Chapter Eighty-Six: So Hungry!

The black werewolves were indeed agile, but it depended on whom they were compared with. Against ordinary people, they were absurdly formidable, but before Mulan, at this very moment, in the relatively narrow and crowded carriage, they could only be at a disadvantage.

Hendel kept his attention fixed on Mulan’s position as well, firing from time to time. In this state, with the werewolves locked in close combat with Mulan inside the carriage, Hendel’s marksmanship finally revealed its true level.

As a path favoring close combat, Mulan’s present understanding of the Radiant Knight’s power was to strengthen his own offense, comprehensively enhance his physical condition, and greatly suppress negative emotions and the effects of certain dark magics. Simple, yes, but powerful, at least when dealing with beings of this rank, it was more than enough.

Bang, bang...

With two more shots, another werewolf fell. Mulan had no time to reload and immediately charged the last werewolf still inside the carriage. It was clearly larger than the others, but that was no advantage at all in this cramped space.

A thunderous roar split the air.

The next instant, crash, crash...

Both windows to left and right shattered at once, fragments of glass and iron frame raining down upon Mulan as he charged. He instinctively raised both arms to block, and from the corner of his eye saw two more black shapes enter the carriage from left and right. Because he had charged too fast, the two werewolves were now positioned slightly behind him on either side.

Whistling...

At that moment, Mulan seemed almost able to hear the cutting sound of claws slicing the air.

Three werewolves attacked him almost simultaneously. Hendel, watching from behind, was startled. He hastily opened fire to cover him, but after one shot, the next click came up empty.

Damn it!

Professor!

In Hendel’s panicked shout, Mulan cut off the claw reaching from the left with one sweep of his sword, then flipped in midair and delivered a savage kick to the tall werewolf’s jaw, sending the huge beast reeling upward.

But Mulan could no longer change direction on his own, and the bullet chamber had just gone empty. A flash of cold light slashed toward him, and Mulan immediately brought his sword across to block.

With a clang, the sharp claw was neatly caught by the blade, but the tremendous force still surged through him. His whole body was sent flying sideways, directly through the huge breach left by the werewolf on the left.

Professor!

Hendel shouted again while reloading, utterly unable to save the situation. But just as Mulan was about to be flung completely out of the train, he bit down on his fangs, and as his body swept rapidly past the opening, he reached out and caught the broken upper edge of the window.

The tremendous impact still coursed through him, but using the fixed arm as a pivot, Mulan inverted himself and shot upward. When he let go, his legs spun elegantly in the air, and then he landed firmly on the roof.

Hendel, the two below are yours!

Mulan’s voice came from the roof, and it brought immense relief to Hendel and the passengers, who had been holding their breath. Cheers broke out among them.

Hendel did not shout back. He answered with action, proving he had heard. After loading silver bullets, his handgun fired in rapid succession, three shots, all striking the tall werewolf: one to the head, two to the chest. It had just been kicked by Mulan and was still dazed as it struggled to stand, only to be struck by a fatal volley.

Meanwhile, the werewolf left inside the carriage lunged forward again, and the conductor’s shotgun opened fire once more.

Bang...

“Everybody, shoot! Kill this werewolf!”

“Kill it!”

“Fire, fire!”

Along with Hendel, more than a dozen guns went off together, sweeping a curtain of bullets through the carriage. The werewolf had just crossed the gap between compartments, with not even a seat to shelter behind. No matter how nimble it was, there was nowhere to evade; in an instant, its body was riddled with bloody holes...

Mulan now stood on the roof, his feet clinging to the top of the train as though magnetized. The wind outside was fierce, and his hat had already been blown away at once. The hem of his coat snapped wildly to the side, and his hair streamed in a disordered dance.

He reached into his pocket with his left hand and took out six bullets exactly. With a flick of his wrist, the revolver’s cylinder swung open. As it turned, the six bullets slipped neatly, one by one, into each chamber.

Click.

The revolver was reloaded.

Mulan again used his left hand to tighten the fangs he held between his teeth. The werewolf blood left on the sword was still dripping away, and a little had fallen into his mouth. He stuck out his tongue, licked it, then spat to the side.

A stench of blood and filth. The scene so often seen on television was not enjoyable at all.

Sword in his left hand, gun in his right, standing atop the roof amid the raging wind, Mulan swept his gaze across the surrounding wilderness. Behind the train roof, three werewolves were charging; below, five more kept pace with the train.

He had never expected that in the wild mountains and forests less than two hundred kilometers from the capital, Digo, so many werewolves were hiding. Even more unexpected was that the blood-drinker could actually influence, perhaps even control, these low-rank werewolves.

These werewolves were not worthy opponents for Mulan now, but if they were against the students of Black Castle, even those already in the awakening stage, then with inexperience, tension, fear, and other such factors preventing them from fully using what they had learned, they might not truly be able to win one-on-one, and injuries could very well occur.

Hungry. So hungry.

A cold, ruthless smile surfaced at the corner of Mulan’s mouth. After slightly crouching, the power beneath his feet erupted, and he charged straight toward the few werewolves on the roof. Behind him, within the wings of light, the shadow of a demon faintly emerged.

Die.

Mulan’s speed was far greater than it had been inside the carriage. In just one exchange, the nearest werewolf was already cut in two, and Mulan’s speed was still increasing.

Bang bang bang bang...

The gunfire inside and atop the train continued without pause, then gradually quieted at almost the same time.

A moment later, Mulan stood at the rear of the train, one fang in hand and the revolver in the other, arms spread wide as he faced the wind, like a perfect cross. The hem of his coat streamed forward, and beneath his disheveled hair, his eyes shone with a cold, eerie light.

Awooo... Uhh...

Two werewolves were still following the train, and wolf howls continued to rise in the forest. But at this moment, faced with Mulan’s strange gaze, the two frantic beasts actually came to a stop, letting out low whines before no longer pursuing the train.

Mulan turned his head toward the carriage behind him; it seemed the danger there had also been resolved. Of course, if Hendel could not even handle what had just happened, Mulan felt he might as well have smashed his head against a brick.

He watched the werewolves stop with a cold smile, watched the shadows in the forest gradually fade, then leapt lightly forward while reaching out to grasp the rear edge of the train. He landed steadily before the last door, poked it gently with his sword, and the door swung open. After stepping inside, he closed it again by hand, preventing the baggage behind from being hurled out.

Mulan walked step by step through the carriages, some intact, some in ruins, passing by the corpses of werewolves and the bodies of a few unlucky passengers. Blood stained the carriages and inevitably stained his clothes as well, but through it all, he still reached up and wiped his face, clearing away the blood that had splashed there.

By the time he reached the middle carriages, the passengers in the front section had finally seen his return. A burst of thunderous cheers erupted.

“He’s alive!”

“This lord is alive!”

“Praise the Holy Light!”

“Wonderful!”

“Long live Lord Jones!”

Hendel was even more excited, not only because he too had achieved a result he could be proud of, but because he had seen the professor fighting in all his brilliance. That composure and ease, that strength and confidence, were like the most dazzling dancer at a ball, with all darkness serving only as his backdrop.

As Mulan approached the front carriage, the cheering actually softened. Only when a smile appeared on his face did the inexplicable tension in everyone’s hearts begin to ease.

“Lord Jones, you truly are the Queen’s Guardian Knight. So strong, simply too strong!”

The conductor was so excited he could hardly speak coherently. Hendel, by contrast, remained much calmer.

“Professor, you’ve worked hard.”

Mulan smiled at them, then gave the conductor an instruction.

“There are still a few cleaner carriages behind us. Everyone need not crowd here all the time. Conductor, organize them, clean up, and deal with the rest at the next station.”

“Yes, sir! Everyone, get moving!”

The unlucky dead were clearly all traveling alone, and no passenger showed any grief at this point. All that remained was the joy of surviving disaster, and of course, one person whose smile looked rather stiff.

As people gradually dispersed toward the rear, a train attendant, struggling to contain nerves and excitement, quietly approached Mulan.

“Lord Jones, I think I found a suspicious person...”

Mulan smiled and patted the attendant on the shoulder. Under the other man’s flattered, almost overwhelmed expression, he glanced toward the rear carriages.

So hungry...

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