Chapter 441, His story with the beast soul

Author: Yuan Zhen’s Fish

Chapter 441, His story with the beast soul

The Wolf King walked towards the depths of the icy mist with his only three remaining legs. Blood dripped from the fracture of his right front leg that had been severed by a gunshot. As soon as this blood came into contact with the outside air, it slowly spread out.

Human heat, but it seems that compared to the previous blood, the current blood heat and burning scale are much weaker than before.

The wolf king was breathing heavily, with two arrows stuck in his nose, and he was struggling to smell the smell left by the werewolf and the opponent's unique smell of blood. The perception of magic power that was once clear before was now confused for some reason.

It was impossible to tell, and even if the Wolf King opened his eyes wide, the huge beast pupils still could not relieve themselves from the white light released by the divine power.

With half-broken ears, I heard the heavy sound of horse hooves coming from behind, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble. Getting closer, getting closer.

The Wolf King had no good way to fight back, so he had to lie down on the ground and cover his head and neck with one paw to protect his vitals.

"Ha!" followed by a loud shout and a severe chop on the back.

A huge, hideous wound was torn open on his body, and his skin and flesh rolled up and he cried out in pain.

Hearing the sound of the galloping horses disappearing quickly, the Wolf King got up and ran towards the source of the werewolf's scent at an even faster speed. He had to be fast because the human knight quickly turned his horse's head and came to kill him.

The Wolf King followed the fallen tree to the place where the crown of the tree had collapsed. The smell of blood related to werewolves was the strongest here, and there was also a depression on the ground made by werewolves when they fell from a high place.

But the problem is that the werewolf who was originally here a moment ago is not here now.

No! But where did it go?

The Wolf King stood up with his two ears, swaying as his head turned to look for subtle sounds around him.

Because the Wolf King was too close to the trunk of the big tree, it was difficult for the human knight to attack, so he called his men to approach along the trunk. Apart from that, the only sound was the sound of footsteps quietly leaving here.

But the distance of this sound is already a bit far away. It seems that when it was fighting humans just now, that hateful guy had slipped away quietly.

If it were normal, it would only need one breath to run over and knock down the werewolf at this distance. Unfortunately, the injuries sustained in the battle for many days have greatly damaged its athletic ability. Now one of its front legs has even been cut off, which is even more affecting.

its ability to move.

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Following Knight Lanisa's greeting, Kil and the hunters quickly approached the place where the big tree collapsed.

The snow on the ground stirred up by the collapse of the big tree has slowly fallen, revealing the wolf king with a broken leg hiding in it. The opponent is quite embarrassed at the moment, and small streams of blood are constantly flowing from the broken leg. The blood is dripping

When it reaches the ground, the large pieces of snow and mist that just fell to the ground melt into pure water.

The hunters' arrows were the first to attack. During the whooshing shots, the wolf king shook his only left front paw and tried to move in one direction on his two hind legs.

Due to the fallen tree, Knight Lanisa had placed the metal spear in the weapon rack next to the saddle of the war horse. She jumped off the horse with her one-handed heavy sword, and she and Kil were ready for battle, one on each side.

Catch up and get close to the Wolf King.

Both of them were wearing armor, so it was impossible to hide their footsteps. Before the two of them got close, the Wolf King made defensive movements.

Kiel walked on the left and found that the Wolf King on the opposite side mainly focused on the defense of Lanissa Knight, and his side seemed not to pay much attention to it.

This allowed him to see an opportunity.

As if he sensed Kil's thoughts, the surface of the ax he carried behind his back dimly lit up.

Zhasha zhasha, Kil's legs pushed aside the soft snow blocking the road, and quickly approached the opponent from the side and behind the Wolf King. The Wolf King was quite tall, even if he was squatting on the ground at this time, mainly greeting the feint attack of the female knight, it was more powerful than the feint attack of the female knight

Keel stood up and doubled in height.

Knowing that he was not strong enough, Kil quickly approached the Wolf King and stabbed the wound on the Wolf King's back with his sword. He raised his body and struggled to stab the long sword in his hand towards the wound high in front of him.

With a pop, the tip of the sword penetrated completely, and he immediately felt the Wolf King tighten the muscles on his back, trying to jam Kiel's long sword into his body.

Kil pulled the long sword downward hard, and the sharp blade cut through the muscles blocking it, and as Kil pulled, it tore the fur and muscle tissue of the uninjured part of the Wolf King.

The wolf king was really helpless by the wound on his back, so he turned around at the waist and bit directly at the little person who caused trouble behind him.

With a whoosh, as the wolf king turned around and bit him, a huge fishy smell hit him. Kil instinctively raised his shield to defend, but only after making the move did he realize that he should retreat and dodge.

Fortunately, the Wolf King originally wanted to bite Kiel, but as the opponent raised his shield and knocked it on his teeth, the Wolf King directly closed his mouth and bit the left and right sides of Kiel's shield. Then his head turned,

He picked up the shield that was tightly in his hands and shook it back and forth.

Kil breathed nervously, his whole body swinging in the air like a little rag doll as the Wolf King swayed.

For fear of accidentally injuring Kil, Knight Lanissa had no choice but to put away her weapon, flew up and kicked towards the Wolf King, but was blocked by the Wolf King with his claws.

In the chaotic and tense situation, the red-eyed mushroom candy pills that Kil had swallowed not long ago finally played their due role due to his high emotional tension.

The eyes under the visor gradually turned red, and everything around him gradually slowed down. Kil, who could only move his hands and feet in response to the violent swings of the Wolf King, finally came to his senses at this moment and knew that he had to fight back, otherwise

If you continue like this, you will die soon.

He got used to the sway of the Wolf King, and immediately bent his body. He pushed the chin of the Wolf King with his legs, and used the reaction force from his feet to slightly control the swing of his body.

Then he grasped the long sword in his right hand tightly and struck hard at the top of his left arm.

There is the nose of the Wolf King, and there are two arrows stuck in the nose that were shot by an unknown hunter.

For wolf-like beasts, their noses are the most nerve-rich place. Being hit will cause them great pain. At this moment, Kil counterattacked with his sword, and the entire long sword struck into the wolf king's nose.

Inside, it almost split its nasal cavity into two.

The intense pain caused the Wolf King to let go of his mouth, and at the same time, he slapped Kil with his remaining left paw, sending him flying away. There was just something wrong with the feeling on his palm, but he couldn't care less.

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When Kil hit the tip of the Wolf King's nose and the opponent loosened his mouth in pain, he prepared the next move of the Wolf King. Sure enough, the opponent tried to slap him away with a palm, and Kil stretched out his legs in the air and hit him

The legs are facing the palm of the opponent's paw.

With the huge force of the opponent's claws, Kil flew more than ten meters in the air, and then fell sideways to the ground.

Fortunately, the ground was covered with soft snow and rotten leaves. Apart from a piece of snow that was knocked open by hitting the ground, he himself was not seriously injured.

My legs are just a little numb.

"Kiel! How are you?" Not far away, Knight Lanissa who was fighting the Wolf King still had enough energy to ask him about the situation.

Keir climbed up from the snow and shouted to indicate that he was okay.

The hunters came closer, and some young people climbed directly onto the trunk of the fallen tree, using this obstacle that could block the wolf king to shoot arrows from the superior wolf king.

They did not shoot directly and casually at the Wolf King. On the one hand, there were not many arrows left, and on the other hand, it was difficult to shoot through the opponent's tough wolf skin just by hitting the intact fur of the Wolf King. So they aimed directly at the Wolf King.

The wounds on his body could hit a target the size of a coin at close range, let alone the wounds on the huge Wolf King.

As a result, the Wolf King soon had several bows and arrows inserted into the wounds on his body. As he blocked it from left to right and swung his body, more blood poured out of his wounds.

The hot blood ignited the wooden shaft and tail feathers of the arrow, leaving only the metal arrow stuck in the wound. With each movement, more new wounds and blood were brought out.

Lanissa Knight became more and more aware of the Wolf King's weakness. Although the opponent's claws and bites were still powerful, the reaction was more than a beat too slow, making her believe that the Wolf King opposite him had become unconscious due to blood loss.

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The beast soul derived from the cursed blood of the Wolf King is indeed dimmed, but the human soul that has been suppressed in the body seems to be unshackled and freer.

Although it felt weak with the loss of blood, its beast eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Like a vague awakening from a late night's sleep, or like a reincarnated slumber in legendary stories, the soul of a middle-aged human knight is awakening in this huge, traumatized beast.

He knew everything he had experienced over the years, deception, pain, degradation, confusion, revenge, biting, regret, indulgence, fighting, training, commanding, attacking, and killing.

Everything flashed through his mind, some that made him annoyed, some that made him excited, some that made him regretful, and some that made him sad.

All this seemed to happen out of his control, but he knew that everything in the past few years was not something he would do. It seemed like the soul of a beast, but it was actually just himself.

That damned guy had told him on the day it happened that everything was their own. If they accepted their beast side, controlled and tamed it, they would be recognized by the great being and become recognized by the unspoken great being.

people.

Just as there were rumors in his family, the tall alien warriors galloping on the grassland would have unparalleled power.

But.

He still couldn't accept his beast soul. When it came to the door, he found that he hated the other party so much. Is that beast soul that longs for fighting, killing, and domination really him?

Rejecting the beast soul that originated from him had serious consequences.

The blood, which he didn't know whether to be cursed or blessed, brought tremendous power. Coupled with his tempered warrior body and life force, he burst out far beyond the expectations of himself and those who bewitched him.

The soul of the beast smoothly controlled his entire body, and took control of the body during the transformation process, driving the body to mix its strength and transform towards the beast.

Human reason and dignity are wrapped up and swallowed by beastiality and imprisoned in the depths of the soul. Unless the soul of the beast that has gained huge power and dominance over the body is surrendered, no one can hear the cry for help from the depths of the mind of the huge beast.

Later, imprisoned in the depths of his mind, he saw 'himself' making more and more mistakes, which made him lose all the courage to fight back. He couldn't imagine that one day he would surrender to the soul of the beast.

, how should I face the rest of my life?

The villagers, traders, hunters, and young children who were bitten to death. The northern wolf that was ‘reproduced’ by it itself.

He closed the eyes of his soul tightly, even though its gaze was like a torch.

He covers the soul's ears, even if its hearing is sensitive.

He tied his hands and feet, but was unable to defeat its huge body, which was stronger than five oxen.

He remained silent, but was unable to resist his command, and the wolves surrendered.
To be continued...