Chapter Ninety-Six: Night Battle in the Mountains

Birds scattered into flight throughout the mountain, and the animals, frightened, fled in all directions, turning the entire forest into a scene of chaos. Feeling the violent tremors of the earth beneath him, Charles couldn’t help but ask with concern, “Sir Jonster, do you think the mountain beneath us might collapse?”

“Don’t worry,” Hendel replied, grasping a portable telescope and using the moonlight to inspect the mine tunnel. “Though there’s a considerable amount of explosives, the total yield isn’t that great.” He had already seen the tunnel collapse, completely blocking the exit.

Farolynch, watching the distant explosion, spoke quietly, “The tunnel is quite spacious, with many nooks and crannies. Given the blast radius of the explosives, can this single explosion really kill all the werewolves inside?”

Hendel smiled, maintaining his stance with the telescope as he explained, “The professor’s goal isn’t to kill every werewolf outright with one blast. Even killing a significant number of them with just two people is unlikely. But you must understand, explosions consume oxygen, and even werewolves need to breathe...” Before Hendel could finish, Farolynch and Charles understood.

The air quality in that underground cavern was already poor. If the entrance was completely sealed and the explosion consumed the oxygen, the werewolves would suffocate within a short time.

“Even for creatures of darkness like werewolves, this would be a painfully slow death, likely lasting over an hour,” Hendel continued.

Charles instinctively touched his neck, recalling the discomfort of waking from suffocation while sleeping under a blanket.

“Won’t the werewolves dig their way out?” Charles asked anxiously, knowing that in their eyes, he must be the mastermind.

“The explosives at the tunnel entrance will bury dozens of meters of the mine, and the mountain’s tunnels may even collapse from the blast. In such severe oxygen deprivation, they will quickly lose strength. Their claws won’t be effective enough to break through the rock and survive,” Mulan reassured Charles.

As if confirming Mulan’s words, after the shockwaves settled, the mountain gradually quieted. Birds flew back one by one, and the animals calmed from their panic. In this season, not even insects chirped, so within about ten minutes, silence returned to the mountain.

“Hendel, prepare yourself,” Mulan said, though he spoke confidently, he was taking precautions. Hendel handed the telescope to Mulan and crouched down. He had brought his suitcase along with the carriage, and upon opening it, the top layer contained ordinary clothes, but the bottom layer was secured with numerous parts.

“Click, click, click...” Hendel quickly assembled a black rifle in less than two minutes. Then he opened a box in the bottom layer, neatly packed with silver bullet cartridges.

Loading the bullets and chambering one round, the rifle made a crisp sound: “Click~”

These bullets were Hendel’s prized possessions, crafted with the help of an alchemy professor who often enlisted him as an assistant. He had thirty pistol rounds and ten rifle rounds.

Mulan picked up a bullet casually, explaining to the curious Charles and Farolynch, “These are alchemically forged silver bullets. The casing is made from a silver alloy, etched with alchemical runes 0.3mm deep. Inside the bullet is soft pure silver, containing one milliliter of venom at its core. When it hits a target, the casing causes significant tissue damage, and once inside the body, the bullet fragments and expands under high impact. It’s a terrifying weapon...”

“Professor, here,” Hendel handed the rifle to Mulan. Given the circumstances, it made sense for the more skilled shooter to wield the weapon. At long range, these bullets were far more powerful than the current standard rounds.

If anything managed to escape the blasted and likely collapsed mine, it would only be a silver-maned werewolf.

From Mulan’s position atop the mountain, two sealed entrances to the mine—new and old—were visible. The chances of breakthrough elsewhere were slim.

Twenty minutes, thirty minutes, an hour passed with no movement from the mountain. Yet Mulan held the rifle motionless, his expression growing more serious. His precognitive talent gave him an uneasy intuition.

Two and a half hours later, a noise erupted at the collapsed mine entrance as stones tumbled down.

A towering werewolf emerged from the dug-out hole, its fur half gray and half pitch black, stained with blood.

“Howl—”

The silver-maned wolf was furious, perhaps because some reckless pup had triggered the detonator or the half-vampire had caused trouble. Regardless, it was enraged.

Suddenly, a powerful sense of danger surged, and before the silver-maned wolf could react, its chest was struck as if by a colossal hammer, sending its body flying backward and crashing heavily against the stone wall.

“Bang...”

Only then did the gunshot sound ring out.

The werewolf’s chest bore a massive wound, with silver material flowing within. Intense pain and burning sensations radiated from the injury.

“Roar...”

The silver-maned wolf clawed at the wound, tearing out chunks of flesh and blood, then surged forward, leaping through the forest straight toward the mountain where the gunfire came from.

Mulan handed the rifle back to Hendel, slowly drawing the sword hidden in his staff.

“Silver-maned Dorich, the Mad Biter. No wonder he ranks so high on the Sacred Hall’s Grey List. But do you still have the strength to intimidate now?” Mulan said as a glow began to emanate from him. His legs bent slightly in a crouch, and in the next moment, he exploded forward, heading directly for the silver-maned werewolf.

“Howl—”

Both felt the intense murderous intent radiating from the other. Both were somewhat berserk, using all their strength to charge headlong.

Despite his grievous wounds and the silver venom corroding his body and slowing his recovery, the werewolf’s killing intent burned even fiercer.

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