Chapter One, Prologue (1)

Before the wolf's words had faded, five individuals emerged simultaneously from the pitch-black forest. Through the sparse moonlight, it was vaguely discernible that the attire of these five individuals was strikingly identical: the same combat uniforms, the same military boots, and their clothing bore no insignia. However, the smiles on their faces appeared exceedingly eerie, instilling a chilling sense of dread.

Aww ... ...

The speaker is a tall, slender individual with brown hair, clearly the leader among the five. His face is adorned with a mocking smile, and his gaze towards Lin and the others is filled with derision, as if five wicked cats were toying with three pitiful little mice.

I know, no need for your reminder! The young man, known as Lin Tao, furrowed his brows and fixed his gaze firmly ahead. Although his words were cold, there was already a hint of concern in his eyes

Fool ~ You can't beat me, and your brain is so dull. Isn't it only natural for me to play with your girl? I really don't know how a waste like you got into the 'Grave Digger'! The tall, thin guy laughed wildly, and to match his demeanor, the wild girl even pressed her pale, ample bosom tightly against his arm, rubbing up and down, deliberately showing a strong sense of enjoyment in her gaze at the wolf.

As soon as the wolf came into contact with this ripple, its movements immediately slowed down. It felt as if it had fallen into a deep quagmire, not only did its actions slow down by about ten times, but even breathing became exceedingly difficult. The speed that was originally far beyond that of an ordinary person now resembled that of a turtle crawling.

There was a young man with black hair who responded in a dull manner. After answering, he somewhat disappointedly discarded the American-made military rifle in his hand and instead drew a hunting knife from his waist. He turned to a burly man with blonde hair and asked, "Wolf, what about you?"

Oh, how hypocritical you humans are, still putting on a brave front even when death is at your doorstep. That tiny bit of courage you have left might only be enough to hurl a few insults at me! Oh, by the way, this poor little hellhound belongs to you, doesn't it!

The tall and slender man spoke with a somewhat effeminate tone. He waved his hand behind him, and a wild-looking European woman emerged, dragging a bright red hunting dog behind her. The dog was as large as a calf, yet it appeared to be on the verge of death, with a gaping wound the size of a bowl on its neck, from which blood flowed freely.

The tall and slender figure leisurely observed the situation, seemingly unhurried, with an expression that carried a hint of amusement. "Are you about to go mad? No wonder you were once the Golden Wolf Warrior among werewolves. Even bound by my 'spiritual magnetic field,' you can still move. Well, I might as well send you straight to hell! Oh, by the way, after you die, I will definitely leave your corpse to those living corpses, allowing you to slowly turn into a puddle of excrement within their decaying bodies. Hahaha..." Oh, by the way, after you die, I will definitely leave your corpse to those living corpses, allowing you to slowly turn into a puddle of excrement within their decaying bodies. Hahaha...

Die! Bastard

How many bullets do you have left

Are those 'skinners' from the blood clan all dogs? How could they catch up so quickly? Lin Tao, it seems your little pup is in grave danger now!" The blond man weighed the dagger in his hand, his eyes fixed intently on the dark woods ahead without blinking.

I never expected that our group of 'grave diggers' would actually fall into the hands of a few little vampires. If this gets out, we would be laughed to death! Alas, this is truly embarrassing!

I also have a palm thunder used by my wife, and with that yellow bullet, we each have just enough to commit suicide!" After a pause, the blond giant pulled out a small silver pistol from his black military boots. However, it seemed that its delicacy outweighed its practicality. The giant fiddled with the small gun and muttered with resentment: "Even if we commit suicide, those living corpses will definitely not let us go, right? They are never picky eaters, but I really don't want to become their excrement after I die. It's just too disgusting... The giant fiddled with the small gun and muttered with resentment: "Even if we commit suicide, those living corpses will definitely not let us go, right? They are never picky eaters, but I really don't want to become their excrement after I die. It's just too disgusting..."

The wild woman turned back and cast a sultry glance at the tall, slender man, seductively walking up to him and clinging to his body. With her left hand, still adorned with a diamond ring, she brushed against the man's chest and skillfully slid it down into his pants, vigorously rubbing inside.

Suddenly, a howl resembling that of a wolfdog echoed from just ahead of the three individuals. Upon hearing it, all three felt a tightening in their hearts, enduring the pain from their injuries as they leaned against a large tree and entered a state of full alertness

"In the world of heroes, one lives and one dies; is this not what you often say? We have killed so many brothers and sisters, and one day we will pay with our lives. However, today, it is destined that no one will collect the bodies of us 'collectors of corpses.'" Wolf let out a deep sigh, clearly aware that his chances of surviving today were slim. Yet, he did not relax his grip on the knife in his hand. Too many experiences of life and death had taught them that they would never bow down and admit defeat until the very last moment.

The blond giant, in a fit of frustration, slammed his identical rifle against a nearby large tree, the force so great that the M4A1 shattered into a pile of parts. He then spat and angrily cursed, "Damn it, what a piece of junk, only capable of holding thirty rounds. Before I came, I said I wanted to bring my big one along, but you all insisted this was just a small CASS. Now look where we are, just waiting to be slaughtered..."

The wolf, which had originally been almost immobile, let out a thunderous roar, its eyes turning a deep red. Its claws began to slowly but resolutely move towards the head of the tall, thin figure, though the movement was slow.

Among the three individuals, a middle-aged man of Asian appearance suddenly spoke as he removed the magazine from his rifle, casually discarding the empty magazine. He extracted the only bullet remaining in the chamber, holding it up in his hand.

The blond giant muttered curses under his breath, but the other two paid no attention to his self-deprecation. At this moment, the blond giant had already drawn the dagger from his waist, and surprisingly, his left hand pulled out a dark grenade from behind his waist. He bit off the safety pin and glared fiercely into the dark jungle ahead, making it seem as though his threats of suicide and destruction were merely words.

In the evening, in a remote jungle in Russia

Having just transformed, the wolf let out a hoarse roar and, with a swift motion, hurled the dagger in his hand, aiming directly for the opponent's throat. At the same time, he forcefully pushed off the ground, lifting a patch of grass high into the air, propelling himself like an arrow straight towards the tall, thin figure who was still laughing.

The two-headed hellhound is certainly a waste, a breed destined to be discarded from birth, just like the three on the opposite side, haha! The tall, thin man laughed heartily, tearing open the woman's outer garment and bra in front of him, revealing a pair of slightly sagging breasts, gripping the two dark-colored "grapes" above with considerable force.

The woman threw the fully crimson hunting dog to the ground as if it were dead, and pretentiously asked: "Oh dear, I might have been a bit too rough just now, and accidentally knocked off one of its heads. Now there is only one left. But how strange, aren't the hellhounds supposed to have three heads? Why does this one only have two? My lord Marquis, what do you think is going on?"

The tall and slender figure grasped the wolf's neck, almost suspending it in mid-air. His seemingly feeble hands, however, were squeezing the wolf to the brink of suffocation, causing even the thick cervical vertebrae to emit a distressing "crack" sound.

"What a joke, vampire. Am I definitely going to die? Who knows who will be lying down today!" The wolf fiercely waved the shiny dagger in his hand, his face full of defiance.

Who said no one has received it? We have just arrived here...

With a roar, the wolf, not knowing what had pricked or stimulated it, suddenly let out a loud shout. Its muscles began to swell rapidly to an incredible extent, and thick black fur started to grow all over its body. Its mouth jutted forward, and long fangs emerged. Finally, with a crisp "crack," the wolf's combat suit could no longer withstand the expansion and tore apart, revealing a fierce humanoid giant wolf before everyone.

Three men dressed in combat uniforms are leaning against a large tree, breathing heavily. A significant amount of fresh blood is slowly flowing from the numerous gruesome wounds on their bodies, and their originally olive-green uniforms have been stained a dark red. However, they seem indifferent to this, as they continue to inspect the firearms in their hands, their faces betraying no emotion

"Don't go over there, that woman is no longer Lisa; he is deliberately provoking you!" The middle-aged man hurriedly reached out to pull the wolf back, but his strength was no match for the werewolf. Not only did he fail to hold on, but he almost fell over, helplessly watching as the wolf charged madly towards the other party.

"Find death!" The tall, thin man who had been laughing suddenly stopped, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He tilted his head to evade the dagger thrown by the wolf, which with a "thud" deeply embedded itself into a large tree behind him, the blade sinking in completely. At the same time, the wolf's claw, gathering all its strength for a strike, was less than half a meter away from him. However, the tall, thin man suddenly widened his eyes, and a nearly invisible black ripple shot from his eyes towards the wolf, which was still suspended in mid-air.