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Chapter 514 Enjoy the Show 2



Chapter 514 Enjoy the Show 2

Ulric, Gadu and the rest of the Werewolf lot were still very new to this environment.

However, Lenny had spent two hundred days in this place running around for his life.

He knew a good amount of the place by at least the next two kilometers by heart, and a good show was about to unfold.

Because in this nightmarish dystopian world, where mutations and horrors ran rampant, a cluster of seemingly innocent trees stood tall, their gnarled branches poised like giant hammers, waiting patiently in the darkness.

The moon hung low, casting an eerie glow upon the scene, illuminating the figures that prowled beneath its pale light.

Ulric, brave leader of these werewolf Assassins, moved with sinewy grace at the forefront of his pack. Beside him, Gadu, his loyal assistant, followed, his senses alert to the slightest disturbance in the air. Unbeknownst to them, they were walking straight into a trap meticulously set by their cunning foe, Lenny.

As the werewolves ventured deeper into the woods, the air crackled with tension.

The trees, silent sentinels of Lenny\'s deception, stood with branches that were not just branches but giant, cruel hammers, ready to strike upon command. And they struck in response to stimuli, a fact Lenny had exploited to devastating effect before.

After all, he had used these same trees against the giant red Ants that sort for his life.

It was Lenny\'s wicked ingenuity that had brought them to this nightmarish grove. With a deft motion, Lenny? hurled a mutated beast at one of the unsuspecting trees.

The impact sent shockwaves through the cluster, awakening the monstrous branches to life. They came crashing down upon the werewolves, pounding with unrelenting force.

Ulric\'s keen senses detected the danger a moment too late. Three of his brave companions fell beneath the hammering blows, their lives extinguished in a heartbeat. The air filled with the sickening scent of blood and fur as their bodies were crushed by the relentless onslaught.

Two more werewolves, their bodies mangled and broken, howled in agony. Their once powerful forms were now reduced to mere remnants of their former glory, victims of the merciless assault.

They had become mushed meat paste.

Meanwhile, Lenny watched the chaos unfold from outside the cluster of trees, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. He had succeeded in luring the werewolves into his deadly trap, reveling in the devastation he had orchestrated.

Ulric, despite the loss of his pack members and the pain that echoed through his own body, refused to yield. With a primal roar, he rallied the remaining werewolves, urging them to fight on. Gadu, though a bit shaken by the tragedy, stood by Ulric\'s side, his determination unyielding.

All of a sudden, his hands moved, dancing in the air like an ethereal breeze.

Lenny saw this and frowned a little, "So you going to use it from the get go huh!?"

lenny was not knew to those motions. he had seen them before. This was negative magic.

Gadu, the Werewolf was capable of negative magic. Lenny had seen it with Appraiser when he checked out all nine of them. It was indeed a surprise to see that a Werewolf was capable of magic but that did not matter much.

He had already planned their suffering in his head. Hopefully, Gadu had enough magic to keep them safe and entertain him.

And so the battle raged on, the clash of fur and claws against the monstrous trees reverberating through the night. The surviving werewolves fought with unmatched ferocity. Ulric barked orders to secure their escape.

And their loyalty to Ulric fueling their every strike and strive. Against all odds, they managed to overpower the deadly plants, breaking their vicious branches and rendering a few of? them harmless.

In the end, the werewolves emerged victorious, but at a great cost. The fallen lay among the splintered remains of the once-menacing trees, a haunting reminder of the price paid for their survival.

Ulric, his heart heavy with grief, vowed vengeance for his fallen comrades. With a steely resolve, he turned his gaze towards the distant silhouette of Lenny, who had vanished into the shadows.

"Lenny Tales! I, Ulric the Back breaker will Fucking End you!"

"Not if I break your back first!" Lenny\'s voice echoed behind his escape.

The hunt was far from over, and the leader of the werewolves knew that he would stop at nothing to bring Lenny\'s head to his fallen pack members.

Now, it was not just the hunt, it was personal.

Breathing heavily, Ulric and his remaining werewolf companions pursued Lenny as he fled deeper into the darkness of the forest. Their eyes, still burning with the memory of their fallen pack members, were fixed on the silhouette of their foe disappearing into a foreboding cave entrance.

Unaware of the horrors awaiting them within. Yet again, another trap.

Many times, An assassin did not need to do the rough work by himself. All he needed to do was use his environment to his advantage.

This was lenny\'s goal.

Besides, he was killing two birds with one stone by borrowing the hand of one bird to strike the other.

Ulric led the way into the cave, his senses on high alert. As they ventured deeper, the cave walls seemed to close in around them, and an ominous feeling settled over the group.

Little did they know that they had entered the domain of a monstrous colony of giant red ants, each the size of a human and equipped with bodies harder than steel. These creatures, with their razor-sharp mandibles and relentless determination, were a force to be reckoned with.

As the werewolves pressed forward, the ground beneath them trembled. Suddenly, the cave came alive with movement. Giant red ants poured out from hidden crevices, their shiny exoskeletons glinting menacingly in the dim light. The air was filled with the sound of their chittering, a terrifying symphony of impending doom.

A battle ensued, more desperate and brutal than any they had faced before. Ulric, his claws slashing through the air, fought valiantly at the front lines.

Beside him, Gadu channeled his negative magic, attempting to ward off the swarm. However, the sheer number and resilience of the ants proved overwhelming. Gadu\'s powers, potent as they were, struggled to keep the onslaught at bay.

The werewolves clashed with the ants, their fangs snapping, and claws slashing. Yet, for every ant they defeated, two more seemed to take its place. The cave echoed with the sounds of combat, the scent of blood mingling with the acrid odor of the ants.

It was a normal assumption that these ants were rushing after them because of the invasion of the colony.

What the Werewolf bunch did not know was that Lenny already had an initial problem with this colony after he killed their members.

The ants already had his blood registered as an intruder that must be dealt with.

However, Lenny had set a trap the moment they had come to the hiding Hole, spraying his blood on their bodies and also using long needles carrying a part of his aura on them.

In other words, the trap for this place had been set from the moment his blood poured on them.

All he had to do next, was hide his presence, smell and position, masking it with other scents.

The moment the ants smelled his blood on the Werewolves, the Assault began.

Gadu, realizing the dire situation, pushed his negative magic to its limits, unleashing a wave of negative energy that momentarily repelled the ants. The respite was brief, but it allowed the werewolves to regroup and strategize.

Ulric, his eyes blazing with determination, barked out orders to his companions. They fought with renewed vigor, targeting the ants with calculated precision. Yet, the battle was far from won. The ants, driven by their hive mentality and their impenetrable exoskeletons, continued their relentless assault.

In the midst of the chaos, Ulric and Gadu locked eyes, their silent communication conveying a shared understanding of the gravity of their situation. With a nod, they unleashed their combined strength, a formidable display of power that momentarily pushed the ants back.

Seizing the opportunity, the werewolves fought with unmatched ferocity. They exploited weaknesses, aimed for vulnerable spots, and slowly, through sheer determination and teamwork, began to gain the upper hand.

The tide of battle turned, and the ants, once a formidable force, now found themselves on the defensive.

Lenny watched by the side, impressed by the teamwork of these Werewolves. Their strikes were with precision, backing one another like they were an extra limb.

They were many Ants, but their cooperation paled in comparison to the Werewolves.

Besides, These Werewolves were obviously built for battle.

The werewolves, their bodies battered and bruised, pressed their advantage. With a final surge of strength, they drove the remaining ants back, forcing them to retreat into the depths of the cave.

Breathing heavily, Ulric and his companions stood victorious amidst the fallen ants. The cave, once a battleground, now echoed with the silence of their triumph. Yet, their victory was bittersweet, for they knew that their pursuit of Lenny was far from over.

With steely determination, Ulric led his remaining pack members deeper into the cave, their eyes fixed on the darkness ahead. The hunt for Lenny continued, each step forward fueled by the memory of their fallen comrades and the knowledge that they would stop at nothing to devour Lenny.

Meanwhile, in the dark, Lenny chuckled eerily.


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