Chapter 75: The Determination to Break Through (1/2)

With a swipe of her left claw, she picked up the little puppy and brought her up to her nose for a quick sniff: “sniff sniff…Abbadon hellhound…sniff sniff…Gehenna demonic wolf…sniff sniff…so you’re a mutt.”

She casually threw that out with a smile on her face.

The anger overtook her reason as Violet Snow opened her jaws and spat out a ice ball, not even caring that she was currently trapped in the palms of her opponent. Clearly, the word “mutt” was a taboo word to her.

Due to her close proximity, the ice ball hit the werewolf’s face upon leaving her mouth, freezing the werewolf’s face in a layer of ice. The werewolf’s claws immediately tightened upon being attacked, crushing her petite frame.

Wait, weren’t we having a peaceful conversation just a while ago?

Upon seeing that things had fallen apart, I immediately tried to attack her but due to my lack of close ranged abilities, all I could think of was to toss the grimoire at her, turning it into a makeshift meteor hammer. The grimoire curved in an arc, slicing through the air and landing coincidentally on the frozen layer, shattering it in an instant.

“Isn’t this enough.” She tightened her left hand, forcing out a cry of pain from the puppy trapped within, the shock from the grimoire smash clearly not affecting her. Without even checking if the puppy was alive or not, she tossed her back to me as a way of ending this matter.

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Just as I withdrew my grimoire, I caught sight of a fluffy ball of white fur flying towards me. I extended both my hands and caught it squarely in the palms of my hands, as I looked down, I discovered the identity of this fur ball. Isn’t this Princess Snow?

“Hey, are you alright?”

I gave her a shake with my hands, trying to rouse her. As if in response to the stimulus, her eyelids immediately twitched and slowly opened up. In a weak almost whisper-like voice, she said: “Mostly…”

You actually dared to beat up such an adorable puppy, are you even human?! I gave a pointed stare and shouted back at her, dissatisfaction clearly written on my face: “Don’t tell me you’re just here to humiliate us?”

“I’m not as free as you think I am.” The werewolf ended the conversation with a simple reply, not intending to waste anymore time as she got down to business: “I wish to borrow your subordinates.”

If she was knife right now, I would be the fish on the chopping board. Borrow? I bet it’s the kind of borrowing that doesn’t have a return date.

“You sure make it sound nice. Rather than borrowing, why don’t you just say snatching.” Towards this female werewolf, I had only one word for her, hypocrite.

My anger rose once more, not only did she bully Violet Snow, she had the gall to try and “borrow” my men.

“What if I don’t lend them to you?” I replied in a challenging tone.

“Killing you would make them submit to me anyway.” Even though she said that, her eyes weren’t focused on my men at all but instead darted to the weapons they wielded.

It was at this moment that Violet Snow finally recovered enough to speak. As she stood atop my palms, she stared at her attacker head-on and said in her usual deadpan voice: “You’re after those crafted equipment aren’t you?”

“Yes, I won’t deny that. However, it’s not because we covet them; demonic werewolves dislike relying on external aids like these, instead we put more faith in our own claws.” As she said this, she flashed out her own razor sharp claws as if to show off the strength of her innate weapon. At the same time, it was a veiled threat at us.

“Demonic werewolves do not use these…hindrances as they will lower our combat effectiveness instead. My true aim is for you guys to help defend against the attacks of the medusas. Those lowly creatures are truly an annoyance with their long ranged attacks.”

“If we agree to help you, what would we get in return?”

While her immense strength terrified me, this was also an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. As long as I’m able to get them on our side, attacking the Prison’s exit would be much easier. In fact, her immense strength makes it that much better for me.

“If you obey our orders well in the coming battle, I’ll promise not to kill you all and will even provide food.”

…as if I couldn’t hunt for food with an army of my own. A few patrols of undead is all it takes to fill our bellies and besides, food isn’t what I’m after.

“All these aren’t the main issues, I would like to ask you a question.”

“What question?”

“Do you all wish to leave the Prison of the Dead?”

“What!?”

Even though she’s a werewolf, it seems her ears aren’t working too well and so I had to repeat myself once more: “Prison of the Dead, in other words, this maze, do you wish to leave this place?”

The moment she heard me say this, her initial reaction was even more exaggerated than Violet Snow’s. She continuously shook her head and stared at me as if she was looking at an idiot.

“Impossible! With your current level of strength, there’s no way you can leave this place. Unless you guys can evolve into four-stars, there’s no other way you can leave this place.”

“Four-star? That will take a long time and I can’t afford to wait that long. I must leave now!”

“Honestly, I wish to leave this place as well but I just can’t leave my kinsman alone. Unless I can bring them along with me, there’s no way I’m leaving this place. However, the guards at the exit do not allow for lower level creatures to leave. With their overwhelming power, there’s no way for us to resist their commands either.”