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Howls erupted across the wasteland.Werewolves, vampires, and grotesque sirens surged forward under Kaelan's command. Their roars filled the air as they charged at Andrew and Nyx. No one had expected things to turn hostile so quickly after the sanctuary entrance closed.Everyone not involved in the fight immediately backed away to a safe distance. Among the retreating crowd were a few of Andrew's old acquaintances. Waylon's disciple, Ezekiel, was one of them. Andrew had crippled this man back in Holtrien, yet here he was, moving with surprising agility as he quickly put distance between himself and the chaos."Mr. Sloan told me to wait for him in the Outlands and not make any rash moves," Ezekiel muttered to himself.He glanced back at Andrew, now surrounded by dark warriors, and a cold smile crept across his gaunt face. He hissed, "Andrew, I'll let you live for now." Unlike the dashing man he once was, Ezekiel had become a completely different person, now cold and ruthless.B

Andrew remained utterly calm as he faced Kaelan's overwhelming assault. He swung his sword again, the blade cutting straight toward his enemy. Kaelan's massive body surged forward with terrifying speed. Wave after wave of devastating sword energy sliced past his body, yet none could harm him in the slightest. Whenever he could not dodge, a thin protective barrier materialized around him. This energy shield looked fragile, but it effortlessly deflected Andrew's attacks every single time. It was like striking a slippery membrane because the sword energy simply bounced off. Andrew's combat instincts were razor-sharp, and he immediately narrowed his eyes, recognizing the pattern.A dull thud rang out, and Andrew's greatsword struck again, this time landing squarely on Kaelan's enormous wolf head. However, a violent recoil instantly knocked the blade aside.From Kaelan's massive jaws came a deafening roar, the sonic blast hammering directly into Andrew's eardrums. His vision went bl

The oppressive pressure was not particularly intense. However, it lingered like a blade at Kaelen's back, making him feel constantly uneasy.When he locked eyes with Andrew's pupils, where there was a swirling mix of crimson and black, his massive wolf body instinctively trembled. He mumbled, "What the hell is this?"For a brief moment, confusion flickered in Kaelen's eyes. From this human, he sensed two distinct auras, those of a werewolf and a vampire, coexisting within the same body.This should have been impossible!Although both belonged to the Dark Clans, werewolves and vampires were natural mortal enemies. Their bloodlines and powers carried poison and curses toward each other. In other words, they could not merge and actively repelled one another.If not for the changing times and the establishment of the Dark Council, along with major figures from both races forging a peace treaty to present a united front, there would be no peace between werewolves and vampires, not even

"You're asking for death!" Kaelan roared. His steel claws struck repeatedly, leaving countless afterimages in their wake.Andrew's greatsword danced before him, creating a dense web of blade shadows that clashed with the claws, sending massive showers of sparks flying. With a tearing sound, one side of Andrew's body was torn open as a claw barely grazed him, ripping a deep gash that sent blood gushing out.The werewolf lifted his bloodstained claw to his mouth and licked it. Standing upright, he grinned viciously."Boy, you should be careful. Next time, I might tear half your body off."Andrew's face remained expressionless. The torn wound slowly closed, and the bleeding stopped within moments.Such rapid recovery caused Kaelan's triumphant laughter to falter slightly.Andrew exhaled sharply, the sound like a bellows. His chest was pounding as his muscles bulged one by one. Kaelan's eyes narrowed. His face showed no fear, but his heart was beating fast.'Is this guy even human

Andrew gripped his sword with both hands and dragged it downward at an angle from Kaelan's shoulder all the way to his wrist. A gash nearly six feet long opened up, revealing bright red muscle tissue and thick bone beneath.Blood poured out even faster.Kaelan clutched his wounded arm with his other hand, panting heavily.Andrew turned to face him from just 30 feet away, his savage grin growing more pronounced.Neither spoke, and the battle had reached its true life-or-death moment. Andrew lowered his body again, and the corners of his mouth stretched even farther.At this moment, if someone claimed Andrew was a high-level vampire, no one would doubt it.Kaelan stared at the black and crimson swirling in his opponent's eyes, feeling an inexplicable chill run down his spine. He thought this human was a freak. What shocked him even more was that the wound on his arm refused to close.For a Werewolf Lord, muscle regeneration and sealing a wound should have been basic. Yet now, the

Andrew was forced back over 100 feet. The massive werewolf pounded his chest in a show of dominance, his jaws stretched wide to bare every fang.Andrew gave a savage grin, leaned forward, and launched himself toward the young, towering werewolf. The werewolf chose to meet him head-on again.Once transformed, werewolves were inevitably influenced by their bloodline, becoming savage and bloodthirsty. This was also the case with vampires. Despite being as intelligent, cunning, and sharp-minded as humans, once they transformed, their bestial instincts would emerge and take over their thoughts.Kaelan's powerful son, Remus Soros, was no exception.Andrew's relentless slaughter of the werewolf attendants had pushed him past his breaking point, and his composure vanished. He wanted nothing more than to tear Andrew apart piece by piece.In terms of keeping his cool, Remus still fell short of Kaelan. That impulsiveness earned him a lesson. A lesson paid in blood.Andrew's greatsword

This place was a region perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, surging with sinister energy. A pale, ghostly moon hung motionless in the sky above. Staring at it too long from the ground could easily leave one dizzy and disoriented.It was the werewolf clan's headquarters, the Dark Sacred Mountain. It belonged to no nation in the world. From ancient times, it had been occupied by the werewolf clans alone. According to legend, the world's first werewolf was born in the demonic cavern beneath the Dark Sacred Mountain. As Kaelan walked through the empty, dark, and evil canyon filled with massive boulders and jagged rocks, the massive bronze pillars on the sides suddenly ignited with cold, dim flames in their braziers.These flames gave light but no warmth. Instead, the passage ahead grew even colder as they burned. Several crows flew overhead. They landed on the dead, withered tree trunks perched on the mountainside beside the canyon. Then, they began pecking at the twisted corpses

A low growl forced its way out of Kaelen's throat. His rage split his lips as two fangs slid free.He stared viciously at Ragnar and roared, "Yes, I'm suffering because my son is dead! A human tore him apart, and his head was cut off! A human, a filthy, lowly creature, dared to hurt me like this! Progenitor, I need your guidance, and I need your power!"Ragnar burst into wild laughter. "Kaelen, so you finally tasted the pain brought by those wretched humans? It seemed the wisdom we Progenitors accumulated over thousands of years still meant nothing to you. You lost your son, and that idiot Viktor lost his own life as well. A complete fool, a complete waste."He continued, "And what was the other one's name again? His bloodline had just advanced, barely stepping into the Duke rank, and he was finally worth my attention. That poor little thing became a Duke and then was immediately killed by humans."Kaelen roared, "Giuliano! Progenitor, his name was Giuliano Rossi."Ragnar let out

Besides the humans, there were also over a dozen vampires and sirens, their hands and feet bound in shackles. The moment they entered the steel hall, terror flooded their faces as they began struggling frantically. Yet, it was as if some higher power was suppressing these vampires and sirens from above. Aside from their faces turning pale with fear and their bodies trembling violently, they could do nothing else. As for the majority of the human slaves, it went without saying. There were elders, children, men, and women, and every one of them stared ahead with hollow eyes, long stripped of any spark of life. At this point, they did not even know what fear was. They simply stood there blankly.Low, heavy breathing and sounds of hungry craving echoed from Ragnar on the throne, filling the cavern."Kaelen, hurry, give them to me! I need fresh, burning blood and flesh right now…"Kaelen remained expressionless as he waved his hand. At once, all the slaves were driven forward. Then

A ray of light broke through the gloomy sky. The sun finally emerged from the clouds, and a long-lost clear day arrived over the Wastelands.In a deserted lowland area stood a cluster of abandoned, crumbling shacks. Andrew slowly walked out from one of them. His pale complexion had returned to a healthy, rosy glow.Yes, rosy.He had just absorbed another werewolf duke's heart. Inevitably, the violent, bloodthirsty residue within the werewolf heart had affected him. As a result, Nyx paid the price.A full three hours passed before it finally ended.Nyx was a female martial god, so theoretically, her body should be as strong as any beast. Yet the soft, delicate parts of her had been subjected to Andrew's relentless storm of passion, leaving her unable to resist falling into an exhausted sleep.The foreign beauty's body was pale and radiant, and her golden hair was tied into a thick braid.Earlier, Andrew had gripped it in his hand like reins on a warhorse, helping him charge acr

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