Constructing-Style Wizard
Chapter 201 - 201:105. Mysterious Ray Lee_4

Chapter 201:105. Mysterious Ray Lee_4

Translator: 549690339

The duration of the “Fear Spell” was inevitably reduced due to the difference in life levels—it was akin to the penalty for challenging a higher-level enemy in a game.

With the “Tracking the Living” always on, Noland Lee detected the ferocious werewolf immediately.

The life force of this creature was extremely strong, like a red-hot iron seared onto the magical vision of “Tracking the Living”.

Noland took a closer look.

The werewolf was almost 3 meters tall, with bulging muscles, thick fur, and long, sharp claws like short stingers.

With its mouth wide open, it was able to enclose a human head within it.

Its eyes emitted red light, indicating excellent night vision capabilities.

As soon as it approached the teams, it targeted Fars Scott within the group.

Its two arms swung in front of its body, its sharp claws tearing the air as transparent wind blades shot from its fingertips.

Several security team members couldn’t dodge in time, with the wind blades tearing their armor apart, lacerating their flesh, splattering blood, and exposing white bones.

Some even had their necks severed, heads rolling away and blood gushing out.

Screams and cries of pain hit the security team members like a heavy hammer.

Everyone raised their guns and fired, continuously pulling the triggers and emptying their magazines.

Facing the bullet storm, the werewolf bent its arms in front of its body and curved its waist slightly. After gathering a bit of force, it suddenly spread its arms and let out a sky-piercing howl.

“Awooo!”

The hairs on its body stood on end, transforming into sharp, thin spines.

The bullets collided with these upright hairs, making a crisp, clinking noise. Most of the bullets fell to the ground, while some rebounded back into the crowd, causing a bloodbath.

Having exhausted their ammunition, everyone failed to inflict any harm on the werewolf. Instead, some were injured by the ricocheting bullets.

The resounding howl deafened the security team members, who clutched their ears in pain.

Weaker individuals vomited blood and had blood seeping from the corners of their eyes. Their faces turned deathly pale as they fell to the ground.

Within this brief period, the degree of carnage reached its peak, with at least five people killed on the spot.

The werewolf took advantage of this and leaped toward Fars Scott, covering several meters in the air.

Fars was protected by a water membrane and was not afraid of being hurt.

He casually picked up a gun and fired continuously, but it was of no use.

“Damn it! I’ve really messed up this time! If it weren’t for the fact that my alchemy laboratory’s lease is almost up and I desperately need rent money, I wouldn’t have thought of transporting so much spring water at once. Get away from me, you foul-smelling werewolf!”

Fars shouted as he retreated in front of the menacing crimson eyes.

From his reaction, Noland could tell that Fars wasn’t a combat alchemist like Kent, but rather a non-combatant who was engrossed in alchemy experiments.

Noland feigned a weak cough, pinched the frame of his glasses, lifted the right lens, and revealed his black right eye.

After a flash of transparent lightning, the werewolf that was about to catch Fars once again shrieked and fled.

This time, everyone saw it clearly!

It was definitely done by the Empire People in the group!

As long as Noland stared at the werewolf with his black right eye, the latter would instantly flee the battlefield, as if encountering something extremely terrifying.

What an amazing power! How did he get such an eye?

Everyone stared at Noland curiously, only to see him coughing feebly, his voice now much hoarser.

“Be careful… *cough cough*… I’ve used my extraordinary abilities too many times today… *cough cough*… The control effect is weak… *cough*… The werewolf will be back soon.”

As Noland’s voice faded, a howl came from the bushes.

The werewolf leaped past the low plants and landed in front of the security team members, its furry face full of rage.

“Son of a bitch! Who’s attacking me?! Aha, it must have been you! Have you installed the ‘Rune of Fear’ on your alchemy stone? No wonder I keep feeling irrationally afraid of you!”

Fars was an alchemist and had a sharp mind.

He knew he had been wrongly accused, but at this point, he had no choice but to accept it.

Noland had saved him twice after all. He couldn’t possibly shift the blame to Noland when he was weak.

Fars spat on the ground and gritted his teeth, saying to the werewolf: “Come on, you stinky werewolf! I’ll show you what I can do!

“Tch, you think I can’t deal with you?”

The werewolf feigned a leap but stopped midway. After leaving some harsh words, it made several jumps and hurriedly left the scene.

“You got lucky, Fars. The Ferocious Hound Gang is watching you, as well as those treasures in your laboratory. One day, I’ll make you taste suffering.”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” The loud sound of the gun followed the werewolf’s retreating figure.

Kent, who had dealt with the Ferocious Hound Gang’s gunmen, returned to his own team.

He fired three shots at the werewolf’s back. Each bullet pierced through the tough fur and lodged into its flesh.

Due to the pain, the werewolf sped up, soon becoming a mere black shadow on the horizon.

“Ferocious Hound Gang’s bastards, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m running out of armor-piercing bullets, I’d make you pay.”

Kent blew the gun smoke from the muzzle, glanced around, and focused on the injured team members and the frightened Fars.. Lastly, he looked at Noland, who had collapsed to the ground and continued to cough lightly: