I, Lord of Prayer

—Werewolf.

This is a timeless monster image in many Western literary stories, often associated with vampires and seen as their nemesis. As early as the Old Ages, werewolves and vampires were among the most popular topics in Western mysticism, giving rise to numerous classic works—including many beautiful love stories.

In reality, werewolves and vampires are both abyssal creatures, bloodthirsty, brutal, and viewing humans as food.

They are also mobile sources of pollution. If scratches or bites are not treated in time, the body may be invaded by the abyss virus, thus transforming into an abyss creature.

At this moment, eerie wolf howls echoed through the night sky, sending chills down one's spine.

Zhou Chen's expression changed slightly. He turned around and walked back to the warehouse, picked up the rocket launcher and grenade launcher from the ground, looked at the smugglers he had knocked out and tied up, and sincerely thanked his buddies for the weapons they had given him.

He carried an automatic rifle and a grenade launcher on his back, a concussion hammer in his left hand and a rocket launcher on his right shoulder. He walked to the warehouse wall, used his leg muscles to leap up, and landed firmly on the edge of the warehouse roof.

After putting down some equipment, Zhou Chen jumped down and went into the warehouse to scavenge supplies. He eventually found one rocket, nine grenades, and nine high-explosive shells.

He jumped back onto the roof with the ammunition he had collected, picked up the rocket launcher, and aimed it into the distance.

Concentrate and wait for the werewolf to appear.

Before long, two enormous figures came into view.

They were two giant, humanoid wolves, each about 2.5 meters tall, covered in thick, grayish-black fur. Their bodies were robust and muscular, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty crimson. Thick saliva dripped from their gaping maws, their claws long and sharp like blades—they were like brutal killing machines. •°¤*(¯`★´¯)*¤° 69𝔰𝓗𝔲𝓧.¢𝐨ᗰ °¤*(¯´★`¯)*¤°•.

Perhaps due to the recent mutation, the two werewolves seemed somewhat delirious, walking unsteadily and sniffing the air for the scent of living people.

Zhou Chen aimed at the target, pulled the trigger, and the rocket flew out with a long trail of flame, covering a long distance and hitting one of the werewolves squarely.

  

boom!!!

A dazzling burst of flame shot into the sky, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and thick smoke billowed into the air.

"Please don't let me end up with smoke but no injuries..."

Zhou Chen muttered as he rapidly loaded the second rocket, roughly aimed, and pulled the trigger again.

Another explosion occurred, and severed limbs could be vaguely seen flying out of the flames. The shockwave hurled countless fragments of soil and cement, which, swept up by the heat and the scorching wind, were involuntarily propelled into the sky. After reaching their limit, they fell densely, like a torrential rain of fire mixed with gravel and flesh.

While a werewolf's body can withstand a hail of 62mm bullets, it is absolutely no match for the bombardment of a weapon as lethal as a rocket launcher.

In particular, Zhou Chen had also covered the rocket with a layer of azure flames. When the rocket exploded, the layer of azure flames would also explode, forming a splash-type area attack.

Unfortunately, the rocket launcher didn't have enough ammunition, otherwise Zhou Chen would definitely have fired a few more rounds for a saturation bombardment, turning those two werewolves to dust.

He picked up the grenade launcher, looked warily into the distance, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

As the thick smoke gradually dissipated, a pair of fierce, scarlet eyes emerged, filled with resentment, gazing down from afar.

He's still alive... Zhou Chen pulled the trigger of the grenade launcher and began a barrage of attacks.

The werewolf was clutching a charred, mangled mass in its hand, which appeared to be the body of another werewolf, but it was so badly damaged by the explosion that its original shape was completely unrecognizable.

Undoubtedly, the werewolf used its companion's body to shield itself from the explosion, but it was still seriously injured. The right half of its body, including its right arm, was completely blown off by the explosion, and it suffered severe burns all over its body. It was also affected by the Azure Flame, enduring both physical and mental torment.

Faced with the incoming grenades, it let out a shrill cry, its curved hind legs stomping hard on the scorching black ground. The wolf shot out, dodging the grenades while moving as swiftly as an arrow, charging towards Zhou Chen.

Even after suffering severe damage, its speed remains incredibly fast.

Werewolves are brutal abyssal creatures known for their strength and speed. After a few leaps, the distance of hundreds of meters was shortened to tens of meters, and finally, it leaped up and pounced on the roof.

It collided head-on with the incoming vibrating hammer.

In that instant, the muffled sound seemed to transform into thunder, rolling outwards in all directions.

Like a watermelon being smashed, red juice splattered everywhere. The werewolf's head exploded instantly, its brains flying everywhere, and its body fell from the sky, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"It feels pretty good."

Zhou Chen shook his numb hands, put down the concussion hammer, loaded high-explosive rounds into the grenade launcher, aimed at the group of fully armed smugglers in the distance, and fired.

Boom boom boom...

Countless smugglers, caught off guard, were instantly engulfed by high-explosive bombs, turning into a bloody mess.

Suddenly, a deafening roar that tore through the air erupted, and a raging firestorm spread out.

It seems that the group was carrying some kind of high-powered alchemical bomb, but before they could release it, it was detonated by a high-explosive bomb, which triggered a chain reaction and created an even more terrifying fireworks display. Everything was buried by the raging flames and roar.

After the enemy was almost dead, Zhou Chen threw away the grenade launcher, picked up his rifle, and charged forward.

Amidst the raging flames, only a few charred corpses remained. Many more smugglers didn't even have their bodies intact. He glanced at the inferno and spotted a few items that had survived the explosion.

A helmet, a pair of gloves, and a katana.

These are all alchemical equipment.

However, the surface was now covered with obvious cracks, clearly damaged in the explosion. Even if it wasn't completely destroyed, it was probably no longer usable.

Zhou Chen's eyes were filled with heartache. He sighed softly and asked, "Are there any survivors left in the factory?"

"And then there's the supervisor. He didn't bring any equipment, just a box..."

Jiang Che paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Retreat, retreat first. I have a bad feeling that there's probably nothing good in that box."

"it is good."

Zhou Chen didn't even argue. Since his experienced superior had said to retreat quickly, he decided to retreat quickly. Anyway, the suppression team would arrive soon, and he didn't think the other side could cause any trouble.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Just as he turned to leave, a voice gritting its teeth came from behind him.

It was that manager.

He was slowly walking over, carrying a wooden box. In the very center of the box was a strange alchemical matrix, like a seal.

Zhou Chen's eyelids twitched and his scalp tingled. His keen intuition as an Ascended One told him that there was absolutely no way a spring doll or a screaming chicken would jump out of the box.

Rather, it is something extremely dangerous, extremely terrifying, and extremely evil.

The manager's expression was ferocious, like that of a demon, his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment; he was in a state of extreme rage and irrationality.

"You've killed so many of us, ruined most of our life's work, and you just want to leave like this..."

Da da da da.

Before the other person could finish speaking, Zhou Chen suddenly fired, riddling him with bullets, his brains flying everywhere, and spurting out a large amount of blood.

Before he could even finish his last words, the steward died with his eyes wide open, his body collapsing to the ground, clutching the box.

He died before he could open that box.

Zhou Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Judging from the steward's desperate stance, the box probably contained something forbidden, a cursed artifact from the abyss, or some kind of weapon of mass destruction.

Fortunately, he didn't have any martial ethics and didn't give the other party a chance to talk back.

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