A giant red creature appeared in front of Lilith, next to Earl White. The ferocious face was that of a werewolf!

The terrifying claws of the giant beast grabbed Earl White's head. The terrifying muscles condensed and exploded!

"Pfft!"

The white count's head was crushed by the red-haired werewolf in an instant!

The sound of heavy breathing sounded in her ears. Looking at this figure, a tear fell from the corner of Lilith's eyes.

Look at this guy, the red-haired werewolf, it looks like Sherlock Klein after it has been expanded several times.

On the chest, there is a halo with red marks, cast by a being who controls magic.

"Who are you...."

A familiar feeling emerged in her memories, and Lilith suddenly covered her neck and screamed miserably.

"Ah..." She was in pain and rolling on the ground.

Looking at this scene, the red-haired werewolf Sherlock Klein was breathing heavily, his wolf eyes staring at the corpse with a condensed head on one side, fierce!

Bang! A fist quickly hit the White Earl and drove the guy into the wall. The figure of Sherlock Klein, who was four times larger than an ordinary person, turned into an afterimage! The sunlight shining through the distance due to the broken glass in the middle made the body feel painfully hot and red.

The hairy werewolf rushed directly into the ruins.

Thump thump thump…

A thumping sound from a distance! At the same time, the miserable cry of a vampire was heard!

With the identity of a demon hunter, for some reason, Sherlock Klein looks like a werewolf at this moment.

He beat up the White Count violently! Even the power of the White Count's pure-blood vampire could not withstand the terrifying power of the werewolf.

"Asshole! Asshole...ahhh! This king cannot forgive me!"

The hall of the castle was in a mess, and two figures were entangled in the corner.

The originally handsome Earl White is now very ugly, revealing his other side as a vampire, a scene that belongs to the undead.

At the same time, Lilith, who was covered in mist on the ground, had a red face, as if she was being tortured by something.

During the nearby battle, the White Earl grabbed Sherlock Klein with his weak branch-like arm, but was roughly beaten by the werewolf.

Sherlock Klein blew out a stream of hot air from his nose, and he kicked the White Earl hard in the stomach.

Not too much, then he was hit hard on the head, making a cracking sound in the skull, and two vampire ears were torn off at the same time.

The rough werewolf, these are not enough for him, and for Sherlock Klein!

As the White Count screamed and wanted to fly to a darker place, but at the moment the fog appeared, Sherlock Klein grabbed a huge palm into the black fog, grabbed the White Count's body, and then slapped him on the ground.

, then raised a hand, and the five sharp claws on it stretched and lengthened.

"Trash of blood-sucking creatures! I will give you a fatal blow!"

Inside the white eyeballs, the deep and constricted vertical pupils burst out with chills, and a hurricane swirled around Sherlock Klein's body!

He appeared, gathered his strength, spread out his five centimeter-long claws, and swung down! Tear Earl White's face apart!

The handsome and cheeky Earl White was exposed in an ugly scene. He looked like a monster living in the swamp with blood on his face!

But the moment Sherlock Klein took action, suddenly a strong force penetrated his chest!

That turned out to be Lilith with her messy hair down and her face invisible! She was holding the Sword of Integrity at the moment!

The long sword pierced Sherlock Klein's chest, and the beating heart in his chest conveyed the suffocating pain!

"Ah!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and it turned out to be dark black and red!

The swaying Sherlock Klein turned sideways and fell against the wall next to him, and then he collapsed on the ground.

In his eyes, Earl White stood up and tidied his clothes insidiously. Apart from his bloody face with two red eyes, he still showed that he was a gentleman with an aristocratic temperament.

"Haha... You are an animal with low bloodline. You don't understand the thoughts of a noble vampire. You are not even worthy of stepping on any shoes."

The White Earl humiliated Sherlock Klein, the shoe he was about to step on retracted, and the Earl's hand pinched Lilith's snow-white chin.

In the dim area where the sunlight shines in, Lilith's more beautiful face has red light flashing in her eyes.

Earl White came closer to that beautiful face and looked at Sherlock Klein, whose life was passing by, with disdain in his eyes.

"Now, what do I call you? Miss?" Earl White's face returned to its former glory, and he kissed the beautiful woman's hand.

Lilith, who had no expression on her face and shed a tear from the corner of her eye, said coldly: "Lilith..."

"Okay Miss Lilith, our dinner tonight will be delicious werewolf heart!"

Earl White rubbed Lilith, took steps elegantly, turned his head and looked at Sherlock Klein with pity: "How sad!"

"A person like you dares to touch my prey. Haha, my servants, drag him down!"

In the darkness, at the entrance to the castle's cellar, sneaky figures flickered vaguely there.

Sherlock Klein's heart was pierced by the silver sword. It was Lilith. Now Lilith has left the demon hunter camp.

When the victor, Count White, was about to walk to the window and leave the place around the sun, a strange wind was flowing.

When Count White turned around, he saw an angry roar coming towards him! A crazy blood-red figure came straight towards him.

The savage werewolves and vampires collided together. They were entangled with each other and were exposed to the sun and were corroded!

Lilith listened to Earl White's frantic shouting, indifferent, with bloodshot eyes all over her eyes.

...

At dusk when the sun was about to set, at the foot of the mountain in the black forest, in the darkness of the trees, a figure appeared.

Sherlock Klein was carrying Lilith on his back, and he was holding a cage with one hand beside him. The cage was very big, and it seemed to contain something, covered by a dark curtain, maybe it was some kind of animal.

At the edge of the black forest, the edge of the withered woods that never received sunlight, two figures appeared, one huge and one slightly smaller.

Sherlock Klein stopped. Even though he was in human form, his skin was exposed in the setting sun, but there were wisps of green smoke.

"Mother, I need your help."

He looked at the evil witch in the black forest and spoke quietly.

The black witch, who was holding an Aoki Kakuzu staff, had a dull face and seemed to be silent. She answered slowly for several seconds.

"Abandoning my identity as the fourth generation son of Grand Duke Lane, I am willing to help you and will do my best to make your choice."

"Mother, please don't complain and get angry at this moment..."

Sherlock Crane smiled weakly and happily...

The black witch's expression changed somewhat, and she snorted softly.

When the black bear opened the dark curtain of the cage, a figure with a wilted and withered body was hidden inside.

"Earl White, Sherlock Klein, you actually caught this guy?"
Chapter completed!