Creatures Related to Dogs Are All Great at Wrecking Houses

Night!

The wind whipped up the dark clouds, and the moonlight appeared and disappeared intermittently, shining on the shimmering sea.

An isolated island lies beneath a cliff, mostly submerged by the rising tide. On the high ground above the water, the ruins of a castle can be vaguely seen.

In the dim night, occasional flashes of thunder illuminate this corner that has been forgotten by the world.

Suddenly, the roar of propellers came from afar, and the lights of two transport helicopters shone as they began to circle the isolated island.

"The secret passage into the castle prison is located at the mouth of the cliff," Alexander said calmly. He was very familiar with the prison where his son was held, but he didn't have the courage to release him; it would be a disaster.

Don't ask why someone as cunning as Alexander would come. Even Russell said, "What if something happens?" How could he not come?

On the two transport planes, besides the Werewolf henchman carrying ultraviolet weapons, there were four hybrids, including Amelia, who had come voluntarily.

Lucian and Selene were willing to serve Russell to repay a debt of gratitude for settling a six-hundred-year-old feud between them. Lucian, in particular, was always ready to serve him faithfully, often acting as his lackey—a very genuine person.

Amelia's motives were purely impure; she coveted Russell's divine aura and wanted to possess him. Michael was similar, only his object of desire differed.

With four tough, close-combat-capable henchmen offering themselves up, Russell naturally wouldn't refuse, even though he knew some of them were after his good looks and wanted to have sex with him.

Being handsome means you'll be admired wherever you go; Russell was used to it!

Looking down at the estuary, Russell waved slightly, parting the sea to reveal the prison entrance.

There's no novelty in doing the same thing twice; it's even a bit boring. After the helicopter landed, he flipped over and jumped down, a splash of water hitting him and landing steadily at his feet.

No one else had his skill; he fell from a height of ten meters, landing on the bricks and stones and casting awe-inspiring glances at them.

The group organized their weapons and, led by Alexander, entered the prison's stone cave, using special keys to unlock mechanisms along the way and delving deeper into each level.

"Alexander, you seem to know this place very well. You must have been here quite a few times before, right?"

Alexander remained silent in the face of Russell's teasing; he did indeed come frequently.

Whenever he missed his son, he would come over and talk to William through the coffin lid. He would do most of the talking, while William would just wail along.

Alexander was old and steady, and apart from his extreme doting on his son, there was nothing else to complain about. After Russell made a few jokes, he began to look around.

A blue light shone in his eyes as he searched for Silk.

As Alexander recounted the story, he had some guesses in his mind: the snake charmer's true identity might be Wizard, similar to Saruman, the white-robed mage who trained Uruk-hai, or perhaps a biologist in the magical world.

Alexander's mutated bloodline attracted the Wizard who wanted to experiment on him, but was refused. So the wizard chose to experiment on his son instead.

This analysis is reasonable and about 90% similar to the truth. Russell silently gave himself a thumbs up for his intelligence.

As for why the mage wasn't burned to death and where he escaped to, the truth lies within this prison. Russell guessed it was a teleportation array, just like the Nameless Female Corpse he encountered; the sealed entrance was a teleportation array.

About ten minutes later, led by Alexander, the group arrived at the bottom after winding their way through the maze of passages and saw the huge coffin where William was imprisoned.

Russell narrowed his eyes and saw a dense, dark light beneath the iron-clad coffin.

"Move the coffin to the side; there's something underground."

There was no Magic Power, and it wasn't a teleportation array, which was slightly different from his guess. However, it wasn't a big problem. The dark light and shadow swirled like a vortex, clearly contrasting with the surrounding colors, and couldn't escape his Magic Power perception.

Everyone was taken aback. The iron coffin was embedded in the rock wall, and the only way to move it would be with explosives. They all looked at Alexander.

I'm going to blow up your son, no objections?

Alexander's face darkened. Sure enough, if he hadn't come along, something might have happened to William!

"Give me some time. I'll release William first, and you can make your move later." After saying this, Alexander used a special key to open the iron coffin before Russell could speak.

The group did not stop him. In terms of bloodline, apart from Russell, everyone else here could be regarded as a descendant of Alexander, and they respected him quite a bit.

Russell didn't interfere much. William, the progenitor of Werewolf, was quite powerful, but with his father present, his son couldn't cause any trouble.

"Roar roar roar————"

Inside the coffin, a two-meter-tall, silver-gray, upright giant wolf exuded ferocity. Smelling the human scent in the air, it immediately went into a berserk killing spree, letting out a roar that had been suppressed for many years.

"William! Calm down, I am your father."

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because William got angry as soon as he did. He recognized the voice; it had been chattering outside the coffin every few days, keeping him awake at night.

"Roar!!"

William brandished his sharp wolf claws, grabbed his old father by the neck, opened his blood-red maw, and bit down with his fangs.

Splat!

Alexander withdrew his arm, nodded to Russell, and turned to walk toward his son, who was stuck to the wall.

I've already told you I'm your father, and you still dare to bite me!

Alexander was heartbroken and for a moment forgot that his mentally challenged son was intellectually deficient. He raised his fist and gave him a loving lesson.

The scene of a father beating his son is always a source of amusement, and the group watched the spectacle with amusement until Russell coughed lightly, at which point they realized what was happening, dug up the bricks and stones on the ground, and began to plant explosives.

Russell walked to the side and watched as Alexander gave William a sound beating, turning him from a savage Werewolf into a howling Husky. He secretly chuckled to himself.

However, the thought of the prison's layout made him uneasy.

What a coincidence!

William's coffin was pressed down on top of the black vortex, just like the eye of the great formation. Back then, when Viktor... no, when Selene's family built the prison, the feng shui master they hired must have had a problem.

However, he quickly dismissed his absurd idea, arguing that there were no feng shui masters in the Western world, and the timing didn't match up either.

The prison was built 600 years ago, Alexander chased the Wizard here 1400 years ago. The interval is too long, perhaps... it really is a coincidence.

"Sir, the explosives have been planted."

"Be careful not to blow up the cave."

"Please rest assured!"

Boom! Boom! Boom—

Creatures associated with dogs are known for their destructive tendencies, Werewolf are no exception. Lucian's henchmen are experts at using explosives, calculating and then blasting rocks layer by layer.

Supernatural events soon occurred: after an explosion, the shattered rocks vanished into thin air, leaving behind a smooth, flat area.

Russell channeled his Magic Power into his eyes, and the smooth, marble-like surface vanished, replaced by a pitch-black vortex.

Just as he was marveling at it, the Cross necklace on his chest slowly rose up and moved toward the vortex at a snail's pace.

Russell: "..."

He silently gripped the Cross, his heart churning with turbulent emotions. Sister Madeline's unassuming smile appeared before his eyes. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it, but now, reflecting on it, he realized that every word the old woman spoke held profound meaning.

"Give this to the departing traveler, and the Lord will bring you good luck..." Muttering to Sister Madeline, Russell couldn't help but sigh. Those who sweep the floor are all monsters. This trick works not only in the East but also in the West.

Lucian looked at the smooth, flat ground. Seeing that Russell didn't speak, he leaped... but didn't jump down. He took out a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it in.

Everything was quiet; nothing happened.

The group looked at each other, waiting for someone to volunteer to scout ahead, but not a single hairy man stepped forward.

Lucian eagerly said, "My lord, why don't you let me..."

Russell shook his head slightly. Lucian's performance had won him a lot of goodwill, and he wouldn't let the other party take the lead. He swept his eyes around like knives, finally fixing them on Amelia.

Amelia's expression changed. It wasn't that she was afraid of dying, but that she was afraid that after she died, there would be no one to take care of Russell. She immediately hugged his arm, indicating that the ominous object still had value, at least it was pleasing to the eye.

Russell thought about it and realized that made sense. He cleared his throat and said, "Alexander, look at this... this... William... you know what I mean!"