Chapter 395

Chapter 324: Traitor

“This handcuff… Could it be that the reason the hunters found us is…”

Vania said in surprise as she looked at the deformed handcuff in her hand, while Davik spoke calmly.

“You’ll meet the An Yin Bureau or the Church later. When they ask you about the situation, show them this handcuff. Tell them that after the werewolf discarded it, you secretly picked it up and hid it on your body when they weren’t looking, and then brought it all the way here. You firmly believed that someone would come to rescue you. Do you understand?”

Dorothy instructed Vania through Davik. After a moment of shock, Vania nodded.

“I understand, thank you Miss Dorothy!”

With that, Vania leaped out of the window onto the balcony, and then jumped out of the villa. Seeing Vania successfully escape, Dorothy sighed with relief.

“I wonder how much merit this will add to Vania’s record?”

After muttering this on the carriage, Dorothy manipulated Davik, who was still inside the villa, to start moving with the Heart-Eating Staff Sword. His goal wasn’t to leave the villa.

“With such a big fire, not robbing something would be an insult to the arsonist.”

As Dorothy manipulated Davik through the smoky villa, he muttered, “Smith is currently clashing with the An Yin Bureau and the Church. This is the perfect time to strike.”

Driven by the mentality of robbing during a disaster, Dorothy made Davik navigate through the burning villa. Soon, he arrived at his destination: Smith’s secret room.

There was no sign of Smith in the secret room now, but the ground was littered with burnt or cut beastman corpses, and the walls were shattered and the fire raging. It was clear that there had been a fierce battle here, though the combatants had moved elsewhere. The continuous shaking of the entire building indicated that the battle was far from over.

“Everything here is so badly damaged, so much burning… Can we find anything valuable?”

Dorothy muttered as he manipulated Davik to search among the ruins. But despite the chaos, he still hoped to find something valuable.

At that moment, strange events began to unfold around the villa.

On one side of the villa, the wide Moonflow River suddenly surged with waves. The hunters surrounding the villa were drawn to the commotion on the river. They turned their heads and saw a massive water column rising skyward. This several-meter-thick water column transformed into a long, thick water snake that charged towards the villa. In everyone’s stunned eyes, the water snake burst through a large hole in the wall and plunged into the upper floors of the burning villa, causing the smoke billowing out to decrease significantly.

Soon after, another loud explosion echoed from the villa. With the wall breaking open, a torrential water column shot out, along with a knight in armor.

Anreyus was thrown heavily to the ground by the water column. His armored body was covered in countless scratch-like cracks and bloodstains, and the flames on his sword had been extinguished. Some parts of his armor were completely shattered, and the blade of his sword was dented. His white robe was soaked in bl**d.

“Are you alright, Priest Anreyus!”

Edmond flew out of the villa, hovering beside Anreyus and asked. Anreyus slowly stood up with his sword and replied.

“Huh… Huh… That wolf has some skills, but he’s at the end of his rope now. This must be his trump card.”

Standing straight, Anreyus looked upward. He saw a massive water snake made of flowing water emerging from a crack in the villa, staring down at Anreyus and Edmond. Edmond, seeing this, quietly said,

“This seems to be something created by the Abyss Cult’s extraordinary item. The Placenta Sect often alternates between hostility and cooperation. Extraordinary items and sigils are mainly circulated through the ‘Cup’. Hmph… With such a thing as a trump card, it’s no wonder this guy set his base near water.”

Looking at the water snake on the villa, Edmond judged and said. At this moment, Anreyus had already regained his footing. Ignoring his injuries, he reignited the flames on his sword.

“No matter what it is, it cannot stop the sacred purification! Come on! Let me evaporate it!”

With that, Anreyus charged forward with his flaming sword. Edmond immediately followed.

“That werewolf won’t last much longer, let’s try to capture him alive!”

…

At that moment, inside the villa, in a dilapidated corridor, Smith lay on the ground, covered in cuts, his hair singed black, and scars all over. His face, which had two deep gashes, showed pain as he gasped for breath.

Under the attack of two white chalks, Smith was severely wounded and barely alive. Burned and cut countless times, he was on the brink of d*ath and could no longer maintain his werewolf form, reverting to human shape.

Shaking his hand, Smith took out two fingers from the tattered remains of his clothes and swallowed the last spiritual storage item. After regaining a bit of strength, he struggled to stand up and staggered away.

‘The water snake summoned by the drowned snake skin won’t last long… Now, I must report the situation to Elder Duval immediately…’

Thinking this, Smith moved forward with difficulty. He had just used his trump card, an extraordinary item from the Abyss Cult, to temporarily block Anreyus and Edmond. Now, he needed to hurry to the altar to inform the upper ranks of the Wolf bl**d Association, letting them know about the situation at this base.

Staggering, with his blackened, cracked body and almost nothing left of his clothes, Smith arrived at his original, dilapidated secret room. There, he saw an unexpected figure—someone familiar rummaging through his bookshelf.

“Davik…”

Hearing the noise, Davik stood up from the pile of charred wood, looked toward the distance, and saw the battered Smith, his savior and superior.

“It’s Mr. Smith…”

“What are you doing, Davik…”

“Oh… As you can see, I saw the fire and was helping you save the books, Mr. Smith…”

Seeing Smith’s stern questioning, Davik spoke calmly. However, his response was met with Smith’s enraged questioning.

“Now don’t play games with me, Smith! Tell me the truth! You’ve been subverted by the black dog! Are you a traitor!”

With great anger, Smith roared at Davik. In Smith’s view, if the nun was problematic, then Davik, who had always defended her, must also be suspect!

“Hold on, Mr. Smith! Don’t get angry, I’m still a bit confused. There must be a misunderstanding. How could I possibly be a traitor? By the Gluttonous Wolf, I, Davik Jones, have always been loyal to the organization.”

Davik explained to Smith, his expression showing innocence and helplessness. At that moment, his hand reached into his clothes.

Suddenly, Davik’s expression hardened, and he pulled out a revolver, aiming it at the weak Smith, ready to pull the trigger.

But even in his current state of extreme weakness, unable to transform into a werewolf, Smith was still a White Chalk Tier extraordinary being. Upon seeing Davik draw the g*n, he immediately reacted, driving the few remaining “Cups” in his body, and ignoring his injuries, charged at Davik explosively.

Finally, before Davik could fire, Smith reached him and bit his throat. However, as Davik fell, a smile appeared on his lips.

At this moment, the living puppet Davik Jones began to d*e, and the zombie puppet Davik Jones officially appeared. He stood upright, drew a slender sword from behind, and stabbed it into Smith’s chest.