Chapter 160 – Forging Great Hatred (1/2)

Chapter 160 – Forging Great Hatred

This ability was something he wouldn’t activate unless it was a last resort. This was because the consumption of energy required to activate it was simply too large. He would only use it if it was a life or death situation, and he had to be pretty sure his life would be forfeit if not used.

When Bel reappeared again, he was already next to the Pope. Since he couldn’t take on Lei Yu, then he might as well do something that was beneficial to the Dark Council – kill the Pope!

“You f*cking bastard!” Lei Yu glared at Bel. The sudden change in the situation made him unable to react.

Bel’s hand was clamped around the Pope’s neck. He only had to use a bit of force and the Vatican would suffer their biggest loss in history.

“Ahhh~!”

As the situation became tense, a heart chilling howl was heard – this was the howl of a wolf. The first to react was Bel. When he looked over at Jonathan, who was about to be submerged into the swamp suddenly dig himself out of the mud, he could not help rejoicing in his heart. At the same time, he noticed that there was a full moon up in the sky.

“You guys are dead! Jonathan has achieved his ultimate form!” Bel faintly smiled, showing a pale face that was even more hideous under the moonlight.

An extra layer of golden hair grew on Jonathan’s back. His face that was not much different from a dog’s, was obscured by a golden light. His limbs became several times sturdier than before and the muscles on his body became more toned. His originally sharp claws and fangs started growing longer, and his previous height of 3 meters had now become about 5 meters tall. Red hair started growing from his head that was twice as long as before. With his enlarged and robust shoulders, combined with a gigantic body exuding a dark red light, Jonathan now displayed an aura that was completely breathtaking. With a body that was filled with power, even Lei Yu’s previous momentum was squashed down. The blood red eyes of the Werewolf King had never left the full moon. We could say that Lei Yu was quite unlucky to have encountered Jonathan on the night of the full moon. This was the time where a Werewolf released the full power of their nature, a time when people would fear them the most!

Jonathan didn’t say a word; perhaps it wasn’t even necessary for him to say anything. His actions would speak for him. His figure disappeared in a flash as he directly burst forward. After all, the Werewolf King was different from other werewolves. The moment he charged forward, one could see that his enlarged body did not diminish his speed in the slightest. In fact, you could say he became more agile and faster. With a muffled roar, his speed somehow doubled in an instant. His two huge front paws with sharp claws made a swiping motion, creating a loud “swishing” sound. Ten piercing white streaks of light flew straight at Lei Yu’s location.

Lei Yu wasn’t dumb enough to just stand there and wait for the attack to arrive. He leaned back forming an arch-like bridge on the ground as he beautifully dodged the attack. Lei Yu watched the ten streams of white light continue flying past him. It appeared the white light wasn’t targeting Lei Yu anymore, but started heading towards the Pope and Bel’s location.

“You freaking moron! Your violent true form truly doesn’t distinguish friend or foes!” As a last resort, Bel reluctantly released his grip on the Pope’s neck to dodge to the side.

“Not good!” Lei Yu shouted out. At a critical moment, the Ares boots shone brightly as his body charged forth like a shell being shot out of a cannon. Lei Yu’s goal was to block the ten streaks of lights heading for the Pope.

The white streaks of light were fast, but Lei Yu was even faster. He had utilized his own speed, along with the Ares boots to its maximum, making his speed almost comparable to teleporting!

“Ahh!”

“Whoosh~whoosh~” Lei Yu’s body shook a few times before standing firmly again. Fresh blood was seen dripping down his back and onto the mud.

“You… are you okay?”

Lei Yu shook a few more times before spitting out a mouthful of blood. Even he didn’t know why he would wage his life on the line to save the Pope.

Maybe Lei Yu saw the crown on top of his head, making him remember Queen Telephassa from thousands of years ago. Or maybe Lei Yu was doing this for world peace. Lei Yu didn’t consider himself as anything great; rather than let the dark forces win; he might as well protect the forces of light. To him, this was a mentality every normal person should have.

Lei Yu was heavily gasping for air. “I haven’t died yet!”

The friendship shown today, the Pope would silently remember in his heart. In the past, the Pope could be considered strictly as using Lei Yu to achieve his purposes. But now, he was truly grateful to him. That previous attack was simply too fast and its destructive powers too great. As someone that was already injured, once the attack landed on the Pope, he would definitely have died. What Lei Yu did basically saved his life, so how could the Pope not be grateful towards him?