Chapter 878: Chapter 861: Werewolf Possession
The humanoid monster before him was thrown by Lann, the mighty impact causing its back to plow across the damp ground, creating a furrow.
As it scrambled to stand, it clawed at the ground in desperation, flinging clumps of wet soil everywhere.
"Roar!"
Its gaping mouth, capable of swallowing a human skull, roared—though strangely, it seed to mimic the howl of a wolf using human vocal structures.
The people in this caravan were organized by Archbishop Klimte, and their skills were comndable.
Even the non-fighting believers at least possessed the awareness not to hinder combatants.
Thus, when Lann threw the creature into the campfire’s glow, the hooded believers and Maggot n nearby imdiately scattered.
The warriors patrolling the area quickly drew their weapons, warily eyeing the monster.
Unlike typical foes who engage in a prolonged confrontation to observe an enemy’s posture and weaknesses,
this monster was literally a mad dog!
No observation, no hesitation—it seed driven solely by relentless attack and destruction.
"Awoo!"
Its naturally drooping arms, reaching its ankles, were wildly flailing.
In its brief encounter with Lann, the brute force subdued by skill was now fully unleashed.
"Kaboom!"
The scrawny, blood-streaked arms smashed into a warrior’s shield, emitting a sound akin to a war hamr strike!
The shield-bearing warrior clearly hadn’t anticipated the opponent’s imnse strength, attack range, and abrupt speed.
Holding a kite shield, he was directly hamr-flung while maintaining his shield stance!
Eyes wide beneath his helt, his hands were crushed between the shield and his torso, visibly twisted and deford.
In a move identical to the creature Lann had thrown, the warrior rolled over the wet ground, carrying clumps and mud, crashing into those around him, and ending up by the archbishop and Goddess’s carriage.
Archbishop Klimte furrowed his brow, lips tightened beneath his grizzled beard, clearly displeased.
It was utter chaos.
The enemy’s attacks were frenzied and swift; after flinging the warrior, several others were promptly knocked away.
In various directions around the camp.
So weren’t flung, rely stumbling and crawling, battered far away.
Yet it had essentially disrupted the camp’s layout.
Despite his displeasure, Klimte extended his hands from beneath his wide bishop’s robes, holding a peculiar-shaped bell resembling a religious artifact.
As he shook the bell, he muttered incantations.
A wave of warm golden light appeared at his feet, forming a circle of golden magical patterns.
With the bell’s final soft ring, the golden pattern gently expanded, sweeping over those nearby like waves.
All wounded near Archbishop Klimte seed unaffected after the golden light.
Twisted arms were restored, bleeding wounds leaving only faint traces...
This was the unique spell of the clergy, [Miracle: Interdiate Healing].
It granted the surrounding people the divine beings’ grace, healing their wounds.
Not a high-level spell, rely a ’cost-effective’ solution Klimte opted for after assessing allies’ injuries.
Soon in the chaotic camp, more instances of warm golden light flickered around.
Signs of the clergy among the crowd treating wounded who ca to them.
By then, the monster stood again, after just a frenzy of clawing.
Having discerned the monster in the darkness, Lann now drew his sword as he approached.
He naturally noticed the warm golden light amid the dim firelight, the clergy releasing [Miracle].
The supernatural forces of the Otherworld were indeed worth exploring with curiosity.
But for now, his primary target was the monster.
The monster’s chaotic flailing conveniently swept a no-man’s-land around with its long arms.
Lann, skillful and fearless, boldly charged into this no-man’s-land, entering the monster’s attack range.
Its arms resembled two segnted whips, wailing with whip force and iron hardness.
A wide attack range, fast, furious flailing.
Yet to the Demon Hunter’s keen eye, such attacks weren’t without openings.
Inside the monster’s attack range, Lann gently lifted his blade to the side.
"Dang!"
A fierce burst of sparks exploded at the point of contact between limb and blade!
The collision-induced air spread, scattering the sparks into a circular shape.
"Ow!?"
Though it continued to roar frantically, its movents inevitably stiffened.
Since it never showed any sign of intelligence, Lann didn’t consider it humanoid with judgnt capabilities.
Just as Lann had anticipated, despite feeling an inexplicable stiffness in the body, the irrational monster continued to wildly swing and thrash its two arms.
And each strike was intercepted by Lann using the technique "Climbing the Carp".
A series of compact sparks exploded.
The warriors here seed as if most of them had never witnessed such an intense battle rhythm, attacking offense with offense.
Thus, many were directly struck dumb.
The monster’s movents beca increasingly stiff and sluggish under the "Climbing the Carp" technique.
Finally, when Lann estimated it was about the right ti, there was another clash between blade and claw.
With a "clang".
The monster’s claw strike, which could instantly send several fully armored knights flying and forcibly push a circle of people to the ground,
was unexpectedly raised high after being blocked this ti.
And at this mont, Lann’s feet once again displayed the technical characteristics of using "Fairy Peak Kick
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