I Became A Zompirewolf

Chapter 351 Dire Times, Desperate Measures (2)

"Argh!"

Dozens of panicked guards and civilians yelled the moment they saw an army of undead marching down the streets. Their first thought was, that they were under attack for the second time on the same day.

Forces were immediately mobilised to take care of the problem, but to their surprise, although the undead were behaving aggressively they did not harm anyone. Instead, it felt like they were looking for something or... someone.

Mere moments ago, they had received a report of an explosion in one of the hotel rooms and were on their way there when they came across an army of undead creatures going in and out of every building they could. Everywhere they went, they turned the place upside down.

But the undead weren't alone. Along with them were wolves. However, they weren't anything like any other species they had known. These wolves had a frail-looking appearance along with translucent skin. The mindboggling fact was that these seemingly alive wolves were cooperating with the undead and behaving like search dogs sniffing around to look for something important.

They immediately reported the peculiar sight to the higher-ups, who briefly informed the guards to not do anything. According to them, Lord Shul had informed them about his 'search operation'.

Since the guards were putting their lives at risk and Lord Shul, being the kind man he was, came up with a unique way to patrol the streets. While at the same time, minimising the potential loss of life of the guards.

Although it was a weird thing to do, no one suspected Lord Shul of doing anything that wouldn't be in the interest of Euphoria.

While everyone believed whatever Shul told them... whatever he said was bullshit and a facade. You see, the moment Ashton became aware of what Leon had done, he contacted the only other monarch he was on good terms with for assistance and Shul gladly provided it to him.

"Although I can't help you by sending in personnel to aid you in the search. I will cover up your tracks at my own risk. Think of it as the payment of your good deeds from earlier, go ahead and do whatever you need to do." Ashton remembered what the monarch said.

That was the only thing Ashton needed to hear. A moment later, he summoned everyone he could to help him find Anna. Every single undead and Wraith wolf that was under his authority had joined the search.

It was no wonder everyone was freaking out the moment they saw the horde appear out of nowhere. They thought the explosion was related to the appearance of the undead and immediately fled wherever they could.

While his soldiers were scanning the streets. Ashton decided to fly over to the only place he could find Otiga. Her mansion.

[Ashton, calm down. Don't take any hasty decisions. Anger might seem strong fuel for your power, but it can consume you faster than any other emotion can.]

'...'

[Oh, come on! Say something!]

Astaroth kept trying to get a word out of him but failed over and over again. Ashton had not spoken a word after he gave the soldiers their orders, and it didn't look like he was going to talk anytime soon.

Astaroth was aware of the emotional turmoil Ashton was going through. That's why it was necessary to get him to calm down. His irrational thinking would do him more harm than good. But there was little he could do at this point.

[Damn it...]

***

Leon might have acted all confident till now. In fact, he was counting his lucky stars when the Second Monarch reached out to him with his plan. If everything went as they had planned, by dawn Leon would be on the fifth seat and Ashton would become a servant to his will.

But whenever he remembered the silent demeanour of Ashton, a chill ran down his spine. It only lasted for a moment, still, that fleeting moment was enough to make him second guess himself.

"Oi Brat, why the hell do you keep fidgeting so much?" Jacklin asked Leon in annoyance, "Don't tell me you're planning of backing out now. If you are, let me tell you what I'll do to you."

Jacklin then pointed at Otiga who had bruises all around her face and body as tattered clothes protected whatever little bit of her dignity that they could. Around her were the corpses of her loyal guards who died one after another in a desperate attempt to protect their patriarch.

"I'll do something so nasty you'll be begging me to turn you into pulp like her." Jacklin finished his statement before pouring some liquor and carefully handing it over to the person shrouded in darkness, "Sir, the drink you requested..."

It was the man behind it all. The mastermind. It was his plan to make the radicals do the dirty work for him. While he only wanted to get rid of the influence Otiga had around Euphoria, his plans ended up failing miserably. All thanks to an unforeseen obstacle and there was nothing he hated more than obstacles in his plans.

Tall and heavily built, this bronze-skinned man had a very ominous feel about him. A particularly notable feature was his missing eye. Apart from that, he also had a small wound on his right foot which resembled a bite mark.

The man, Darjud, was bald just like most of his kind. But his muscular appearance was what made him different from the rest of his Giloran brothers and sisters. After all, Gilorans were known for their frail appearance and aptitude towards mana. Which made most of them have the blue blessing, but not him.

"Thank you..." Darjud took the glass, and took a sip, before pouring the rest of it all over the succubus.

Anna woke up with a start. Her head was killing her and she couldn't concentrate. Although she was awake, she couldn't move a muscle as she lay there while the men gawked at her. However, even in this kind of situation, she did not lose her composure.

"Put the bait out," Darjud instructed them, "The fish would come looking for it, and then... we'll have a feast. But don't forget to make the bait presentable first. A little blood should attract the fish faster- Oh, it looks like the fish found us faster than expected. This would be fun."