Blom stood motionless beside Wolf Two, who crouched low on all fours, its feral form radiating menace.
Toldo's pupils constricted as he realized the scale of what he faced. It was bad enough to encounter Blom, a massive, armored humanoid monster, but now there was also a giant wolf, nearly as large as Blom.
"Is that...his mount?" Toldo muttered in disbelief.
What kind of place was the Peter Barony?
How could such monsters lurk at its borders?
Toldo, no fool despite his brutality, prided himself on his cunning as a Beast Knight and a chieftain. Yet, here he stood, facing creatures far more terrifying than the wolves of the steppes.
"These beasts..." he thought, "they're more like the Beast God's true disciples than we are."
A wave of doubt crept over him. Could he truly escape, even with the Beast Prayer empowering him?
He clenched his fists.
No. He was a Bulgar warrior, a child of the steppes. He would rather die than flee in cowardice. He would not disgrace the Beast God.
Blom broke his thoughts.
"Relax. My master's pet and those other messenger wolves won't join the fight. It's just you and me."
"I only ask that you stay still, so I can finish my task quickly. Thanks in advance."
Toldo roared and charged forward, faster now thanks to the Beast Prayer. But Blom observed something curious in his movements—an unnatural intensity that hinted at more than just physical enhancement.
Blom backpedaled smoothly, drawing his bow and firing arrows in rapid succession.
Toldo ignored an arrow that struck his side, his speed undiminished. With a snarl, he scooped up a fallen axe mid-charge, ready to cleave his enemy in two.
'Clang!'
The axe met an arrow midair, sparks flying as the sharp steel edges collided. The arrow chipped the axe blade but was itself shattered in the process.
But then Toldo hesitated, sensing something amiss.
Blom's arrows seemed slower, and—was that a small glass vial tied to the latest shaft?
Before Toldo could react, his axe shattered the vial.
A mist of purple-gray potion erupted, clinging to his skin and seeping into his body through his pores.
Within moments, Toldo's left leg stiffened, refusing to move. He stumbled, hopping awkwardly on his right leg, shouting, "What have you done to me?"
Blom capitalized on the moment, creating more distance and loosing another arrow. This one carried a vial of Sleep Bugs Potion, which shattered on impact. A swarm of tiny magical insects emerged, burrowing into Toldo's body.
His vision blurred, and his limbs grew heavy.
Seizing the opportunity, Blom shot an arrow directly into Toldo's chest, piercing through his torso. Yet even as blood poured from the wound, Toldo refused to fall, staggering forward with his axe raised.
From afar, Su Nan analyzed the Beast Prayer through the Wolf Pack Connection.
> Analysis: The Beast Prayer allows the subject to completely ignore physical pain, enabling them to fight beyond their normal limits. However, this lack of pain awareness significantly increases the risk of fatal injuries. Unlike the stamina-based enhancements of Storm Knights, this prayer is a double-edged sword, reflecting the Beast God's cruel nature.
On the battlefield, Blom fired three more arrows, each landing cleanly in Toldo's torso. These would have been lethal blows for any normal man, but Toldo pressed on, his resolve unbroken.
Blom muttered, "That Beast Prayer of yours is terrifying. You're like a monster—still trying to take me down with you, even at death's door."
Toldo coughed up blood but grinned through the crimson spray.
"Monster? The real monsters are you...and your kind."
"I don't understand. Why are you attacking us? You're nothing like those weaklings from the Storm Kingdom."
Blom sighed and fired one final arrow into Toldo's heart. The Beast Knight fell to his knees, his strength finally giving out.
Blom stepped closer, speaking coldly.
"You attacked the merchant caravans of Maple Town. That alone sealed your fate. You violated the laws set by my master, Lord Su Nan Peter. His laws are absolute in this barony—above the words of your Beast God or even our Storm God."
"And rest assured, not just your group but the entire nearby Bulgar clan will pay for your transgressions."
Toldo's eyes widened in shock.
"Such a lord exists in the southern Storm Kingdom..." he whispered, his mind racing.
The Bulgars had rampaged freely across the kingdom for years, trampling its soldiers and leaders alike. Yet now, Toldo realized, they had underestimated the south.
He tried to rise, to fight again, to defend his tribe—only for his thoughts to end abruptly.
His head rolled to the ground, severed cleanly by an axe.
Blom froze, glancing at the source of the strike. It wasn't him, nor was it one of the wolves. The Beast Knight Squire, Toldo's own follower, stood over the corpse, wiping blood from his weapon.
The squire sneered at the lifeless head. "Beast Knight? Beast God's chosen? What a joke."
He turned to Blom, unfazed. "So, you don't seem surprised at all, do you?"
Far away, Su Nan's lips curled into a knowing smile.
"So, this is the work of the Blind Nun."
For weeks, Su Nan had been uncovering cultists attempting to infiltrate his territory. Analyzing the Bulgar's raiding patterns, he noticed an uncanny focus on his barony, as if some unseen force were steering them his way.
"And now," he mused, "a simple werewolf skirmish flushes them out."
Through the connection, Su Nan instructed Blom, "Retrieve the Beast Knight's corpse, especially his heart—it will be useful for my experiments. As for the squire, kill him. His physiology is unusual; I suspect he's not fully human. I want to study him personally."
Blom readied himself, his gaze sharpening. "So you're just another lunatic cultist."
The squire laughed maniacally, his voice laced with frost.
"You Stormlanders are all the same—blind to the truth of a world where pain is happiness. Blind to the equality and freedom we offer. But no matter. By the name of the Blind Nun, I call forth the wind of indifference!"
His eyes began to cloud over with frost, the chill spreading across his face.
Far away, Su Nan's voice rang out in Blom's mind.
"Dodge left—his attack mimics spellcraft, likely tied to an energy-world bloodline. Stay alert."
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Before Blom could react to Su Nan's warning, an invisible wind blade slashed through his armor, neck, and head in a single stroke.
Blom's head flew into the air, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at his body from above.
The wolves howled in fury, their cries echoing through the battlefield.
Blom's severed head traced an arc through the air before landing on the grass. Even in his final moments, his mind struggled to comprehend the suddenness of his death.
The Bulgar cultist smirked, his battle axe wreathed in swirling, razor-sharp winds. He turned to Wolf Two, crouched in a defensive posture, and raised the weapon high.
"Let's start by killing this mage lord's magical minions," he sneered.
The cultist's eyes gleamed with a manic light. "To think, I have the Blind Nun to thank for this strength. Her gift made me a One-Star Bloodline Wizard!"
"Tonight, I'll break through this so-called mage's territory. Glory to the Supreme Cult!"
As he prepared to bring his axe down on Wolf Two, something caught his eye. His half-blind pupils constricted as he noticed movement to his side.
Blom's body, despite having been decapitated, stood upright. The headless form bent down, picked up its severed head, and reattached it to its neck.
The wound closed rapidly, the flesh knitting itself back together as though it had never been damaged.
The cultist staggered back a step in disbelief.
Su Nan, observing through the wolf pack link, spoke calmly through Blom.
"Interesting. Your so-called spell is a manifestation of your bloodline, granting you limited access to a specific type of magic. But you don't understand the principles behind it, do you?"
"You're nothing more than a living weapon. Your bloodline provides the ammunition, and you fire it blindly without comprehension."
Su Nan's analysis continued. "It seems the term 'One-Star Bloodline Wizard' corresponds to the capabilities of a three-star apprentice mage. However, your power comes at a cost—each use brings you closer to blindness."
The Bulgar cultist clenched his teeth, glaring at the reanimated Blom. "You're...you're not the same werewolf from before, are you?"
Su Nan didn't answer.
If Blom had been a regular werewolf, he would have died. But super werewolves possess four layers of immortality. Even decapitation isn't fatal as long as the head is reattached within ten minutes.
Through his Mindlink, Su Nan had already analyzed the cultist's attacks. Each swing of the axe unleashed an invisible wind blade, powerful enough to slice through steel armor.
But this wasn't ordinary wind.
The residual frost that lingered on the cut surfaces suggested an otherworldly origin. The cultist's bloodline appeared to draw on the energy world, granting him command over an unusual type of wind imbued with destructive and freezing properties.
Su Nan concluded, "Ultimately, you're just a tool. It's not your skill that's remarkable—it's the bloodline you inherited. Without it, you'd be nothing."
Enraged, the cultist roared, "Who cares about the details? As long as I can kill, I'll use this power! What good is theory when I can just cut you down?"
"Wind of Indifference!"
He swung his axe again, sending another wind blade hurtling toward Blom.
But this time, Su Nan had anticipated the attack. Through the wolf link, he guided Blom's body into a sidestep, narrowly avoiding the strike.
The cultist's wind blade sliced through the ground instead, carving a clean line into the earth.
The cultist froze in shock. "You...you dodged it?"
Su Nan's voice echoed coldly. "Of course. Understanding the principle makes it easy to evade."
He continued, "If you understood your own power, you might find a way to mitigate its flaws. For instance, your encroaching blindness might be reversible."
"But instead, you recklessly wield your ability without thought. You squander potential, treating a gift as nothing more than a blunt tool."
Even as he spoke, Su Nan released subtle waves of magical energy at thirty-second intervals, probing the cultist's body for further insights.
His observations confirmed that the cultist's baseline spirit was 2.5, far below the norm for such power. Yet when activating his bloodline, the cultist's spirit surged to 7, equivalent to a seasoned three-star mage apprentice.
Su Nan's curiosity deepened. If he could unravel the mechanisms behind this transformation, it might be possible to replicate or adapt the effect for his own purposes.
The Wind of Indifference, too, held potential for study. Its power seemed disproportionately high compared to the cultist's physical and magical capabilities.
Su Nan smirked. "It seems every encounter with the energy world brings new opportunities."
Through the wolf link, he coordinated with Blom, splitting control of the super werewolf's body. Su Nan managed the legs, focusing on dodging attacks, while Blom controlled the arms.
"Blom, your thanks are unnecessary," Su Nan said. "I only reattached your head because it suited my purposes."
Blom chuckled nervously, even as he moved with precision under Su Nan's guidance. "Regardless, I owe you my life. Without your intervention, I'd be dead."
Su Nan replied, "Enough talk. Take over your legs—I'll handle the arms."
The cultist, meanwhile, grew increasingly unhinged as his attacks continued to miss. His swings became erratic, carving empty lines through the air.
"Why won't you stand still?" he screamed, his voice cracking with frustration. "I can't hit you! Why can't I hit you?!"
Su Nan's voice cut through the chaos. "Because you've already lost. You just haven't realized it yet."
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