Blood Moon Wolf Eye

Chapter2

"Puff!"

The old wizard suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils dilated, and a mouthful of scalding hot blood spurted out without any warning, splashing onto the suspended crystal ball in front of him, staining a large area of dazzling scarlet. The starry light that had been flowing steadily inside the crystal ball suddenly became disordered and flickered on and off. His emaciated hands tightly clutched his violently rising and falling chest, and his wrinkled face was filled with extreme horror and confusion, as if he had witnessed the collapse of the world's laws. "Bloodline..." Source... Chaos... Origin... He spat out several words of ambiguous meaning intermittently, and his body trembled violently with intense backlash and fear.

Deep within the desolate mountains in the northwest of the continent, where thunder roars and lava flows all year round - the Ridge of Thunder Roar. Countless burly, muscular, half-human, half-beast warriors gathered around the rough boulder altar, roaring at the burning totem pole in the center. That roar from afar pierced through the rumbling of thunder and lava, like a scorching hot soldering iron, burning fiercely deep into the souls of all the orc warriors!

"Ow - woo -!!"

The powerful chief, who was over three meters tall, like an iron tower, and had dark red skin, suddenly stopped his battle roar. He looked up at the Blood Moon, and the wild fighting spirit in his eyes was instantly replaced by a deeper and more ancient sense of awe and submission! He pounded his rock-hard chest and let out a long howl mixed with excitement, shudder and instinct, as if paying homage to the supreme Being! All the orc warriors followed closely behind. The huge sound wave almost overturned the entire altar, and the pebbles on the mountain wall rustled down. It was a resonance from the depths of their blood and a primordial worship of absolute power!

And at the eastern edge of the continent, deep within that ancient forest of sighs, as if time had stood still, filled with the rich scent of life and the stench of decayed leaves. Countless sleeping ancient tree demons were awakened by that roar. Their huge bodies, formed from the trunks of ancient trees that have stood for millions of years, shook violently. The gnarled branches, like dragons, flapped frantically against the air, making a "whooshing" sound, just like the wailing of countless evil spirits. The dark green leaves rustled down like a rainstorm, covering the thick lichen. The life energy of the entire forest is fluctuating and disordered violently, as if the end of the world has come. It is the natural fear and rejection of the ultimate destructive force by ancient plants.

Deep in the dark and damp underground mausoleum, countless ancient and magnificent stone coffins are densely lined up. Inside one of the huge coffins carved from a single piece of black moonstone lies a figure with a face so handsome as to be almost demonic, dressed in ancient noble attire. That roar pierced through layers of rocks and soil, like the clarion call of the holy light's judgment, fiercely piercing into his eternal slumber!

"Uh ah -!"

The creature inside the coffin suddenly opened its eyes wide. In the absolute darkness, two blood-red flames instantly flared up in those eyes, brimming with ultimate terror! He let out a sharp, shrill, short scream like that of a night owl on the verge of death. Almost reflexive, he suddenly pushed the heavy coffin lid upwards with both hands! But he didn't even dare to take a glance at the outside world. Just sensing the aura that pierced through the coffin, which contained an absolute will to destroy, was enough to make his soul disperse! In a sorry state, he used all his strength, like a maggot avoiding the sun, rolling and crawling to push himself deeper into the coffin. With trembling hands, he pulled the lid tightly, making a dull thud. Darkness returned, but he curled up in the cold moonlit sarcophagus, his body still trembling uncontrollably and violently, his teeth giggling, and on his pale face there was only boundless fear, as if the roaring master would tear the coffin apart and turn him to ashes in the next moment. "Primordial ancestors..." Recovery... Blood Moon... "Doomsday..." His lips quivered as he silently repeated a few words. Cold fear, like a vine, clung tightly to his heart.

The dark side of the world, due to the sudden opening of these blood moon eyes, stirred up silent and overwhelming waves.

The wild b********y completely drowned out Kai's last shred of clarity. He only felt an endless force surging out from every inch of blood vessel and every muscle, with the desire to tear everything apart. The world before his eyes was blanketed in a thick color of blood, and all moving targets became the focus of his killing instinct - those pursuers who had just wantonly whipped and insulted him!

The first to be hit was a witcher holding a mace. When he saw Kai's strange change, the color on his face instantly faded. He let out a strange cry in terror, swung his heavy mace, and with the howling wind, smashed it at Kai's head. But in Kai's strange blood moon Wolf eyes, the trajectory of the howling wolf-toothed wand was so clear that it seemed to be engraved in the air, and every tiny tremor had nowhere to hide. Time seems to have been stretched countless times.

Kai didn't even make a dodging move. Just as the mace was about to touch his hair, that huge claw, covered with silver-gray bristles and with sharp claws like knives, emerged at a speed that the opponent couldn't understand at all!

"Puff!"

The sharp claws pierced through the witcher's leather armor with unparalleled precision, like a hot knife cutting into butter, without the slightest obstruction. The sound of the heart being crushed was dull and creepy. The horror on the witcher's face froze instantly, and his body collapsed limp.

"Monster!" It's Blood Moon Wolf Eyes! Hurry up! Holy Silver crossbow! Use the Holy Silver crossbow! Another witcher let out a distorted scream and, in a flustered manner, took down the heavy crossbow from behind, attempting to fill it with the silver crossbow that glimmered with a faint holy light. His movements were ridiculously slow in Kay's eyes.

Kai's figure transformed into a dark red streak of light, carrying a shrill howl that tore through the air. He no longer needed to run at all. With just a leap, he crossed a distance of several meters. The huge Wolf claws swept across with the power sufficient to split rocks!

Click! Puff!

The crossbow, along with the witcher's arm holding the crossbow, was completely cut off, carrying a pool of scalding blood as it flew into the air. The witcher had only a chance to let out half a shrill howl when Kay's other paw was already pounding on his chest like a siege hammer. The chest cavity completely collapsed, and the entire person flew out like a broken sack, hitting the tree trunk and remaining silent.