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"Panther-2 have you visuals on any targets?" When in proximity, there was no need to use the communication function thanks to the proximity link function of the masks. Nikolai could sense the scent and aura of the Wraiths.

'They smell sour, like the blood of a corpse, which isn't very nice. Like fish left out in the sun for a little too long. Two are lingering in the small outhouse ahead—how can I inform Brian?'

Brian was standing ahead of him while examining the blood, yet Nikolai could sense that not once did Brian's focus around him fade. Nikolai used his Obsidian eyes to learn all he could from Brian; although the area was small, he could sense a small zone around Brian that seemed to be close to under his complete control.

"Negative, White Wolf. However, the blood leads in two directions. One ahead in that small outhouse, and then off into the woods to the right are several bloody tracks... Some seem older and dried out, though."

"I will contact Leader, then we will check the outhouse."

"Understood."

Thanks to the masks dampening all noise from the mouth. Even a hybrid like Nikolai couldn't quite hear the words from Brian's mouth, meaning that even with his Obsidian Focus, these masks were almost beyond belief.

[Maybe you could lie or bend the truth and say you have a third sense for monsters—it's weak, but you can tell when they are close?]

Elizabeth gave Nikolai an answer while he still wondered how to inform Brian about the two monsters currently... enjoying their prey in the outhouse.

'Thanks, I was thinking along those lines but worried it would seem strange, but seeing that the human warriors can make that small area of control with such low strength. It seems my ability will be believable and might get me some easy credit.'

The moonlight faded behind the dark clouds, as the night became eerier from the growls and sounds of animals from the distant forest without a single light or human to pollute it.

Nikolai grasped his blade.

It felt great as the blade slipped from his sheath without sound.

The sword was sheathed in a smooth black leather scabbard, which had multiple straps and a buckle attached, fixing it to his sword belt. The sheath's tip is reinforced with a metal shape, which has a decorative blue detail.

He closed his eyes, spreading out his senses, a strange image mapping out in his mind's eyes. It showed the inside of the outhouse, with two standing figures and three on the floor.

There seemed to be two victims and a third monster doing something to the victims.

"Panther-2, I can confirm there are three enemies in the outhouse, two standing and one on the ground—it seems to be feeding on one of the two victims." Nikolai tried to control his voice to sound a little nervous but not enough to become doubtful.

"Hmm, White Wolf, are you able to sense monsters?" Brian turned back with a look of shock. His zone also fluctuated for a moment, shrinking before returning to the two-metre sphere around him. "Maybe... Is that why your eyes are closed?"

'Ah? Could this be something I could use since I kept closing my eyes on the jeep? If this seems to be my ability and needs me to close my eyes, would they not be suspicious of me?'

Nikolai opened his eyes and let the black iris with a silver ring turn golden for a moment to show his change as if the colour of his eyes might be important for using his skill. This was a trick that Nikolai could use because Brian was skilled. He doubted Lisa would notice.

'Let's breathe a little heavier and...'

"Phew... forgive me, it's not very useful in combat because it tires me and needs full focus. Vice-Captain, only you know this secret aside from the Captain."

Brian's eyes seemed to become more relaxed and less stern as he nodded. "Okay, White Wolf, are you able to follow me? There are two entrances, according to the unfinished blueprints. I will take the eastern door closest to them and you use the western door and support me."

"Understood!" Nikolai took a deep breath, his eyes returning the shine to the golden band around his eyes, along with the blue shimmer of his pupils.

He watched Brian turn around and head towards the right-handed path, his mace readied over his shoulder, while Nikolai's steps were silent and quick—he moved like a phantom, faster than even Lisa, while Brian didn't look and reached the shrubbery just a few metres from the western door.

"White Wolf, this is Panther-2. I will engage the enemy in two minutes; you follow me one minute later and rush for the hostages. If they are down, then support me! Over!"

"Understood, White Wolf Out!"

The communications felt like the old games that Nikolai played back in his college and high school years: call of service and the field of battle. With the added desire to see blood, Nikolai's three hearts began to beat like a Mexican wave filled with anticipation and desire.

It was at that moment that Nikolai sensed something from the forest a few hundred metres away, but its power differed from the monsters in the outhouse.

A feeling of excitement, danger and jubilation filled his body. He could feel all his bloodlines, almost singing like a church choir after a saint was born.

[An Elite...]

[Nikolai, even in your Devil form... it will be difficult!]

'Mother, forgive me, but I MUST hunt my prey... I can't stop now!'

[...]

The next moment, his eyes transformed, and the black iris became filled with golden veins rather than them being blood red.

Nikolai's werewolf blood seemed to overload and cause his fangs hidden beneath the mask to deform and grow into wolfs—his arms trembled and cracked, almost transforming into werewolf arms.

"Haa....haa...." He panted several times before taking a deep breath—the enemy was in his sights.

The wrath in question was a tall male, rather lanky with little muscle, but his arms were abnormally long, and his mouth was filled with narrow, yellow teeth and a long tongue like a snake.

'His Physical Force is over 250! Ah~ I want to fight him now; come, come to me, little sheep.'

Unaware of Nikolai, it approached the outhouse with a sinister smile, the scent of human blood filling the air. Both that monster and Nikolai were long aware the human was dead. Yet he didn't care at this moment—he followed the approaching Wraith with a twisted smile hidden beneath his black mask.

Nikolai's body lowered, skulking, crawling and sneaking through the grass.

His shining eyes looked terrifying, as if his black iris were crumbling because hundreds of golden veins were pulsating across them.

"Closer... come... little... sheep!"

Woosh!

Nikolai's black blade shone under the moonlight with a devilish gleam of darkness, striking like a spider hidden in the depths of its lair. The monster's eyes widened before a burst of wind shot past its face; a blue line formed across the Wrath's face before blood oozed from the cut.

The next instant, a soft thud sounded before Nikolai's body jumped back, a sharp spike thrust towards his neck, like lightning, as the Wrath created a bloody wound in the centre of his neck.

"Hahahaha~ this is so good!" Nikolai's pupils formed into bright blue slits, almost looking silver, as he grasped the sword in his right hand, touching the bloody mark on his neck. 'Any slower, and I would be dead! Exciting!'

"Human...?" The Wraith's left arm was on the floor, blue blood spurting from the shoulder and a minor wound on the Elite's cheek, yet its face showed little emotion before licking the crimson blood that gleamed with silver and gold specks "No... Werewolf!?"

Before the Wraith could speak, Nikolai lunged forward—the sound of a heavy mace smashing into the ground echoed inside the outhouse, and he couldn't let Brian die to this bastard because it was HIS prey!

With a masterful step, his blade slipped along the Wraith's body before the black bastard sword clashed in the moonlight with the Wraith's pulsating proboscis-like blade, creating a flicker of black and blue light, each time the force driving Nikolai back further, yet his face became more ferocious and wolf-like.

"This isn't your territory, cub! Back off or die!" The Elite's aura grew, his cheek healing instantly, but the wounded arm didn't regrow. This allowed Nikolai's confidence and enthusiasm to spike further.

His movements became more natural—without a proper style or stance. Like a Fairy king, his body fluttered and danced around using the martial arts of a werewolf and vampire that he was learning from his mother and what his father drilled into him growing up.

"Fight me, Wraith! I want your head~ Ah... your blood smells so disgusting but I will still devour it all!"

"You stupid dog?! Do you think a child like you can defeat me? Our Leader will rip you apart!"

Splash!

The Sharp spike skewered Nikolai's shoulder before his eyes glowed bright blue; a sudden sense of danger filled the Wraith; despite its attempt to drink the blood of a royal werewolf, the bastard sword was already lodged in his stomach, causing him to wince for a moment.

Twist!

"ARRRRRRRRGH!"

Nikolai twisted the blade with a sadistic smile as blue blood sprayed over his body and face; the pain from the Wrath was immense; the moment it began to suck blood, it was like his veins were on fire; even his eyes burned, and he felt a dull pain.

"Urgh... You fucking mutt.... stop!"

"It hurts~ Ah... you bastard, that really fucking hurts!"

The next moment, Nikolai's right hand released the sword and grabbed the proboscis tight, his lips curling under the mask into a twisted smile. As it made a strange sound, the eyes of the Elite monster widened from the panic.

"W-What are you?! How... can such a youngling... Argh... Stop!"

"Hahahahaha!"

SNAP!

Suddenly, a dirty red and blue sludge oozed from the broken proboscis, a high-pitched scream sounding from the old Wraith's mouth as it tried to hold the snapped spike and stop the bleeding.

"You lost~ farewell."

However, Nikolai's left hand transformed into a black claw before stabbing into the abdomen of the Elite Wraith and began to devour its dull red crystals while crushing and ripping out the monster's guts and organs.

"Ngh.... Wha......Arguh..." The Wraith began to choke on its blood, a look of despair inside its eyes.

As if it met a true monster.

The Wraith killed to survive, but the monster that took its life... Clearly killed it for fun!