Bang!
The firelight exploded.
The exploding bullet shattered the werewolf's head directly.
"Lost lamb, return to the bosom of the Lord."
Rod extended his hand slowly.
Sacrifice!
A flash of light, and the werewolf's corpse vanished instantly.
Rod felt the power within him increase, but not as dramatically as last time.
Clearly, the stronger one became, the more energy was required for further enhancement.
The same things would bring less feedback.
Rod put the gun into the holster at his waist.
God would forgive the sins of all mankind, and what he had to do was...
Send these damned sinners to God.
A group of militiamen witnessed Rod easily eliminate a werewolf, the expressions on their faces were quite remarkable.
Shock, fear, disbelief!
A powerful werewolf, was so easily solved?
A few militiamen had a strong sense of unreality in their minds.
Like they were dreaming.
"Can I go in now?"
Looking at those pairs of awe-inspiring and fanatical eyes, Rod didn't feel strange.
The essence of this world was to admire strength.
If it were a peaceful time, these people might fear his power.
But for these villagers whose lives were threatened by werewolves.
His appearance was a savior who could save these people from their tragic fate.
"Please come in!"
The militiamen leader, who had reacted, quickly led his men to move the obstacles blocking the middle.
They all looked at Rod cautiously.
Finally, the militiamen leader couldn't help but ask.
"You are the legendary demon hunter, Constantine!"
Constantine?
Rod was slightly taken aback, but didn't refute it.
He knew nothing about this world, if he could have a suitable alias, it could help him better adapt to this world.
Seeing that Rod did not refute it, a few militiamen took it as his default identity.
They looked at each other, their faces filled with joy.
The demon hunter Constantine, this is a demon hunter whose fame has spread throughout the Southern Continent.
He specializes in hunting those powerful demons.
If this person is really Constantine, then their village is saved.
"Where are the werewolves!"
"Where are the werewolves!"
"Kill those damned werewolves!"
At this moment, a noisy sound came.
On the street, a crowd of people with torches and pitchforks in their hands, ran towards them aggressively.
But they only saw a few militiamen and a strange outsider.
"Didn't you ring the alarm? Where are the werewolves?"
A man who looked to be in his fifties, walked out from the crowd, his face serious.
"Village head, there were werewolves, but they've been killed."
The militiamen leader said excitedly.
"Killed?"
When the village head heard this, the expression on his face froze.
Although he didn't speak, his eyes were filled with doubt.
Just relying on these guys, they want to kill a werewolf?
Did he think he was a fool?
"Village head, this is the famous demon hunter, Constantine.
"The werewolf that appeared just now was killed by him."
The militiamen leader brought the village head to Rod.
"Constantine?"
"Is this the legendary demon hunter, Constantine?"
A group of villagers whispered among themselves, their eyes looking at Rod with suspicion and fanaticism.
However, the expressions of most people were excited.
Because of the existence of the werewolves, all the villagers in this village had to live in fear.
Although werewolves had things they feared, they would become crazy once they were overly hungry.
They could attack the village at any time.
Every few days, people would die in the village.
If this continued, the destruction of this village was only a matter of time.
If this outsider was really Constantine, then they would be saved.
Listening to the few militiamen boasting how Rod easily solved a werewolf.
The villagers, who were still skeptical, gradually chose to believe.
After all, it's impossible for so many people to be lying to them.
"Mr. Constantine, you must save this village, we can bring out all the valuables."
Rod, surrounded by the crowd, awkwardly responded to these enthusiastic villagers.
He looked at the village head, but found that the village head's expression was not good.
It seemed like he wasn't happy about his arrival.
Interesting.
"It seems like there are many secrets in this village."
Rod murmured quietly.
Under the support of a group of villagers, he came to the best inn in the village and stayed.
"Mr. Constantine, it's late today, you rest here tonight."
"As for cleaning up the werewolves, it won't be too late until tomorrow."
The innkeeper was a middle-aged man, very enthusiastic.
"This is the best room we have, I will have someone come to deliver your food."
"I have no money on me."
Rod's expression was helpless, he didn't have the currency of this world.
"You killed the werewolves, you are the benefactor of our village, all your expenses in the village are free, just ask you to help us eliminate those werewolves outside the village.
The innkeeper said seriously.
Then, a smile that all men understood suddenly appeared on his face.
"Mr. Constantine should be tired, enjoy this wonderful night."