Just as Van Helsing was suffering from pain on the operating table.

Deep in the secluded forest, Aragon, who had been closing his eyes and exercising some ability, suddenly opened his eyes like the starry sky.

"I found it, I saw their figures." Aragon stood up and stood up, staring at the three phantoms in front of him. These three figures were only visible to Aragon himself, and Xisuo on the side could not see them.

In Aragon's vision, the three phantoms composed of strange black and white lines in the air were completely different from each other's virtuality. Aragon slowly walked towards a more staring phantom in his vision. One step or two steps, Aragon stopped in front of the phantom and placed his hand on the phantom with his back to him.

"boom!!!"

The phantom touched by Aragon suddenly swelled, and two fiery red wings suddenly opened behind him, as if burning flames were red with blood. Mud-like armor attached to the whole body. The black surface was engraved with an extremely terrifying curse, emitting an evil dark red light. The sharp and huge claws were as big as half of the chest, and the tops of the shiny claws were constantly emitting strange black smoke.

At the neck wrapped in black armor, the blood-red hair looked soft and flowing, and the mane moved slightly. The extraordinary wolf head slowly turned over. The bloody eyes shining with crystal red light dragged the floating red shadow, drew two red lines in the air, and finally looked coldly at Aragon behind him. His great momentum was like a sea of ​​thousands of clouds, squeezing the young man who touched him.

"I didn't expect that there was the oldest fallen angel in this world, with a wolf-headed human body... You are the blood spirit angel--Raphael." Aragon stared at the terrifying phantom in front of him. Not only did he not retreat, he took another step forward and said:

"If you still retain the ancient angel throne, I will turn around and leave, but, unfortunately, you are now just a reincarnation who has not even awakened his soul."

While speaking, Aragon used some secret technique, but he actually disappeared into the phantom of the Blood Spirit Angel with Xisuo. Almost at the same time, they suddenly appeared in front of the werewolf ancestor MacArthur, blocking the road to return to MacArthur and the entire werewolf race.

MacArthur looked at the village that was already visible, then looked down at the two strangers who suddenly appeared, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red because MacArthur recognized it. The blonde young man in front of him was the young man who killed Van Helsing and Dracula in the spiritual book image!

"Who are you?" MacArthur asked Aragon at the same time with a look away from the tribe.

"You seem to know me? This is very interesting. Who is the existence that hinders my investigation? Tell me, I will let your descendants go." As Aragon spoke, he began to approach the tall and mighty MacArthur, and in awe, he actually crushed the werewolf ancestor in all aspects.

"I don't know what you are talking about." MacArthur had already tore his clothes to pieces as he spoke and turned into a majestic werewolf eight meters tall. He lowered his head indifferently and stared at Aragon, who was only a little taller than his knees.

"Who are you? Why are you chasing us?"

While speaking, MacArthur made a gesture to the tribe members again quietly. This time the tribe members reacted. The ancestor was delaying their time for them, and he encountered an unmatched opponent!!

In an instant, the tribe members began to transform into werewolfs two or three meters, and escaped with their hands and feet. At this point, MacArthur finally breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to his life and death, he cared more about the continuation of his tribe, because no one in the image of the spiritual book was the opponent of this young man, but then MacArthur let out an extremely sad roar!

Because the tribesmen who were escaping all over the place suddenly disintegrated, they wanted to be dismembered by a sharp blade while running! The residual meat was scattered all over the ground, but they could not die in just a few seconds.

Like a black swimming snake, he shuttled through several times, and Xisuo stepped back in the air and landed lightly beside Aragon, with no slight expression and no blood, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"My master said, let me tell you who is behind you to let your tribe go. This is a lesson. Don't be clever, you puppy."

Her whole body trembled slightly, and MacArthur shook his left and right excitedly, almost fainting.

Every tribe, from going through the ignorant stage of wisdom to controlling the power of transformation, has been forcing the werewolf to ban the werewolf for hundreds of years, because every werewolf is hard-won. They are like hermits who retired from the world, living a life of no conflict, and even if there is conflict, they are forced to resist.

No other organization is more united than the werewolf, because they love each other like a family.

Every day, I sat lazily at the head of the village like a rude man, watching the tribesmen play and live, and occasionally saying a few dirty words. This is MacArthur's greatest happiness, simple and simple.

but,

Today is like the darkest day of MacArthur's life.

My heart was beating wildly, my blood was burning, and MacArthur's soul was roaring!

How can you?

How can you?

That's it,

At random,

Kill my family?

How can you?

Just destroy it casually,

Everything I love!!!

Why do you still warn me with their precious lives!!!

"Aowu~~~~~"

An endless sad wolf roar resounded in all directions. MacArthur's eyes, which lowered the wolf's head, seemed to be infected by blood, red and terrible. He didn't even notice that he himself had partly changed from blue to red! Endless anger and sadness made MacArthur's soul tremble, and an extremely terrifying force seemed to be gradually awakening.

"Swoosh!"

There was no nonsense at all. The huge werewolf incarnated by MacArthur suddenly disappeared. When it appeared again, the endless cruel blood-colored claws had already appeared on top of Xisuo's head.

"Huh? So fast." Xisuo's face was a little silence, but he easily avoided the cruel claw of the werewolf. But this was just the beginning. MacArthur, who was gradually mad, waved his claws and completely abandoned Aragon and launched a full-strength attack on Xisuo.

At first, Xisuo was evasive easily, but soon he was forced into a mess, because MacArthur's attack speed became faster and faster, as if as long as he continued to fight like this, the speed could be fast to no end! MacArthur, who was ignited by hatred, was like an extremely huge killing machine, and this huge killing machine was not only not bulky, but also flexibly and frightening!

【Secret technique----Cutting!】
Chapter completed!