New Companion!

The many vengeful spirits controlling his body vanished completely at once.

His body was struck hard once more, and faint scorch marks appeared across its surface.

He let out a muffled groan on the spot.

Although he had broken free of those ghostly shadows, most of his precious Living Corpses had also been dealt with.

Without their master's control, those Living Corpses naturally found it difficult to display their true combat strength.

Not far away, Stanik immediately rushed toward him from another direction.

Meanwhile, in the residential district.

A look of intoxication appeared on the Werewolf's face as he continually savored the screams coming from ahead.

The next moment, Mrs. Holmes, who was still unconscious, was torn in half.

The Werewolf once again crouched to the ground in a twisted manner, licking up the blood splattered across the floor.

"No!"

Erlinda, who had been startled awake, went pale. Extreme grief appeared on her face.

She instinctively crawled forward, wanting to use her own body to shield her mother.

As though he had caught the scent of something extraordinarily fragrant, the Werewolf raised his head again.

His savage grin was immediately revealed without restraint.

He had never easily refused food that came to him of its own accord.

The Werewolf straightened up and slowly approached.

Just then, a somewhat strange incantation rang out.

Holmes, immersed in grief, could no longer afford to mourn as he watched his daughter about to die next.

He finally remembered the peculiar Rune he had bought at an underground market.

After the Rune was activated, the Werewolf's body immediately froze in place.

All reason vanished completely from his eyes, replaced by madness and chaos in their purest forms.

The effect of this Rune was to throw the thoughts of whoever it struck into confusion.

This Werewolf