Chapter 69: Success (1/2)

[Volume 2 - Bloom of the Other Shore Flower]

With a light, overhead flip, Qianye landed on the ground ten meters away as he stared coldly at the werewolf that was struggling madly where it stood in hopes of dealing one final blow before dying. However, its nervous system had been completely damaged, and it stumbled and swayed sideways with every move it made. It couldn’t hit Qianye at all, and after struggling for a moment, it collapsed on the ground and no longer got up.

Qianye slowly walked back and picked up his Ambusher. He then continued to walk deeper into the cave, but he only took a few steps before coming to an abrupt stop and shuddering. He suddenly recalled that that wasn’t his usual style of combat at all!

He tore apart flesh and blood with his own, bare hands just now! This was obviously the preferred method of slaughtering werewolves to an elite vampire!

Qianye suddenly shuddered from the bottom of his soul.

At this moment, Qianye felt an unprecedented level of panic. He found it a little difficult whether to identify himself as a human or a vampire. If he had to become a vampire one day, then he would rather just end his life right now.

He hadn’t been this afraid even when he was tainted by the black blood and at the edge of death.

This had nothing to do with interest. It was a matter of faith.

After pausing for a moment, Qianye continued going deeper into the werewolf cave. Regardless of whether he would transform into a true vampire, he had to finish this mission first.

The were more and more dead ends ahead. The cave was like a maze. However, Qianye’s charge was as lightning fast as ever, neither hesitant nor slowed at all. He had participated in almost ten operations to annihilate werewolves back at the Red Scorpions, so he was most familiar with the layout of such caves. He could identify the right route with just a little clue to aid him.

He had taken out a few more werewolves along the way.

When he saw these humanoid lifeforms baring their fur and displaying their combat form, Qianye still could not help but charge forward and tear them apart with his bare hands. After a couple of times of the same method, he gave up resisting and completely obeyed his combat instincts to end the battle in the swiftest and most effective way possible.

By now, Qianye noticed that Yu Yingnan’s information on this wolf den was a little inaccurate. The clan’s warriors were a little stronger than initially estimated. If he was delayed for even a moment, it would no longer be an ambush but rather a suicide attempt.

Suddenly, Qianye charged into a hall.

This place was wider than any of the caves he passed through earlier. There was an altar at the center of the hall, and there was a wooden totem entangled with heavy, black energy placed above it.

Several old werewolves surrounded the altar.

Right now, the hall was filled with faint-yellow mist. It was the origin drug spread through the tunnels or air vents. Although the mist was a lot thinner and spread out than before, its effect obviously hadn’t faded just yet. Several elder werewolves were sneezing continuously through the mist, looking rather discomforted by it. However, they did not plan on leaving the place at all.

Qianye’s sudden appearance in the hall caused all four werewolf elders to turn their heads in surprise. The two fastest among them had already acted, and pounced at him. However, the faint-yellow mist disrupted their movements and generated just a little unnecessary movement in their breathing.

When it was a matter of life and death, the tiniest bit of a mistake could be fatal.

Maintaining his high speed, Qianye calmly leaped into the air, drawing a light arc across half the room before landing close enough to become extremely dangerous to the elder werewolves beside him. He had switched his form in midair, and when he landed, he was already in a half-crouching posture, lifting Ambusher evenly and pulling the trigger.

An origin bullet made by Qianye himself escaped the chamber and ripped a werewolf elder’s head to shreds.

Qianye pushed his origin power madly, causing Ambusher’s gun chamber to shine with a yellow light that almost penetrated the metallic gunbarrel itself. It was a sign of the gun’s origin array being pushed to its limit. A second origin bullet escaped the chamber, and a yellow light, mingled with a single wisp of red, struck heavily onto the charging werewolf elder’s left shoulder and chest area..

Although he still had an origin bullet in his gun, it was already too late to fire it. The third werewolf elder had already pounced to above Qianye’s head. Qianye wasn’t afraid of his current inferior positioning at all as he pushed the ground with his left hand and launched himself into the air, ramming at full force into the werewolf elder as they fell some distance away.

While still in the air, Qianye shot out the spike bayonet he got from Nighteye and plunged it into the fourth werewolf elder.

At first, the werewolf elder who had been shot by an imaginary origin bullet and the one struck by the spike simply shrugged off the minor injury. One of them had even activated their wolf-shape combat form. However, they had charged only a few steps before they abruptly collapsed on the floor and spasmed non-stop. They were actually incapable of climbing onto their feet.

Qianye calmed down greatly. It seemed that the blood energy inside his handmade origin bullet was especially harmful to the werewolves. This was great news considering that the poison on Nighteye’s spike was especially effective against werewolves as well. It was only unfortunate that after this one usage, the poison on the thorn was more or less gone.

This time, it was the werewolf elder who had been sent flying by Qianye who shook its head and swiftly recovered from its stunned state. It let out a couple of low growls and bared its fangs, charging at Qianye’s once more.

Qianye grabbed his Ambusher and swiftly filled it with energy. Then, he calmly fired off his last origin bullet.

The werewolf elder’s sharp claws were just about to strike Qianye’s temples when the origin bullet hit its stomach and instantly sent it flying backwards.

The shot was not fatal, but it was enough to immobilize it for a moment.

Qianye pulled the gun bolt. He had used up all of the origin bullets he had handmade, so he reloaded with Yu Yingnan’s origin bullets. However, instead of securing the kill on the werewolf elder, he grabbed the totem and escaped immediately.