but my clan members hate you… because many of our enemies are just like you, using curses and necromancy magic to harness the power of bones, creating shields and cages.” Wol continued.

“What?”

Sean’s pupils constricted again, “The Black Death Society? So, it’s them?”

His profession as a [Doomsayer] was partially acquired from the Black Death Society by The Eleventh Bureau.

“Black Death Society?”

Wol roared, “Our Bloodfang Clan will never let them off!”

“Alright, pal… I think you need some help… believe me, there are nature reserves in many parts of the Federation now, I think you all can have one, too…”

Sean raised both hands, meanwhile unbinding the first werewolf.

“Awoo”!

The wolf was about to attack when Wol firmly held him back, “We, the werewolf warriors do not submit to anyone; you may leave… stepping into the forest again would make you my enemy.”

“Seriously… okay!”

Sean retreated a few steps, signals Paul and leaves.

Regardless, their primary aim for this visit was to investigate. Future actions could be decided after reporting their findings.

Whoosh, whoosh!

The following instant, chaos erupted!

Bone spikes crafted from white bones rained down in shadowy streams from the darkness, injuring a countless number of werewolves.

A group of black-robed men, bearing the emblem of the Black Death Society, materialized and launched an attack on the pack of werewolves.

“It’s the Black Death Society!”

Sean took cover behind a large tree, his expression serious.

“Chief… I think I can write my will now.”

Paul shot down a Black Death follower with a handgun, his tone cynical.

The next moment, all was still.

Looking around in confusion, Sean spotted a little girl, her features as intricate and cute as a doll’s.

Her skin was rosy and gleaming. Wherever she went, werewolves collapsed, stunned. Even Wol could do nothing but paralyzedly lie on the ground, feebly clawing at the dirt.

The girl’s gaze seemed to possess a force that goes straight to one’s heart, rendering one utterly powerless and unwilling to resist.

“Damn… she’s a master-level occupational person!”

A sense of doom descended upon Sean as he locked eyes with the girl.