The werewolves charged with incredible speed. Their build not only allowed them to stand upright like humans and attack with both claws, but also made them perfectly suited for running on all fours like wolves, pouncing and biting their enemies.
The lead werewolf was exceptionally massive, with a body length that appeared to reach two meters. His glowing green eyes remained fixed on Norton's cabin, and viscous, foul-smelling drool dripped uncontrollably from his gaping mouth.
Even all the werewolves behind him followed his commands.
Clearly, this was a completely premeditated ambush.
"Howl!!!"
The two-meter-tall wolf king charged with blinding speed, covering the distance from the dense forest to Norton's small cabin in just over ten seconds.
When his massive two-meter frame fully extended, it reached nearly half the size of Norton's cabin.
As he charged toward Norton's cabin, he didn't slow down at all. Instead, he tensed his right arm and used his biceps like a bulldozer, smashing through the wooden boards and crashing directly into the walls of Norton's cabin.
"BOOM!"
With a deafening crash, Norton's pitiful cabin collapsed instantly.And a massive golden great sword swung down from within the cabin with tremendous force.
Norton's brute strength was no less than the wolf king's. Although his overall size wasn't as bulky as the wolf king's, giving him less friction and weight, the enhancement from his tremendous strength still allowed him to easily sever the wolf king's arm.
"Howl!"
The golden great sword cleanly chopped off the wolf king's right arm, but simultaneously, Norton was sent flying by the wolf king's left arm swinging like a cannonball, crashing into the remaining wooden boards of the cabin.
"BOOM!"
Norton's body smashed through the wooden planks and landed on rocks five meters away. The impact was so powerful that even his steel armor deformed, clamping down on his chest cavity.
Norton had never imagined a werewolf could possess such terrifying strength. He felt like he'd been rammed by a dump truck head-on, with absolutely no traction whatsoever.
The wolf king, who had just lost an arm to the sword strike, showed no fear but refrained from attacking personally. Instead, he opened his mouth and roared, commanding the already charging werewolves to pounce on Norton who had just gotten up from the ground.
Norton never thought the number "dozens" - less than a hundred - could ever bring him such overwhelming pressure.
Originally, he believed that with his vampire's exceptional regeneration and his steel armor and great sword, even if he couldn't defeat this pack of werewolves, he could at least remain undefeated.
But now he no longer thought that way.
Dozens of werewolves might sound like a small number, but when they pounced, it felt completely endless. Everywhere he looked, there were werewolves lunging at him.
Norton, who had just risen to his feet, was immediately tackled to the ground by the first werewolf. Even though his great sword had already pierced through the body of the attacking werewolf, several more werewolves immediately piled on top of him.
The werewolves' attack method after tackling their prey was exactly like wolves - they would bite and keep shaking their heads while biting, their claws constantly scratching, making it difficult for the prey to stabilize themselves and mount effective resistance.
This sticky, saturation-style attack might look ineffective from a distance, but only those being bitten knew how powerful this attack method truly was.
Norton's limbs and even his neck were being bitten by the foul-smelling mouths of werewolves and shaken violently. The overwhelming number of werewolves and their powerful biting method meant that the moment Norton shook off one mouth from his arm, another would immediately bite down and press him back to the ground.
Several werewolves bit into the steel armor on his limbs and dragged him, seemingly trying to tear him apart forcibly. Norton wanted to get up, but under this wolf-like tearing and biting, he found it impossible to rise.
Foul-smelling drool even dripped through the gaps of his steel helmet onto his face. The long wolf snouts almost seemed to want to bite his entire head off, with pale white teeth forcing into the ventilation holes of the helmet, trying to carve long bloody gashes on his face.
The Holy Knights' golden steel armor had far greater weight and thickness than ordinary Church Knights' armor. The fully enclosed steel armor left these werewolves somewhat helpless, but if left to their continuous biting, even this armor couldn't withstand their non-stop tearing.
After all, the armor wasn't a single piece - the limbs were like gloves fitted onto the body.
As the wolf pack continued their biting assault, Norton could clearly feel the steel armor on his limbs being pulled loose under the dragging force, which made him feel deeply threatened.
He could indeed survive being stabbed through the body, but he couldn't guarantee he would revive after being torn into pieces of flesh and blood and devoured by werewolves.
Norton's head was being bitten and shaken violently by werewolves. His crimson eyes grew increasingly blood-red, somewhat reminiscent of Homelander being pressed face-down on the ground by Butcher.
"Mia!!!"
Pinned to the ground by several werewolves, Norton let out a sharp, high-pitched cry. Then his right arm suddenly pulled out from the steel armor, twisting in the completely opposite direction from his body as he swung violently toward his back.
"CRACK!" The sound of Norton's right arm bone breaking could even be heard in the air.
Norton needed to evolve further. Two years was still too short a time for a vampire.
Although a vampire's agility saw significant improvement due to their constant peak condition, it still couldn't match werewolves running on all fours.
As Norton's body raced toward the cliff, the one-armed wolf king who had been watching the battle from the ruins of Norton's cabin suddenly leaped up, charging toward Norton like lightning.
And behind Norton followed a dense pack of werewolves, their foul dog-like stench so thick that even the wind couldn't disperse it.
Norton had long lost his great sword, and his steel armor had lost much of its mobility due to deformation.
Just moments ago, to break free from the werewolves' biting, he had even removed all the armor from his limbs, performing a golden cicada shedding its shell maneuver.
But this also cost him crucial protection.
"THUD!" The wolf king pounced on Norton in mid-air, his pale white teeth and drool clearly visible to Norton.
If the wolf king had been in perfect condition, Norton might not have escaped under the assault of both claws. But now the wolf king only had one claw remaining - he couldn't even pounce properly, only able to open his mouth to bite Norton's body.
Sharp teeth snapped toward the steel armor on Norton's body.
This armor that had once provided protection had now become a complete burden.
If the armor got bitten, Norton wouldn't be able to remove it quickly and would inevitably be captured by the pursuing wolf pack.
Sprinting rapidly toward the cliff, to avoid having his steel armor bitten, Norton had no choice but to leap into the air. Then, mid-flight, he violently twisted and broke his own lumbar spine, making his lower body continue running forward while his upper body faced backward. In this twisted position, he swung his dry arm at the wolf king pouncing from behind.
"THUD!"
Norton's body fell off the cliff, but accompanied by the sound of tearing flesh, the wolf king - whose elongated snout had been torn in half by Norton's arm - now had his remaining teeth clamped onto a piece of dry flesh.
It looked somewhat like the flesh from Norton's forearm.
"Awooo..."
The howls of the wolf pack echoed from the cliff edge. Dozens of werewolves gathered at the cliff's edge, howling madly at the moon. Then, at the wolf king's command, they quickly ran back into the dark forest.
This hunt didn't seem to be over yet.