Vampires are their counterparts; wherever there are Werewolves, there are bound to be Vampires. This is a common combination in Western movies.
Moreover, they are sworn enemies. Werewolves hate Vampires, and Vampires also hate Werewolves. It's usually a love-hate relationship like that…
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
However, facing Javier's inquiry, the two monsters, already in their werewolf forms, naturally couldn't answer Javier's questions.
Instead, they roared in fury, their eyes filled with brutality and excitement. Seeing food run right to their doorstep, how could these two Werewolves let it go?
They immediately turned their heads and lunged rapidly towards Javier, displaying the savage posture of beasts intent on devouring him completely!
Their sturdy bodies were a full two meters tall.
Their dark, hard fur was densely packed like steel needles, covering their bodies and forming a strong leather outer armor. Their sharp claws could tear through anything.
Their strong muscles allowed them to easily leap several meters high, their speed was astonishing, and their sharp fangs could bite through a prey's neck. Such terrifying creatures indeed possessed a strong sense of oppression!
Even when compared to bio-organic weapons, Werewolves are on par with a Licker. Although they might not be able to defeat a Licker, the two are fundamentally similar.
So, if he were normally facing two Lickers, especially at such close range, Javier would definitely be a bit nervous.
But now… having fused with the power of the T-Virus, his mindset had become increasingly calm. This was the confidence bestowed upon him by his formidable strength.
And these Werewolves are indeed bloodthirsty beings.
Everyone only knows that Vampires in horror stories drink human blood, but they don't realize that Vampires, to survive, can also drink the blood of livestock to fill their stomachs; it just doesn't taste good.
At the same time, Werewolves are also extremely bloodthirsty beings, just like Vampires. In some sense, Werewolves are even more ferocious than Vampires.
Because Werewolves not only drink blood but also eat meat. On the night of the full moon, once they enter a berserk state, Werewolves will madly slaughter and devour everything in front of them until the berserk impulse completely cools down.
As for Vampires, perhaps if you just give it a few bags of blood, and it can suppress its so-called bloodlust for awhile…
"Bang—Bang—Bang—!!!!!"
Seeing these Werewolves lunge, Javier didn't hesitate. He pulled out his Desert Eagle quickly.
The.50 caliber bullets instantly shot out, emptying all eight rounds. An African elephant, the overlord of the land, would fall instantly if hit in the head, and the two Werewolves in front of him were naturally no exception.
"Pfft…!"
"Pfft…!"
"Bang—!!!"
The bullets pierced through flesh and blood.
The black fur on the two Werewolves's bodies offered no resistance whatsoever. While their leather hide was decent, it could only withstand the slashes of ordinary cold weapons. But against.50 caliber bullets, it was useless; at most, it was just thick paper mache.
Both Werewolves were solidly hit by four shots each, specifically in their various joints. Their massive, strong bodies immediately crashed against the basement walls, letting out pained wails.
"…"
"I heard that Werewolves's greatest fear is silver? They loathe all silver products and suffer immensely upon contact."
"But unfortunately, I didn't bring any such items today. I only brought an ordinary blade."
Watching the two Werewolves fall to the ground,
Javier unhurriedly reloaded the Desert Eagle with a new magazine, while slowly drawing the Yamato from its scabbard.
As the long katana was drawn from its sheath, Javier almost felt his arm span wasn't enough; the blade itself was over a meter long.
No wonder Vergil sometimes throws the scabbard aside. So that's why he can't draw it without throwing it away!
And according to horror story settings, although Werewolves are only afraid of silver and possess extremely strong regenerative abilities, that doesn't mean they can only be killed with silver.
Severe injuries will prevent Werewolves from recovering quickly, for example, severed arms or legs. Werewolves cannot regrow them in the blink of an eye; they can only reattach them.
And if they are decapitated, or their head and heart are destroyed, they will die immediately.
So they are not as strong as imagined—!
This is also why Javier sometimes thinks Werewolves can't even beat Lickers. Their loss of reason after Werewolves transformation aside, a Licker's tongue is extremely sharp, like a spear. If it critically strikes and directly pierces a Werewolves's brain, it will die immediately. Where would the recovery power come from?
Therefore, Javier, without a silver weapon, was not flustered at all.
It was a good opportunity to test his body's strength after fusing with the T-Virus. After drawing the Yamato, Javier didn't hesitate.
After rubbing some hair wax from his pocket, he quickly grabbed his hair, activating the [Magical Hair Gel] buff.
After use, it not only allows for showing off but also increases one's speed, strength, and endurance by five percent. The effect is amazing; any percentage-based buff has a very high ceiling in the later stages.
But realizing his hands were sticky,
Javier quickly wiped them on his pants a few times. It was too troublesome; it seemed he needed to bring a towel next time.
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
However, while he was doing these actions, the two Werewolves on the ground, shot down by the Desert Eagle, had already quickly gotten up. The bullets embedded in their limbs were squeezed out by the regenerating flesh.
The bullet heads fell to the ground with a "clank." The Werewolves, having regained their mobility, roared again and lunged towards Javier.
Their foul-smelling, blood-filled mouths opened, sharp fangs terrifyingly close. They seemed to genuinely want to bite off Javier's head and swallow it whole, so fierce was their intent!
"Clang—!"
But at this moment, a sword hum burst forth from the Yamato tightly held by Javier. The black flame blade patterns were filled with an indescribable mystery. Could this really be entering a fantasy world?
Of course not, this was just Javier providing his own sound effects. Slowly closing his eyes, his lips parted, and a faint murmur emerged:
"…"
"Rapid Iaido—————!!!!!"
The passive effect of [Yamato (Fake)] activates: allows for short-range teleportation of up to ten meters. It can teleport the user's swings or teleport the user along with the swings. It ignores all obstacles. If stuck in a wall, it will automatically bounce out. This weapon has no bugs…
The next second.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"
"Pfft pfft…!!!!"
A white light flashed, Javier's figure instantly vanished, shooting forward at extreme speed, accompanied by several powerful slashes wildly swinging out.
Cold light flashed in the air!
At the same time, blood splattered. The two Werewolves hadn't even reacted to what happened when all their limbs were severed in the blink of an eye.
Their strong arms and legs rolled onto the ground, the cuts incredibly smooth and clean. The bones inside offered no resistance whatsoever, all cleanly and neatly severed.
"Ahhh—!!!!"
At the same time, the two Werewolves continued to howl in pain.
Without the support of their limbs, their massive bodies struggled on the ground, but their powerful regenerative abilities found it very difficult to restore the severed limbs.
They could only barely stop the bleeding, because to regenerate severed limbs, they would need ample food.
"Ugh… ugh…"
At the same time, due to the severity of their injuries, the two Werewolves immediately exited their berserk state. The black fur on their bodies rapidly disappeared, and their ugly faces and fangs also vanished.
In their place were two young men with bare white butts but no limbs whatsoever, and their faces were none other than the two bastards who had previously visited Manuela's clinic.
"You're that pretty boy?!"
"I advise you not to try to kill us, otherwise, you will suffer unimaginable retaliation. Let us two go, and we will guarantee that we will never again have any improper thoughts about the girl at the clinic…"
And the two white youths also recognized Javier.
One of the Werewolves youths, after a moment of surprise, quickly begged for mercy, while also trying to bluff, hoping Javier would retreat knowing the difficulty.
Although he didn't know who Javier was, to be able to defeat two berserk Werewolves, it didn't matter now. Saving his life was paramount.
Therefore, the Werewolf youth, having regained his human sanity, quickly promised that they would absolutely not bother the pretty girl at the clinic today again.
While they were idiotic when they transformed into berserk Werewolves, as long as they changed back to humans, their brains were still barely usable.
The Werewolves youth probably guessed that Javier had chased them from the city center to the slum to punish them, most likely because of the clinic girl from that morning. They shouldn't have had designs on that clinic girl, or they wouldn't have brought trouble upon themselves.
"Oh?"
"It seems you two aren't stupid after all. Why were you interested in that clinic girl? Tell me the truth, and I might actually spare your two beasts' lives."
Javier picked up the black sword sheath from the ground and put the Yamato back into it, recovering from the power of the recent teleportation.
Listening to the Werewolves youth in front of him, he raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised, and asked.
"Walker, why are you wasting so much breath on him!"
"Pretty boy, I don't care if you're a Vampire or whatever. I advise you to leave here immediately, otherwise, if Walker and I die, you will face retaliation from the Werewolves."
"My kind will rip off your head and use it as a urinal, and that girl from your clinic will be thoroughly enjoyed and ravaged by us, and finally eaten bit by bit…"
"Pfft————!!!!"
But clearly, not every werewolf, after turning back into a human, was that smart and sensible. This one in front of him was an example.
He had just tried to utter harsh words to humiliate Javier, but was quickly struck in the neck by Javier, who pulled out another Dog Leg Knife. His entire head fell off and rolled onto the ground, instantly dying.
He didn't even finish his harsh words. After doing all this, Javier even took out his Desert Eagle and fired several shots into the head, until it became a watermelon-like mess before slowly stopping.
Javier hated it when others threatened him using his friends, let alone when that person was Manuela.
"The reason…?"
After cleanly killing one of the Werewolves,
Javier continued to question the more sensible Werewolves youth next to him. If he didn't answer, the corpse of his companion next to him would be his fate.
"The… the scent…"
"The blood of that girl in the clinic smells very different from ordinary people. It smells very good, not just simple virgin blood. We Werewolves are not Vampires."
"We're not interested in mere blood. That day, I happened to see a small knife cut the girl's finger in the clinic, and blood spilled out. The scent of her blood captivated me like an alluring fragrance. I think her body must be very good…"
Seeing Javier's ruthless actions, the Werewolves youth next to him could only confess truthfully, but when he got to the end, he didn't utter the word "eat."
He was afraid he would also end up like his stupid brother next to him, directly decapitated by a single slash—
The ultimate reason was explained clearly, and Javier also understood why these Werewolves were so interested in his little angel Manuela.