Chapter 386

Chapter 320: Devotion

During dusk, on the outskirts of Tivyán, along a quiet forest path, a wide black carriage was racing at high speed. The coachman was urging the two horses pulling the carriage to accelerate further, his face filled with terror.

At that moment, behind the speeding carriage, a large group of monsters were rapidly chasing after it. These creatures were entirely covered in long black fur, had pointed ears and bloodshot eyes, with fangs and four paws touching the ground. They resembled black-furred apes but looked even more ferocious. These were Beastmen, victims of the Werewolf’s extraordinary powers.

With howls, seven or eight black Beastmen were rapidly chasing after the carriage. Their speed was incredibly fast, and they were soon about to catch up with it. The anxious coachman shouted inside the carriage, then two black-clothed Hunters appeared from the front of the carriage. They took out firearms and stone knives from their bodies and attacked the pursuing Beastmen.

Gunfire echoed, and stone knives swished through the air. Under the Hunters’ counterattack, bullets and wind blades shot towards the back of the carriage. The concentrated Beastmen bled profusely, howling as they lost balance and fell to the ground. However, after rolling on the ground twice, they struggled to stand up again, continuing their pursuit without regard for their injuries.

Although the Hunters’ resistance could not k*ll these resilient Beastmen, it still delayed them. The Hunters kept firing to try to stop them from getting closer.

Just then, a wild roar erupted from the nearby woods. Trees were torn apart, and a massive shadow burst out from the side of the carriage, leaping over it. After the shadow passed, the two Hunters on the carriage hadn’t reacted yet when they exploded in a spray of bl**d. One was cut in half at the waist, and another had his head torn off, falling back into the carriage.

The shadow landed and revealed its form: a six or seven-meter-tall humanoid giant wolf with a long snout, developed muscles, and black fur. Its eyes focused on the distant carriage still racing away. It leaped again, quickly rushing toward it. This time, it used its massive claws to tear apart the coachman and the two horses. The horses’ sides were torn open, causing them to scream and fall to the ground. The iron carriage, which had been dragged, now overturned and slid towards the roadside.

Inside the carriage, Vania screamed as she fell in disarray. Davik, who had been sitting, also fell. They felt the carriage sliding for a long time before finally stopping. As soon as it stopped, Vania pushed herself up, coughing, and said:

“Cough… cough… Miss Dorothy, what’s happening outside?”

“The werewolf has made its move. All the Hunters outside have been killed, and the horses pulling the carriage are dead… Escaping is basically impossible,” Davik slowly stood up and replied to Vania. Vania’s expression turned anxious upon hearing this.

“Well, what should we do? Since things have come to this, I’ll try my best to escape…”

Vania said in panic. She had experience fighting a White Tier before, so she thought that maybe, if she gave it her all, there might be a chance. However, her suggestion was immediately rejected by Dorothy.

“No! With that guy’s speed, you won’t be able to escape! This situation is very different; you can’t fight them!”

Dorothy said to Vania through Davik’s mouth. Last time they fought the vampire, Vania managed to barely hold her own because she was well-prepared and had the element of surprise. At that time, Dorothy was also by her side providing support.

Now, the initiative was theirs, and not only was there the werewolf itself, but also a horde of Beastman subordinates. Vania couldn’t possibly confront them directly; it would lead to certain d*ath!

Facing the dire situation, Dorothy, seated in her carriage far away, frowned deeply, her expression focused as she thought hard about a plan. In an instant, she came up with one.

With her plan in mind, Dorothy immediately acted. She controlled Davik, who was handcuffed, to tear open his shirt and forcefully unravel the bandages wrapped around him. Then, he picked up sharp debris from the ground and slashed himself, causing bl**d to flow profusely.

“Now, my wound from the carriage overturning has rapidly worsened. Quickly treat me!” Dorothy said through Davik’s mouth. Vania was momentarily stunned but immediately understood and moved forward to treat Davik’s wound.

On the other side, the werewolf, having overturned the carriage and let it slide away, calmly walked forward. The Beastmen behind him hurriedly followed.

Soon, the werewolf reached the overturned carriage. Under his command, the Beastmen surrounded it. Among them, several normal human males emerged. Some were shedding their black fur, indicating they had returned to their human forms. They were the normal extraordinary beings under the werewolf’s control.

With so many Beastmen and extraordinary beings, plus the werewolf himself, Vania had no way to fight against such formidable forces.

One of them, wearing a hat and striped jacket, with a monkey-like face, glanced at the carriage and said after examining it:

“Two horses pulling a Black Dog carriage, with three more Black Dogs escorting it. This must be correct! Mr. Smith, according to the intelligence, the person is inside this carriage! But note that there is also a Black Tier Healing Priest inside.”

The monkey-faced man pointed at the carriage, and the werewolf, upon hearing his words, took two strides forward and stretched out his claw to pierce through the thin iron wall of the carriage. He then tore off a large section of the wall, revealing the interior.

After tearing open the carriage, the werewolf saw the scene inside. His eyes met the object of his rescue: Davik lay extremely weak inside the carriage, his shirt torn open, with a terrifying wound bleeding profusely. Next to Davik, a white-robed nun with glasses was extending her hand over the wound, emitting an orange-yellow glow to heal him. When she saw the wall torn open, she looked in horror at the monstrous wolf and screamed in fear.

The werewolf coldly stared at the nun inside the carriage, raising his claw to k*ll her, but at that moment, the weakened Davik spoke.

“Wait… Wait… She can’t d*e…”

Hearing Davik’s voice, the werewolf paused and continued looking at the extremely weak Davik, then said:

“Davik, your injuries are this severe?”

“Cough… Yes… Mr. Smith, those Black Dogs attacked viciously… My wounds are numerous and severe, and they haven’t healed completely… Just now… Cough… Cough…”

Davik’s words were interrupted by a violent cough. Meanwhile, Vania, having regained her composure, responded:

“This, this werewolf sir, Mr. Davik’s injuries were already severe. The carriage overturning caused his wounds to open and worsen. Please allow me to treat him; otherwise, it will be very dangerous.”

Vania said to the werewolf in front of her, but the werewolf frowned and continued questioning:

“You, this nun, why didn’t you run away but stayed here to treat the prisoner?