Kane stumbled and ran in the forest, his body was stained with blood, and the blood on his hair looked terrifying.
He had already sensed the human encirclement. Before he fell asleep, he was also a noble hidden among humans and knew some basic tactics.
Human development has made great strides. The projectiles fired from the mysterious instruments in their hands can cause certain damage to him, which makes Kane feel a sense of strangeness that "times have changed."
He knew that he would not be able to revive the werewolf community with his current state. He was already behind the times and had no idea what the current human situation was like. If he continued to look at humans with the old perspective, the werewolf clan would soon become extinct.
So... he took a gamble and made a bold decision.
Attack a current human noble and transform that noble into a werewolf. Even if you die in this encirclement, the werewolf will still have the possibility to continue to develop!
Kane wandered around the human base for a long time before he met a human "noble" who was away.
After all, from Kane's perspective, four people guarding with terrible weapons are most likely nobles.
In order to prevent humans from noticing anything wrong, he deliberately killed two guards, leaving the lives of the 'Noble' and the other two guards. In fact, only the 'Noble' was transformed into a werewolf by Kane.
Kane felt that his physical strength had decreased slightly. If it were any other time, he would be able to recover after a period of time, but now... this feeling of weakness might cost him his life.
But even if he died, Kane now felt that it was meaningful.
Thinking of this, Kane smiled with relief. From time to time, there were rumbling sounds coming from the sky. Although he didn't know what it was, he felt that it was probably related to the current human beings.
"Ah, the times..."
Kane was lying behind a tree trunk. He now vaguely missed the days when knights rode horses with guns and dueled.
Humans at that time were so simple and honest that even their bows and arrows had a pitifully weak range. Kane could no longer understand them in today's society.
but...
Suddenly, Kane narrowed his eyes, as if he thought of something that made him happy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
He remembered something.
If it is true as he expected that humans have developed into such a behemoth, then wouldn't their mortal enemies, the werewolves, those dirty, hypocritical, self-righteous vampire bats, have already died out?
"Fortunately, I assimilated a noble, giving werewolves a chance to survive."
Kane spoke slowly in Old English. He was so sensitive that he could hear the footsteps coming from all directions, and his thoughts drifted back to the past.
There are very few werewolves in Britain, most of them come from the European continent, and Kane is one of them.
He has forgotten where his hometown is. He only remembers that after he set foot on British soil, he made great achievements and achieved glory here.
The glory of the past is gone, and only memories remain.
"Target found, target found!"
"Snipers, get ready!"
"Be careful, safety is the most important thing. We have surrounded it, it can't escape!"
Listening to the sounds coming from all around him, Kane showed a sarcastic expression on his face.
Immediately afterwards, the hair on his body began to grow rapidly, his fangs quickly enlarged, his eyes began to be filled with red, his body continued to expand, and sharp claws protruded from his palms!
“Ouch—!!!”
Kane let out a long howl towards the sky, strands of saliva wrapped around his cold fangs. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the British soldiers who were advancing cautiously, roaring like a wolf.
A werewolf never backs down, life or death!
Kane's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the soldiers approaching him. He stood up from the ground and rushed towards the soldiers!
"The werewolf is coming towards us!"
"Extreme speed, ready to shoot!"
"Fire!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
At this moment, dozens of snipers opened fire at the same time in all directions, and the whistling bullets all shot towards Kane's wolf head!
Although Kane is a werewolf and his physical fitness is far better than that of ordinary people, in front of a heavy sniper rifle, his head is not much different from a watermelon. In an instant, it explodes and blood splatters.
The headless wolf corpse fell from a high altitude in an instant and landed heavily on the ground, raising dust all over the ground. In the flying dust, countless red dots were aimed at this place.
They feared a werewolf might rise up, just like the wolf Fenrir.
Fortunately, werewolf Kane was really dead. His head exploded like a watermelon and there was no possibility of survival.
Inside the tank outside the forest, the commander observed everything remotely. Seeing that the werewolf's vital signs had completely disappeared, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Carry the werewolf's body back and conduct research."
"We killed the werewolf, we avenged the 22 soldiers and inspectors who died, we avenged the 13 citizens, and we avenged the wounded who were in coma. We are the heroes of Britain!"
......
At King's College Hospital in London, Celt, who had just entered the ward, slowly woke up from a coma. What caught his eye was the hospital's white ceiling and the pungent smell of disinfectant.
He had a slight headache and felt a strange sensation all over his body. He looked at the doctors busying around him, and suddenly a terrible thought arose in his heart.
Pounce on them and bite their throats!
Celt quickly shook his head to dispel all these terrible thoughts. Suddenly, a great sadness arose in his heart, as if someone very important had passed away.
What’s going on? Why do I have so many strange thoughts today?
Celt felt a little uneasy. He felt as if he was not himself and felt a little strange.
"Sheriff Celtic, how are you feeling now?"
Suddenly, a doctor's voice reached his ears, interrupting his thoughts.
Celt nodded nervously and asked, "Doctor, what happened? Is there anything wrong with me? My companions..."
The last image in Celtic's memory was a standing werewolf pouncing towards him.
Seeing Celt's question, the doctor sighed and said comfortingly, "Sheriff Celt, you are in perfect health. You were only bitten a few times and will recover after a while. As for your companion..."
"Three of them have died, and the other one is in a similar situation to you and is no longer in danger of death."
Celtic felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
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