Chapter 181: Demoness and Werewolf

Walking on the streets of Yumu City, Silas saw traces of war everywhere.

On the ground, on the walls of houses, there were bullet marks and holes everywhere. The walls of some houses had been blown down, leaving only half standing. In the middle or at the edges of the streets, there were collapses and craters from explosions.

Combined with the blood-red setting sun, it gave an indescribable sense of desolation and sorrow.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but looking at these scenes, Silas gradually smelled a pungent gunpowder odor.

After entering, Silas didn't leave in a hurry but followed the previous convoy to their freight station. While they were loading and unloading goods, Silas used some minor mystical means and smoothly retrieved his backpack, which had been sandwiched between wooden barrels.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and the city, which had just calmed down from the smoke of gunpowder, was enveloped by nightfall.

Silas found a relatively mid-range inn and, for 20 Langs a night, rented a twenty-square-meter room facing the river.

The room was relatively clean but slightly damp, which was very uncomfortable for Silas, who was used to living in dry environments.

"From the current situation, it is estimated that Vanas's territory in the entire country is only left with one capital city. The surrounding satellite cities have all been captured by the Duke of the Mountains."

Silas pondered, put down some irrelevant luggage, put on his combat gear, and left the room with his staff and keys.

Although he didn't plan to stay here for too long, he still needed to gather some intelligence. Regardless of future aspects, there was no harm in it.

Yumu City at night was not bustling but very quiet, even somewhat deathly still.

Due to the war, many buildings had been damaged, and the lights on both sides of the streets were sparse and intermittent.

"It seems the people here haven't had much nightlife recently. So, the idea of gathering information at the tavern is also dashed," Silas muttered as he walked on the silent road.

Due to the war and the rampaging werewolves, people were very afraid of the night. Looking down the dark streets, not a single figure could be seen, as if it were a dead city.

"No people, but that doesn't mean no intelligence. Since it's said that it's not peaceful here at night, let's see if I can encounter something not so peaceful," Silas thought.

Silas, whose overall strength had significantly improved, was not afraid of trouble. In the current situation, he was very willing to determine the mystical situation in the city by encountering some mystical duels.

"That young man at dusk said he was a descendant of dragons, and his accent had a hint of the Northwind Continent. Then, it's likely he's a believer of Dragonflame."

"Currently, there are also known members of the Jizhou Research Institute and the Death Cult. There should be other mystical organizations as well."

Thinking of this, Silas adjusted his posture, hid his body in the shadows, then rang the bell of his spirit to conduct a simple reconnaissance of the surroundings.

Puff… puff…

Just as the bell sound was released, Silas heard a series of heavy gasps.

His body gradually tensed, and Silas slowly turned his head.

At the corner of the street, a tall shadow gradually approached under the moonlight, and those heavy gasps became clearer.

Silas closed his eyes to perceive the feedback from the bell sound. A tall humanoid figure, about two meters in height, appeared in his mind.

He slowly tightened his grip on the staff in his hand, preparing for battle.

Three seconds later, the owner of the shadow appeared before Silas.

It was a beastman, two meters tall, with a sturdy build, covered in long grey fur all over its body.

It had a long, narrow face and mouth like a wolf, sharp and huge claws, and thick, powerful legs. Its appearance was almost identical to the werewolves in legends.

Walking past the street corner, its large nose sniffed the air.

The next second, a pair of turbid, blood-red eyes locked onto Silas.

"Huff, huff, huff…" After seeing Silas, the werewolf's breathing gradually became heavy, its eyes flashing with ferocity. Its ferocious mouth, full of fangs, opened wide and suddenly pounced towards Silas.

Silas flicked his staff and said eagerly, "Just right, let me see what kind of creature this legendary werewolf is."

Just as this werewolf leaped up and pounced towards Silas.

Whoosh! The werewolf's entire body suddenly burst into intense flames.

These flames seemed to appear out of thin air, instantly covering its entire body. Moreover, the flames were very fierce, seemingly without a burning process, directly turning its fur, skin, and body tissues into pitch-black charcoal.

Silas's expression became even more cautious because these flames were somewhat strange.

The night was still quiet. It took less than ten seconds for the werewolf to burn from ignition to flame extinction.

And now, the werewolf was emitting black smoke from its entire body, which was completely carbonized, as if it had just been incinerated.

"Outlander, didn't anyone warn you not to go out at night?" a somewhat weak voice sounded in the darkness.

Silas looked in the direction of the sound. In the alley across the street, a woman in tight-fitting leather armor was leaning against the wall, looking at him.

The woman looked to be around thirty years old, with a hot and sexy figure. The close-fitting leather armor accentuated her mature body to the fullest.

Outside the leather armor, she wore a grey robe that covered most of her body, looking like a passing mercenary.

Silas put on a frightened expression. "Thank you so much. I just arrived here today, and no one has told me about this yet."

"Cough, cough, cough…" The woman covered her mouth and coughed, saying weakly, "Then hurry back to where you're staying and come out again when it's light."

With that, she turned and walked into the alley.

Silas, who was out looking for trouble, naturally wouldn't miss such a perfect opportunity. He hurriedly followed. "Miss, your condition doesn't seem too good!"

"Don't follow me. Also, I know my own condition," the woman said, leaning against the wall and continuing forward, seemingly in a hurry.

Silas continued, "I know a little about medicine. If you don't mind, I can diagnose you."

"Shh!" Suddenly, the woman abruptly turned around, covered Silas's mouth with one hand, and held him, hiding motionlessly behind a trash can in the alley.

"This werewolf just died not long ago. She's nearby. Chase quickly! We absolutely cannot let that demoness escape this time!" Outside, four men in grey robes surrounded the werewolf, looked around, and quickly dispersed.

The man who remained gradually shifted his gaze towards the alley here.

Silas, pressed down by the woman on the inside, could clearly feel the astonishing softness and elasticity beneath that close-fitting leather breastplate.

The virgin's heart fluttered slightly. Silas quickly regained his composure and grasped the main point from before.

"Demoness! She's actually a demoness!" Silas's eyes slightly turned, sizing up the woman pressed against him.

The woman had dark red hair and eyebrows, beautiful double-lidded eyes, an oval face, and her skin was somewhat rough and wheat-colored due to some weathering, but it didn't affect her overall beauty. On the contrary, this seasoned and weathered temperament gave her a mature and fiery sexiness, like a bottle of well-aged strong liquor, full of a unique charm.

"Are all demonesses this beautiful?" Seeing this woman, Silas suddenly thought.

Helles, Bernice, plus the wanted posters of past demonesses he had seen in the Church – he found that every demoness was very beautiful; not a single one was ugly.

"Could it be that those parasites only choose beautiful girls to parasitize? Or did they become beautiful after being parasitized?"