Boom!
The wooden walls of the cabin shattered.
The force of the shotgun blast sent the werewolf, whose life or death was unknown, flying out of the cabin.
As a close-combat weapon, the shotgun's destructive power was no joke.
Not even wood, let alone iron, could withstand the impact at such close range.
Rod's eyes were cold, radiating a fierce killing intent.
He reloaded his bullets and stepped out of the broken wall.
At such close range, he had hit the werewolf four times with the shotgun, a feat even a werewolf couldn't survive.
Although the werewolf was nine out of ten dead.
He was always cautious by nature.
If he was going to kill, he wanted to make sure the target had no chance of survival.
He wouldn't rest until even the corpse was offered as a sacrifice.
Until he was absolutely sure the werewolf was dead, it was still alive.
Outside.
The werewolf, covered in blood, lay motionless on the ground.
Rod slowly approached the werewolf, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Despite their strength, werewolves were ultimately flesh and blood.
Apart from their enhanced healing and physique, they were not much different from humans.
Gunshots could wound them, and severe injuries could be fatal.
He had killed two werewolves before.
When these werewolves were hit by the shotgun, their bodies were practically blown apart.
But the werewolf before him showed no such signs of severe penetrating wounds.
Countless pellets had embedded themselves deep into the flesh, but they had only managed to seriously injure him.
They hadn't been enough to kill him.
Swish!
The werewolf, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly opened them.
The next second, the werewolf's body began to transform into its beast form.
As the transformation took place, the blood-soaked body began to heal at an astonishing rate.
One by one, the pellets fell from the flesh, landing on the ground.
Within moments, new fur had grown all over the werewolf's body.
The human limbs began to change into beastly forms.
Hiss!
Rod couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Don't tell me, this is a werewolf?
He had never heard of a werewolf with skin this tough.
Even a shotgun couldn't penetrate it. How terrifying were these muscles?
"You're trying to ascend to heaven, huh?"
Without hesitation, Rod raised his shotgun and fired two shots directly at the werewolf's head.
Just like how villains often die because they talk too much.
He didn't understand why those movie characters, who could clearly have defeated the villain before he transformed, always acted like idiots and exchanged words with them.
Why did they always have to wait until the villain had a power-up and killed half of their allies?
Then, they would finally defeat the villain in a rage.
Did they have too many people on their side and wanted to sacrifice a few teammates to keep the villain entertained?
He learned his lesson. Strike while the iron is hot. Take advantage of their vulnerability.
A dead enemy was a good enemy.
After firing the two shotgun blasts, Rod didn't even have time to reload.
He pulled out his revolver and shot six bullets directly into the werewolf's eye sockets.
At that moment, the werewolf, who was howling in pain, completed the final stage of its transformation.
All traces of its werewolf form vanished, replaced by a giant grey wolf, standing over three meters tall.
At this moment, the wolf's right eye was covered in blood, half of its face blown away by the shotgun.
Its remaining left eye stared at Rod with a ferocious and savage gaze.
Good news, it was crippled.
Bad news, being crippled didn't seem to affect its combat strength.
In fact, it seemed to have made the giant wolf even more insane.
"This is going to be tough."
Rod sighed.
He couldn't blame himself for going easy on it. He had blasted its face with a shotgun, and it still wouldn't die.
Unfortunately, he didn't have any grenades.
If he did, he could stuff two high-explosives into its mouth. Even an iron stomach wouldn't survive that.
When he got back, he had to find a way to get his hands on a few boxes of grenades.
As his thoughts ended, the crazed wolf charged at him savagely.
"Roar!"
Its sharp teeth and claws, accompanied by a fierce wind, struck at Rod.
Rod rolled to dodge the attack.
A giant tree, thick enough for two people to embrace, was ripped apart by the wolf's claw.
Strength, speed, power, as well as defensive ability and recovery power.
This wolf's basic attributes were maxed out.
As he watched the wolf's wounds gradually heal, Rod couldn't help but feel a headache.
That was the thing about fighting werewolves. You either crushed them with a single strike, leaving no time for them to recover.
Or you would be slowly drained to death by them.
If he were an ordinary person, he could only wait for his death now.
Unfortunately!
"You're a werewolf, so I guess that means I'm not?"
Rod's eyes were vicious, his gums clenched tight.
He imagined a full moon rising in his mind.
In an instant, a violent and bloodthirsty beastliness surged from his blood to his brain.
"Roar!"
A suppressed growl, like a king's arrival, echoed far and wide.
For a moment, the entire forest fell silent. Even the chirping of birds disappeared completely.
Boom!
The charging wolf was sent flying by a terrifying force, knocking over several trees in a row.
Stomp!
Amidst the dust, a wolf, nearly three meters tall and covered in grey fur, slowly emerged.
A muscular body, forged from iron, with imposing muscle lines.
Its steel-needle-like fur shone with luster, its narrow beastly eyes flashed crimson.
Sharp fangs, sharp claws.
Except for its head, most of its body retained its human form.
But it radiated a wildness and beastliness unlike humans, like a wild animal.
Rod took a silver cross necklace from his pocket dimension and wrapped it around his right hand.
Of course, he would use the thing that was most effective against werewolves when fighting them.
Sizzle!
Where his hand touched the necklace, it was like pouring water onto a red-hot iron, making a harsh noise.
Rod moved his body, indifferent to the slight burning sensation on his hand.
His werewolf bloodline was special, completely different from the bloodlines of ordinary werewolves.
Therefore, ordinary silver objects had no effect on him.
Even this holy silver, imbued with divine power, could only cause him mild discomfort.
But that was all.
Even holy silver imbued with divine power couldn't really harm him.
But it was different for ordinary werewolves.
Even ordinary silver objects could be fatal to them, let alone holy silver imbued with divine power.
He looked at the wolf in front of him, which had completely transformed into a beast and lost all its sanity.
A bloody aura slowly ignited around Rod.
Berserk!
The grey fur was stained with a layer of blood.
His already maxed-out power surged even further.
Rod grinned, his sharp fangs dripping with bloodlust.
"Guess how many minutes it will take me to kill you?"
[Extra Chapter Complete]