Chapter 5 Hunting
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Night has come.
Lejon returned to his bedroom.
Before he knew it, the darkness had risen within him, and the blood-thirsty monster had finally broken free from the shackles of the Sun.
Lejon looked at the silver mirror on the table, which reflected the large room.
Of the three curses, the "Hollow Soul" seems to be the least costly, preventing him from reflecting himself in the mirror.
Legend has it that mirrors reflect souls.
"Fear of the Sun" means that he will become weaker during the day and return to his mortal state, and this is still on a cloudy day.
For the sun, Lechon has a temporary countermeasure, which is to "sleep" when the sun appears.
As for how to be completely free from the sun?
Maybe the blood will help him with this, or some other mysterious item will heal him, and there is something besides the vampire statue that makes his tombstone react.
That includes the statue in the basement.
And the "bloodthirsty desire" is the most pressing question: can he let go of his prey by his own will after biting his neck?
Or will the desire for blood cause him to lose control of his body?
His instincts told him that this was going to be an urgent problem for him.
Ed is a living example of this.
He wants to control his body, so he plans to drink blood in three stages.
First of all, the blood of animals, he had just walked through the kitchen, smelled the fresh blood, and the blood of animals gave him the feeling that it was like the most difficult food to swallow in the eyes of the past.
Lacks nutrients, but fights hunger.
Second, he will drink human blood from which the body has been removed.
First try to control the thirst for blood, and if Lejon can easily do it, he will move on to the third step: find someone he can trust, suck blood, and distinguish whether this is different from indirect blood drinking.
Lechon retracted the mirror into a drawer, then turned and pushed open the window to look at the sky, where it was difficult to see the stars in Jotun because of the pollution, except for the silver moon.
Wait, if the sun is completely obscured during the day, then why does the silver moon appear in my sight at night? ’
The statue in the basement is a giant wolf prostrate in front of a curved silver moon.
Lejon suppressed the doubt in his heart, and then he looked down at the garden in the courtyard.
This is the third floor.
He put his hands on the windowsill and jumped slightly.
Lychon suddenly understood what it was like for a cat to leap from tree to tree.
His body instinctively moved, and by the time he stood firm, the mansion was already more than ten meters away from him.
The vampire ran and jumped in the night, everything flowing at a speed he couldn't react to when he was mortal, the ends of the streets he could cross with his legs, and the towering towers became low mounds of dirt.
Bang.
Lejon landed lightly on the street floor, and although there were a few pedestrians in the night, no one was aware that a terrifying monster was passing around them.
As he navigated through the night, he could feel stronger than any ordinary creature in the world, whether it was a tiger, an elephant, or even a whale, and he stood at the top of the chain of known creatures.
He is an unnatural horror monster.
Lechon raised his hand and looked at his nails, he closed his eyes, allowing instinct to overtake reason for a moment, and when he opened them again, the ends of his hands protruded slightly sharp claws, about twice the length of normal fingernails, and a terrifying cold light.
Lechon leaned over and slashed across the ground with his claws, leaving five scratches on the hard road, and he didn't even feel the resistance.
He straightened up again, and realized that Jotun's night view was clear to his eyes, and it made no difference to him whether there was a street lamp or not.
As the thought came to him, the claws on his hands turned back into nails, and something in his mouth was stretching.
He opened his bloody mouth, revealing his elongated fangs, and Lejon rubbed the back of his hand against his fangs, and then a trail of blood appeared on his hand.
But in an instant, the blood was healed.
'Hungry. ’
The bloodthirsty monster leaped up again, running from city to city at inhuman speed, and now, he had completely abandoned his reason.
Claws dug into the bricks with ease, and he climbed the walls perpendicular to the ground, jumping from building to roof, the ground no longer able to restrain him.
'I'm so hungry. ’
The silver moon is dappled and the stars are dim.
Night envelops the city of Jotun, where human behavior has become rare, but outside the city, nocturnal animals have just woken up from their sleep.
On the outskirts of the eastern part of Jotun, on the shrubby-covered plains, wolves patrol their territory, and herbivores hide in burrows and tree cavities, waiting for the sun to return to the earth.
The Silver White Wolf King, who was nearly three meters long, lay on the boulder with his head drooping, bathed in the cool moonlight, and yawned comfortably.
There is a strange smell.
It sniffled, then stood up, and other creatures had invaded its territory, hunger and anger causing it to raise its lips at the same time, revealing two canine teeth.
The wolf king vaguely saw some erect animal, standing about a hundred meters in front of it, and it immediately prostrated itself and approached its prey through the bushes and the night.
It knows that this erect creature is dangerous, and when they are in packs, even the most powerful predators will become their prey.
Even if there are only three or two, they can kill their own compatriots from a distance of dozens of meters.
But when they are alone, they are surprisingly weak.
Although their meat tasted terrible, hunting dangerous creatures made sense to the silver wolf in itself, and this erect animal was at the top of its dangerous list.
It walked patiently through the bushes, its claws making no noise, and it had a knack for hunting creatures: away from their field of vision, approaching slowly, and then biting off their necks.
The wolf king quietly reached the back of his prey.
It froze in place.
The erect creature turned out to be facing him.
Wildness triumphed over fear.
The silver wolf pounced on him, its claws slamming into its prey's head, and it bared its canine teeth, waiting for an opportunity to bite off the other's neck.
But a terrifying force suddenly descended and threw it out, and then the monster smiled bloodthirsty, its dark red eyes fixed on the silver wolf's body.
Bang!
The monster rushed at it.
At this moment, it finally realized that the monster's fangs were sharper than theirs, and its body contained terrifying power beyond its experience.
Sharp claws pierced its fur like a catfish in a river swimming inside it, easily bypassing its bones before appearing in front of its heart.
Pierced into its heart.
The silver wolf raised his head, and his melodious howl spread throughout the wilderness: "Woo~" Born in hunting, died in hunting, this is glory.
This is what Silver Moon taught it.
The monster buried its head in the wolf's body, gulping down the delicious blood, feeling the pleasure and satisfaction of a full stomach.
After a long time.
The monster slowly lifted its head from its body, its blood-red pupils reflecting a dull silver glow, and its shirt soaked in large chunks of blood.
Lejon had just tried to lift his head.
But he couldn't.
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