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M: TSIA Chapter 118: The Wolfman Sorcerer
🕑 Added 2025-03-16 13:03:02 +0000 UTCThis world is getting weirder...
First, there was a ghost of a little girl singing. Then, strange monsters jumping around. And now… werewolves?
Of course, Coulson knew about vampires and werewolves. SHIELD didn’t have much reliable intel on mysterious creatures, but they knew that werewolves and vampires existed in this world. Both were fairly numerous, possessed average abilities, and often became sources of chaos. Therefore, they were included in SHIELD's primary target list.
However, Coulson had never seen werewolves like this before.
The creature stood over three meters tall, much larger and more muscular than ordinary werewolves. Its dark red hair was long and thick, resembling the wild and untamed mane of a lion. If that were all, Coulson might still consider it just a larger-than-normal werewolf.
But what truly set this werewolf apart was...
The creature had a pair of curved horns like a goat on its head, and its legs were not like those of a human or a wolf—but rather like the strong hooves of a cow. Even more surprising, it wore a long black cloak, as if it were not just a wild beast, but a sorcerer. In its hand, the creature gripped a wooden staff over half a meter long, as if to emphasize that it was not merely a wild predator.
A werewolf sorcerer?
This information was not in SHIELD's archives.
Suddenly, a white flash struck Coulson's cheek. There was no sound, just a light that shot by so quickly that Coulson could barely react.
Then, like lightning preceding thunder, a rumble echoed around him a few seconds later.
The shockwave from the attack hit the air, causing his ears to ring and his balance to falter. Coulson staggered, nearly falling to the ground. He shook his head several times, trying to dispel the dizziness, then hurriedly turned toward the source of the attack.
The shadow of the white flash was still darting through the air. With incredible speed, the attack had now reached the sky above the fleeing werewolf.
And at that moment, thick darkness surged from all directions, enveloping the creature completely. Like an invisible guillotine, the shadow locked its prey in a grip of hopelessness.
"Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi! (Black Coffin)!"
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In an instant, the terrifying black coffin vanished, revealing the figure of the Werewolves sorcerer once more.
The sorcerer stood there with a look of horror, the man's body still in a posture ready to flee. However, it was as if an invisible force held him in place. The man's yellow eyes widened, the fur on his nape stood on end, and his claws trembled slightly—like an animal aware that its death was near.
Suddenly...
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
A faint cracking sound was heard, then grew louder, echoing in the air like ice breaking under pressure. Within seconds, horrifying cracks began to spread across the body of the Werewolves sorcerer. From his toes to his head, his skin shattered like broken porcelain, and blood gushed forth from the fissures, creating red splatters that contrasted with the dark night.
"You... eh..."
The Werewolves sorcerer stared at the figure before him with a vacant expression. A deep sense of regret shone from his eyes, which were beginning to lose their light. The monster's mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something—perhaps a final curse or a futile plea. However, no words came out.
Too late.
The blood flowing from his body was like a river running dry. All his energy was absorbed in an instant. His once powerful body was now just an empty shell. In one last breath, the Werewolves man collapsed to the ground, his body now lifeless.
[Kill the Werewolves sorcerer Vermiskovo and earn a total of 1500 points.]
Lance remained standing in his place, his expression unchanged—calm, cold, as if this was not something worthy of further attention.
Lance did not need to ask why the man had tried to curse him. And he was not interested in knowing the reason.
In short, money was the greatest motivation for many people.
The mutated Dark Young infected with the power of an evil god was a valuable treasure in the world of magic. The body of the Dark Young was made of high-quality magical material—every part of the creature could be sold for a fantastic price in the magic market. Even if not exchanged for money, components of the Dark Young could be used as barter to obtain other valuable items.
In other words, the creature was a walking gold mine.
No wonder the man had tried to seize it for himself.
However, anyone who intends to take something from another must be prepared to bear the risks. Vermiskovo failed to obtain the Dark Young and instead lost his life. Therefore, Lance felt no need to pity or blame the man.
The world of magic has its own rules—rules that are not bound by ordinary laws.
Here, power determines everything.
The Sorcerer Supreme is the strongest, and thus, the Sorcerer Supreme sets the rules. However, those rules are not rigid. As long as there are no large-scale human sacrifices or transactions with other-dimensional beings that endanger the world, the Sorcerer Supreme will not interfere in the affairs of other sorcerers.
This is why the position of Sorcerer Supreme is so respected. Sorcerers from various schools, whether white or black magic, generally still show respect to those from Kamar-Taj.
Coulson approached cautiously, his eyes fixed on the Werewolves body, now just bones and skin. Coulson's face was slightly pale, and he unconsciously licked his chapped lips before finally speaking.
"Lord of the White Sky, this..."
Lance merely waved his hand casually, ignoring the question. As Lance raised one finger, the Werewolves sorcerer's cloak fluttered slightly, and a small book floated out from within its folds.
Without hesitation, Lance caught the book and flipped through it. His eyes narrowed as he read the first few pages.
"Vermiskovo... the Werewolves sorcerer who lived in the Adirondacks," Lance murmured.
The name was not unfamiliar. In the world of magic, this man was considered a minor celebrity.
