My Werewolf System

Chapter 1161  The Grand Item

The Ironfangs were the real trouble that the Altered gangs needed to watch out for. The leaders of each of these Botanical Gardens that were spread through the city. There was a reason why the Altered Hunters were finding it hard to make progress, and it was all due to the setup of the Ironfangs.

Lupus had allowed them free rein in their territory which covered a district of the city. They were allowed to turn as many talented individuals into Werewolves as they wished and proceed through the city as they wished.

This level of freedom made each district unique for the Altered Hunters to progress. There was no set pattern, and different dangers lurked around the corner. Some weren’t even afraid of openly fighting during the day.

For most of the Altered Hunters, they didn’t like that; they believed what they were doing was justice to society, and getting the public involved in the fighting was a deterrent to their goals.

These were the reasons why the Altered Hunters had to change their tactics. Rather than just going into the city and attacking what Werewolves they could see and heading for the main castle, they would get rid of those in the Botanical Gardens.

There was also another reason for this, as to why they did things this way. The fight against Werewolves was different compared to that of Altered. Altered were hard to come by; serums were hard and expensive even for the Kings.

Yet Werewolves, with a bite, they could turn someone to their side, making them loyal in almost an instant. Not all of the Altered Hunters involved knew they were going up against Werewolves.

Many believed they were just going up against a particular type of Altered, so the situation was unheard of for them. It was most likely, although anyone could turn people into Werewolves, the rules of the pack were set so only the Ironfangs had permission to do so.

Which was why they had been made the target. With all of this information, Roman had been expecting the Ironfang to be in the Botanical Garden; they were meant to be the ones getting the jump on them.

When they saw the Werewolves in the mall, he believed that they were set up as sentinels of sorts and had been attacked, but now he knew.

“I guess my prediction of the other Altered Hunter squads being killed off was correct if you’re here, Ron the Steel Wall,” Roman said, holding tightly onto his trident.

Information had been given out to each of the squads about what the Ironfang leaders’ appearance was like, and they had quite detailed information about Ron due to the run-ins the Altered Hunters had with him so far.

“This is our city,” Ron claimed as he lifted up his hand, and several more Werewolves started to gather around him. Some were seen crawling from above, while others were coming from behind.

They were slowly creeping in rather than dashing and trying to reach them like before.

“Did you think we had no idea what your plans were, the movement around the city? Unlike you fools, we can use more than just our eyes. We have trackers knowing the movement of every single one of you we have met before in this city!”

“All we need to do is line up where you’re going to be, and done!”

What Ron was talking about was the special Hunter class Werewolves, allowing them to place a marking on specific types of people, also being able to locate them. There were no secret plans the Altered could come up with while in the city of Ruin.

“You two… when I move forward, go straight to screen four and find the dropbox. I don’t know if they found out about it or not since the dropbox was placed here long before we decided to meet up here,” Roman whispered.

“Leave you alone? We can’t leave you alone with all of these guys around you?” Innu said.

“Don’t worry, guys. I’m a five-star Altered Hunter, I’ve survived bigger situations than this,” Roman answered. “Remember, once you get the item, Blake, I’m talking to you, only use it when you have to, and limit the use to as little as possible. Now you two, go!”

Roman dashed forward after giving those words. His feet breaking the floor beneath; from the get-go, it was clear he was going all out.

As the trident was thrust forward, Ron had grabbed it with his large hand and held it straight. His arm was shaking as he held onto the trident.

“You’re strong for a human, I see, extremely strong,” Ron said with a smile, baring all the side of his teeth.

Immediately, listening to the order, Innu and Blake had run to either side. They had used the cover to quickly rush into the hallway and quickly turned to where they could see the number four.

“Don’t worry, we Werewolves are a bit more honorable than you would think,” Ron said. “This is a fight just between me and you, I won’t chase after them.”

Immediately, Ron activated the special trait of his trident as the head started to spin. It ripped right through Ron’s hand, cutting it up. Ron pulled it back in the air, his skin torn and blood dripping onto the ground, but his face still looked calm.

“This is going to be very interesting.”

Innu and Blake continued to run, and Innu was getting used to using his powers better to help in their situation. The moment a Werewolf would leap at them, he would hurl his axe, hitting them midair. It wouldn’t kill the wolves but would hurt them and take them out for enough time for them to continue running, and with his telekinesis powers, he could always get his axes back, sometimes using it in a way to hit Werewolves on the way back.

Blake had cut through the double doors, wasting no time, and they continued to run.

“I can see the crate, it’s behind the screen itself!” Blake shouted. Thankful for their special masks. Leaping up, Blake sliced at the screen and could see it carefully placed there.

Innu turned around to face the Werewolves that were coming their way. “Whatever is in there, I hope it’s enough to get us out of our situation!”

A ding sound was heard as well as the escaping gas from the box. The lid opened up, and inside, Blake could see it right there, staring at him.

The case almost looked like he was staring into darkness; his mask couldn’t pick up what was inside it.

Changing the vision, he was able to see a bit clearer; a jet black short sword looked to have been used long ago.

What was interesting was the marking on the sword guard, a large single eye with wings on it.

‘It’s just a sword…’

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