Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

Before Kahn could retract his gun, three werewolves were approaching.

Either pounce, bite, or scratch, all attacking.

Smelling the stench coming from those bloody mouths, Kahn showed a trace of disgust on his face. While responding to the attacks of the three wolves, he asked: "How many days have you not brushed your teeth?"

Normally, werewolves are stronger than vampires, but their speed is slightly inferior.

But on the day of the full moon, whether it is strength or speed, the werewolves will increase greatly, overwhelming their mortal enemies.

Unfortunately, today is the fifteenth day.

However, Kahn is no ordinary vampire.

He is a blood viscount.

He is also a time traveler with a system!

Compared with these ordinary werewolves, they have an overwhelming advantage in terms of speed and strength.

Facing the siege of the three wolves, Kahn was always at ease. Finally, he caught the fleeting flaw in the werewolf on his right and kicked the opponent in the abdomen to repel it.

After losing one of the three, Kahn's pressure suddenly dropped, and the balance of victory immediately tilted.

He used his long sword to parry a wave of fierce attacks from the remaining two werewolves, leaving several wounds on the opponent's body, and jumped up while the opponent was breathing.

Kahn rotated 180 degrees in mid-air, stretched his left arm holding the gun naturally, pointed at the two ferocious wolf heads looking up below, and continuously pulled the trigger, sending the opponent to reunite with the three wolf cubs in front of him.

"Fourth, fifth."

After taking care of the two wolves, Kahn immediately inserted the hot death knell back into his waist, held the hilt of the long sword with both hands, and raised his arms to slash.

More than ten meters away, the werewolf who had just recovered and was about to rush back to support his companions got up from the ground, and a flash of silver light fell from the sky.

"The sixth head."

After landing firmly, Kahn shook off the blood drops on his silver sword, no longer paying attention to the headless corpse behind him, and immediately turned around to face the pack of wolves that were already close at hand.

"Roar!"

Nearly half of his younger brothers were killed or wounded. The werewolf leader who was hiding in the dark finally couldn't bear it any longer and let out a roar full of rage, stopping the remaining younger brothers from giving away their lives.

A few seconds later, a werewolf that was obviously stronger than the other werewolves but more human than the others appeared from the dense forest not far away and strode towards Kahn's location.

Facing the opponent's eyes, which were as scarlet as his own, Kahn raised his eyebrows: "Alpha wolf?"

Alpha wolf, the best wolf in the wolf pack, is also often called the wolf king.

In the supernatural world, they usually refer to werewolves with ten or more cubs as alpha wolves.

Even among a certain line of werewolves, there is a true alpha wolf with a special 'alpha power'.

The werewolf that appeared in front of him was a genuine Alpha wolf with the power of Alpha.

'But, that's not right! '

'The werewolves that attacked me just now were all 'biochemical werewolves' from the UK. However, the Alpha werewolves usually operate in the Americas and have never been able to deal with biochemical werewolves. '

'How could the two sides come together? '

'Did something big happen outside during the half year of my sleep? '

After confirming the identity of the visitor through those blood-red eyes, Kahn was filled with doubts and was ready to make a quick decision.

"Disgusting blood-sucking bugs."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke with an old racial slur. The Alpha Wolf pulled out a large leafy tree from the side and threw it forward with all his strength to interfere with Kahn's sight.

Then, with a sharp look, he looked at the remaining younger brother beside him and said, "Come with me!"

The fight broke out again.

………………

In the tree hole, listening to the howling of wolves, gunshots and angry shouts outside, the little boy's face trembled and his lips trembled:

"I told you earlier, earlier, we shouldn't have come."

"You're already here, and you're still saying this."

She rolled her eyes at her brother angrily. The round-faced little loli also looked a little pale and looked around with uneasy eyes.

Finally, it landed on the ground outside the tree hole, on a branch as thick as a baby's arm.

He carefully climbed to the entrance of the cave and looked around to make sure there was no danger around him.

The little girl immediately rushed out of the tree hole, quickly picked up the stick that gave her a sense of security, and ran back to the tree hole.

'Boom! '

As soon as the little Loli's hind feet completely stepped into the tree hole, a muffled sound came from the top of the tree trunk and resounded throughout the tree hole.

It seemed like something had hit this century-old tree.

Feeling the vibration of the tree trunk, the two brothers and sister's hearts skipped a beat, and they both looked towards the entrance of the cave.

A few seconds later, a black shadow slid down from above the cave entrance and stopped straight in front of them.

"what!……"

The little boy was about to scream when the little Loli, who was also frightened and turned pale, covered his mouth.

Looking closely, the person lying at the entrance of the cave was a dying werewolf with bleeding from his head, mouth and nose, a broken arm, and a big pit on his left chest.

After calming down a little, the little boy immediately took his sister's hand and tried his best to retreat back.

The little girl is different.

After a pause, he broke free from the opponent's hand, waved the wooden stick in his hand, turned around and hit the wolf's head on the ground.

"What are you doing! Stay away from that monster!"

Not only the little boy, but also the werewolf was stunned for a moment.

This stick didn't hurt it much, but it was extremely insulting.

Forget about that vampire whose strength exceeds expectations, since when did these little human brats dare to sit on its head and poop and urinate on it, and use sticks on it?

Shouldn't he cry to find his mother and take him to the other party's house for a banquet?

How dare you humiliate yourself like this!

The werewolf suddenly became angry and full of evil. He opened his bloody mouth and poured all his anger and grievance into this roar: "Roar!"

Give it another 30 seconds to wait for the wounds on the chest and spine to heal initially and regain mobility.

It must tear apart this ignorant human cub with its own hands!

Let him know that reality is not a fairy tale!

Wearing a red hoodie dares to trouble their werewolves.

I really think I am Little Red Riding Hood!

The deafening roar caused his body to tremble, and he almost dropped the wooden stick in his hand.

After recovering the God Queen, a flash of madness flashed in the little Loli's eyes. She gritted her teeth and waved the wooden stick in her hand again: "Go to hell! Go to hell!"

A stick.

Two sticks.

Three sticks...

"...Go to hell!"

Holding his sister who looked like a madman, the little boy pointed at the werewolf on the ground whose scalp was not broken but was lifeless:

"Stop fighting, this monster seems to be dead."

"Ha~ha~"

After taking two deep breaths, the little Loli blinked her big eyes, still a little in disbelief: "Dead? Really?"

Then he pulled off a piece of hair, put it on the front end of the stick, and put it in front of the wolf's mouth and nose for testing.

After confirming that the other party was dead, he breathed a sigh of relief, retreated to the back and collapsed on the ground.

'I actually killed a werewolf? '

The little Loli is still a little confused now and doesn't understand why the legendary werewolf is so fragile.

In fact, not only did she not understand, this werewolf also didn't understand until his death.

Why did he die in the hands of such a helpless child?

According to common sense, even if she is seriously injured, let this little lolita of [-] or [-] years old be beaten with a wooden stick for a day.

Let alone death, it probably wouldn't even be able to break its skin.

Give it another ten seconds to recover, and it will be able to talk to the two little brats with their hearts out.

Let them know why the flowers are so red!

Unexpectedly, his vision went dark, he suddenly lost consciousness, and was completely knocked out.

The round-faced little loli's stick greeting cannot cause any harm to it under normal circumstances.

As luck would have it, this werewolf had suffered severe injuries and was in a critical condition.

The little Lolita's attack was the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing its anterior cerebral artery to rupture directly and cause a cerebral hemorrhage.

Originally, for these werewolves, a minor illness like cerebral hemorrhage was nothing to worry about.

Relying on the abnormal self-healing ability, it can be restored to its original state in just a few minutes.

But for some reason, the self-healing ability it relies on for survival has inexplicably failed this time.

The cerebral hemorrhage developed into brain death, and he eventually died.