My Werewolf System - Chapter 1795 The Vanguard's Arrival

Chapter 1795  The Vanguard’s Arrival

The heavy, red-colored battle axe spun rapidly through the air, cutting a lethal, whistling arc across the ruined courtyard. Tracking the spinning weapon with his enhanced vampiric sight, Haylock immediately recognized the distinct, brutal design of the blade. He remembered with absolute certainty that this specific pair of weapons belonged to the reckless human from the Howlers.

The moment Haylock raised his elegant hand, entirely preparing to deploy his glowing red string to forcefully pull the buried axe free from the dead Werewolf’s mouth, the shadows shifted. A figure burst forward through the lingering dust.

Innu sprinted into the clearing, leaping gracefully into the air. He reached out and snatched the handle of his weapon mid-flight, seamlessly catching the axe with practiced momentum. Landing heavily on the cracked concrete, he fluidly rolled beneath a feral swipe from another encroaching Glutton that had aimed a lethal claw right at his head.

While remaining crouched low to the ground, Innu gathered his energy. He channeled a dense surge of pure Qi directly into the metal of his dual axes, the blades humming with a sharp, destructive vibration. He swung the weapons outward in a vicious, sweeping arc, striking squarely against the thick, muscular leg of the towering Werewolf looming above him.

The strike was infused with so much concentrated Qi that, even though the blunt edge of the heavy axe didn’t cleanly sever the dense bone of the Werewolf’s leg, the sheer kinetic force of the impact was completely overwhelming. The brutal hit caused the heavy Glutton to lose its footing entirely, crashing down hard onto its side with a pained yelp.

For a fleeting second, Innu tightened his grip, fully intending to slam his dual axes down into the fallen Werewolf’s skull to finish the execution. But his peripheral vision caught a blur of movement. Several more snarling Gluttons were already swarming his position, forcing him to quickly abandon the kill and dive away to preserve his own life.

As he scrambled backward, a set of razor-sharp claws extended, coming within inches of tearing into his exposed spine. Before the fatal strike could connect, a glowing red string whipped through the air and tightly wrapped around the attacking Glutton’s torso. The vampiric aura stopped the beast entirely, holding it suspended for a crucial second, allowing Innu to safely cover the remaining distance and reach the defensive perimeter where Haylock and Jin were currently standing.

“You finally made it,” Haylock stated, his red eyes scanning behind the young man. “Where are the others?”

“They are here,” Innu explained, his chest heaving as he wiped a mixture of sweat and monster blood from his forehead. “It is simply that there were an endless number of those feral Werewolves blocking our path. They were all migrating towards this direction, so the rest of the pack got held up a little bit dealing with the sheer volume. But they will be here soon. Besides, looking at this mess, it appears you guys were struggling to hold the line without our help.”

Right then, a thunderous crash echoed from the far side of the courtyard. The trio looked over and saw a few heavy Glutton Werewolves literally flying through the night air. The monstrous bodies were being chucked upward and tossed aside with incredible force, exactly as if they had been brutally crashed into by a speeding freight train.

Eventually, one of the heavy Gluttons closest to the outside of their defensive perimeter was pounded into submission, its limp body forcefully flung directly towards where the group was standing.

Innu reacted with blistering speed. He planted his boots, twisted his hips, and swung his red axe like a heavy baseball bat towards the incoming Glutton’s flying body. The hardened metal edge slammed squarely into the beast’s head, completely breaking through the thick skull and instantly killing the Werewolf before it even hit the pavement.

The terrifying physical force required to chuck a creature of that immense weight across a courtyard was staggering. Innu could imagine that there was only one person in their group who was physically capable of generating that kind of raw, unadulterated power.

When Innu casually kicked the lifeless body off the blade of his axe, the dust cleared to reveal the source of the carnage. Austin was standing there, entirely transformed into his condensed Altered state.

The towering Minotaur hybrid looked like a demon straight out of a nightmare. His large, spiraling horns were completely coated in dark, sticky blood. He wasn’t resting for a single second. Letting out a deafening roar, Austin slammed his heavy, hooved foot brutally onto the cracked ground. The concrete shattered beneath his immense weight, and a large slab of the ruined earth was forcefully upheaved, creating a sudden, jagged barricade that successfully blocked the immediate path of a few charging beasts, giving him precious time to bat them away.

“Well, I suppose they weren’t lying when they claimed that boy is one of the strongest Altered fighters they have in their ranks,” Haylock commented, a rare hint of genuine aristocratic respect coloring his tone. “Seeing him operate on the battlefield, I can clearly see the truth of it now.”

The defending group knew they would desperately need every ounce of that raw physical power, because they could all see there was an endless tide of enemies still to come.

As the two ancient vampires looked carefully among the swarming sea of feral werewolves, they started to notice a strange phenomenon. Bright, fluorescent, translucent wolves were suddenly leaping through the chaotic fray and aggressively attacking the Gluttons. Some of the ethereal constructs were ruthlessly biting at the ankles and thick calves of the Gluttons, successfully anchoring them to the ground and stopping them from advancing towards the newly formed group of four.

As Jin narrowed his eyes and carefully tried to follow the glowing trail to see where the translucent wolves were coming from, he spotted a lone figure. Perched high up on a dangerously broken, crumbling section of an administrative building was Luzen.

The vampire archer was a picture of deadly focus. He was continuously drawing his bowstring back and firing arrow after arrow into the dark courtyard. Out of the glowing, fired arrows, the fierce, translucent wolves were bursting forth upon impact.

A few of the more cunning Gluttons had finally caught the scent of the sniper and pinpointed his elevated location. But every single time the beasts tried to dig their claws into the brickwork and climb up the side of the structure, Luzen would briefly detransform his human body to focus his aura. He would rapidly fire completely invisible, high-tension arrows of pure kinetic power. The unseen projectiles would smash brutally against the climbing Gluttons, sending them plummeting back down to the hard ground long before they ever got close to him.

He was clearly proving to be one of the absolute most effective fighters at dealing with the various, overwhelming numbers of Werewolves.

But maintaining that high ground wasn’t going to remain an easy task. Right at the very base of the crumbling building’s construction, a terrifying new threat emerged. There was one specific Glutton Werewolf whose entire head was starting to mutate and grow to a gigantic size.

The beast’s jagged teeth were growing visibly bigger and sharper by the second, protruding from its gums in crooked, terrifying rows. As the grotesque transformation completed, its heavily muscled upper body looked almost exactly like that of a bipedal, terrestrial great white shark.

The horrific mutant opened its colossal jaws wide and crunched down viciously on the main load-bearing concrete pillar of the building. The serrated teeth shredded the steel rebar, breaking the entire bottom section of the support column into dust. The structural integrity failed instantly. The building groaned, tilted, and the ledge shattered, sending Luzen falling rapidly toward the ground.

When Luzen landed gracefully on his feet, absorbing the heavy shock of the drop, he looked up. He could now clearly see the strange, terrifying hybrid of a Shark Werewolf looming right in front of him, drool dripping from its enormous maw.

“Well, you certainly look like you are a little bit tougher than the other mindless grunts,” Luzen remarked, his expression remaining completely calm as he knocked another arrow.

The terrifying evolutionary leap wasn’t an isolated incident meant solely for Luzen, either. Appearing slowly from the deep shadows surrounding the rest of the group, highly mutated, Altered Glutton Werewolves had finally arrived at the front lines.

They would no longer solely have to deal with the standard, mindless Gluttons; they now had to face the elite, highly specialized mutants as well.

“We will get further backup soon! We simply need to survive and make it through this wave until they have successfully dealt with Midwak inside!” Innu claimed, his voice cracking slightly as he tightened his grip, holding both heavy red axes firmly in his hands.

He was huffing and panting heavily, his muscles burning with intense lactic acid. He was already deeply tired from the countless, unending amount of high-stakes fighting he had endured since they entered the city limits.

“Young man,” Haylock said softly, his ancient voice carrying a strange, compelling resonance as he stepped closer to the exhausted teenager. The vampire lord’s fingertips glowed with a mesmerizing, dark red aura. “I have thoroughly seen your impressive physical skill today. How about we unlock your bodily potential fully… and work together?”

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