Chapter 424: The Moonlight Direwolf Seras
The carriage slammed hard into the ground, and Angus Motley's figure burst through its side, thrown into the air.
Immediately afterward, a chain made entirely of seawater coiled around him, locking him in place.
"I got him!" a one-eyed pirate shouted gleefully, yanking back on the chain. Instantly, four or five flintlocks were aimed straight at Angus Motley, and the pirates pulled their triggers.
A barrage of gunfire roared. Multicolored enchanted bullets rained down, riddling Angus Motley's body with holes. Several impatient pirates even leapt down, drawing their curved blades.
"Fake," Zhou Ning exhaled quietly, shaking his head.
Through Observation Haki, he had already sensed that the Angus Motley before them was nothing but a projection made of pure energy—one of the governor's supernatural abilities.
A moment later, the illusion shattered, bursting into countless water bullets that shot in every direction. Several pirates cried out as they were struck.
At the same time, the dim red-moon glow of the streetlights suddenly flared blindingly bright. The radiance carried a purging effect, breaking all concealment spells and revealing every hidden pirate on the rooftops.
The true Angus Motley stood unharmed at the gates of the Governor's Mansion not far away, surrounded by a squad of elite guards. Clearly, he had made the smartest move—sending a decoy projection in the carriage while returning to the mansion to prepare his defenses.
Watching from a distance, Zhou Ning felt a chill. As expected, men of that level were anything but simple. In just a few moments, Angus had displayed at least three extraordinary abilities. Zhou Ning didn't act yet—he stayed hidden, quietly observing the battle.
The pirates and Angus Motley's forces clashed almost immediately. Though the werewolf Mason was at a disadvantage, he and the other pirates together managed to withstand the demigod's assault.
Mason seemed to possess a kind of instinctive danger sense—without warning, he would suddenly leap several meters aside, his powerful physique allowing him to vault and reposition with ease.
The other pirates were no less dangerous. They unleashed all manner of strange supernatural powers—some controlled lightning or water, others fought with brutal melee techniques, while a few chanted curses and debuffs that twisted the air with dark energy.
The fight quickly descended into a stalemate; neither side could gain the upper hand.
Angus Motley alone was holding back seven or eight advanced-class pirates evenly—a true demonstration of why demigods were renowned for head-on combat.
"If it were me," Zhou Ning thought silently, "I'd only be able to run against that many. Not that I'd ever let myself get cornered like this."
At that very moment, no one—not even Zhou Ning—noticed that the fat noble had climbed onto a nearby rooftop. With a strange grin, he tore open the scroll in his hand.
A crimson light burst from the heavens, bathing the area in a bloody glow. The world seemed to darken and deepen, a suffocating aura of impending ruin spreading outward.
The noble's body shriveled rapidly, his life force being drained away—a clear sign of sacrifice.
Within the scarlet radiance, a colossal white wolf, nearly five meters tall, slowly took shape. Under the red moon, its silver fur shimmered with divine brilliance, instantly drawing every gaze.
In that moment, the streetlights dimmed and went out. Even Angus Motley's magical light barriers dissolved into the dark.
The creature was unlike any ordinary wolf—it had not two eyes, but three. Between its normal pair glowed a vertical, crimson pupil filled with unfathomable mystery and a haunting psychic pressure. It was the unmistakable mark of a mythic being.
Everyone watching swallowed hard.
"That's… the Moonlight Direwolf Seras! That bastard actually hit a less-than-one-percent chance and summoned an angel-tier creature!"
A wave of dread surged through Zhou Ning's heart. By all logic, he should have noticed the noble earlier. That kind of forced blind spot could only mean one thing—some unknown artifact was interfering. Based on previous tests, such items had limited range. Could Karl Robbins be nearby again?
Before Zhou Ning could think further, the Moonlight Direwolf Seras threw back its head and howled toward the crimson moon.
"Awooo—!"
"Awooo—!"
"Awooo—!"
The howls echoed across the island, awakening something deep within countless werewolves. One after another, answering howls rose across Teldron Island.
Closer by, Mason—the werewolf first mate—snarled as his jaw elongated and his body erupted in coarse black fur, transforming into a full-fledged lycanthrope.
Even among Angus Motley's guards, seven or eight native soldiers suddenly turned, their hidden bloodlines triggered, bodies reshaping into wolves.
So that was the Moonlight Direwolf Seras's supernatural ability—it could forcibly create werewolves!
The fat noble, now reduced to a dried husk, still wore an ecstatic smile beneath his mask. With the last of his strength, he pointed toward Angus Motley. "Kill him!"
At once, every werewolf—including Seras—snapped their heads toward Angus, eyes burning with fury. That was the scroll's effect: the summoned would prioritize slaying the target the summoner had in mind.
"What now? Run—or help Angus Motley?"
Zhou Ning could already hear it: the thundering of countless feet from all directions. The sound of an army approaching—the island's entire werewolf population drawn here. The sheer scale was staggering; there had to be thousands. Even he, battle-hardened as he was, felt a chill of fear.
But if he let this go unchecked—if Angus Motley fell—Teldron City would be annihilated, another Darkland tragedy repeating itself.
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Ning steadied his thoughts, forcing calm over fear. He couldn't walk away.
He still had cards to play.
He could temporarily borrow mental power and summon the Three Phantom Gods again to suppress Seras by sheer divine rank. His current Spirit stat was 167, and with the Body of the Stars specialty granting a 30% focus boost and faster recovery, channeling six hundred borrowed Spirit should let him sustain the summon long enough to finish this quickly.
Losing twelve points of Spirit permanently—he could afford that.
Alternatively, he could borrow Agility and fight it head-on. With six hundred borrowed points, he might still stand a chance.
But there was one risk: killing the Moonlight Direwolf Seras would almost certainly enrage the true ancient god—the Doomsday Direwolf Gleipnir. Though still sealed, provoking such an existence might be disastrous.
Was it worth it?
As thoughts flashed like lightning through his mind, Zhou Ning's hand tightened on his disguised staff—the Heavenly King's Leap—which began to hum and vibrate.
Finally, he made up his mind.
In this world of corruption and chaos, the only way to stay human… was to never abandon your bottom line.
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