Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic-Chapter 24Book 3: .2: The Hunt Part II

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Despite my blood shadow having been attacking it, all the large black and red spider has to show for it is that one of its legs is bent the wrong way at one point, and the civilian orphans it was targeting have managed to run away. So with that in mind, I summon another blood shadow with a pained grimace, feeling my legs begin to shake a little before sending the blood shadow down towards it and this time actually focusing on it.

My blood shadow jumps from building to building until it leaps down straight towards the taracht, which was just focusing on the direction the children ran off in. And thanks to that, my blood shadow manages to grab a spear I manifested and stab it into the three-meter-long spiders back. But unlike what I was hoping, the spear barely pierces the creature at all, only managing to deal whats basically just a scratch to the thing.

I grit my teeth while climbing to my feet, the Class IV Guardian on this platform walking up seeming to check if Im alright.

To jump down or not to jump down to jump down or not to jump down

A few seconds pass and I look around the other areas of the Fracture to find that its mostly all handled by now, with no more civilian casualties as all of the humans have been corralled and protected by Guardian-made barriers. Then I glance at the Class IV Guardian, only for their eyes to widen when they see the look in my eyes.

See ya later, I whisper, making a look of horror cross their eyes before I jump off of the platform down onto a building below, following which I begin running towards the alleyway the taracht was in, focusing on my connection with my blood shadow as I do.

This is probably the most reckless thing youve done yet, Tar comments, not actually sounding very worried. Reckless or not, you always seem to come out on top. And if you do end up being teamed up on by other Class III demons, the Class IV Guardian currently yelling at you from the platform will step in.

True.

I just feel that I cant let this thing go. I have to fight it, no matter what.

Like something fundamental about myself will be damaged if I dont fight this thing. And Im not sure why.

I hear Tar sigh as I finally reach the alleyway, briefly giving me pause.

Guess it was only a matter of time, he mutters. I should get this out of the way now anyways. Ive been exaggerating how much your demonic instincts have been affecting you this whole time. Most of your pride probably 70% to 75% of it really is your own and has nothing to do with your species. What youre feeling now, however, is due to your species. Its why blood lycans are also called the Alphas of Pride.

Are you kidding me? Seriously?

Why would you bother with tricking me like that anyways? It doesnt make sense.

Tar begins to speak, only to pause when I raise a hand.

Not right now. Later.

And youll explain what this feeling is then too.

Of course, Tar says right as I jump down from the roof, my arms shapeshifting and covering themselves in claws of blood as I fall. Meanwhile blades of blood begin flying straight at the taracht, distracting it a little from my blood shadow that has been moving around trying to find an opening to attack since I sent it down.

As Im falling though, a bunch of stacks of blood thirst suddenly start building up, making me grin.

A lot of the demons I was attacking from the platform were most likely killed.

I increase the boost in strength by burning a lot of my own blood, following which I activate blood chains and blood retribution right before my claws strike at an already wounded part of the taracht. But despite all the massive boosts and Predator V being fully unleashed, my claws only dig up till my wrists into the creatures body.

The taracht lets out a screech in anger before slamming its body into the wall, sending me flying off into the wall with a grunt before I roll down to the ground. I dont stay there long though and quickly jump away, only to get struck by a limb and sent smashing into another wall as the giant spider lets out a slightly pained screech, bloody steam rising from under its fur.

I cant help but grin at that.

The plans working.

My blood shadow runs up to the wall before jumping off of it and slamming its spear into the wound we both created on its back, and when the creature turns its attention back to the blood shadow, I run up to it again, ignoring the massive bruising I have. And once I reach the creatures side, I hurriedly pull myself up its leg right when it begins to take a swing at my blood shadow before I reach its back, pull my right arm back, and slam it back inside its wound again while grabbing and clawing at whatever I can before ripping it out again, making the creature screech loudly enough this time that I have to once again lower my ears sensitivity like I did at the start of this Fracture. Then I repeat my action, digging my hand back in and ripping it out again, only for the creature to send a limb flying towards me despite my location on its back, making the clawed limb cut straight through my forearm. It then slams itself into the wall again, sending me flying with eyes wide in pain.

Fucking, shit, that hurts! I shout while rolling onto the ground, one clawed hand gripping my now handless arm. And I swear I hear a gasp of fear and worry coming from somewhere, but I dont pay attention to it.

I feel Tar growing more and more worried as well the longer this fight goes on, but at the same time, the spider screeches incredibly loudly as literal waves of blood waft off of its body thanks to blood retribution.

Despite my pain, a third of which Im diffusing to feel later, I grin as feelings of pride begin to reign in me at the sight of the creature struggling to stand up now, blood running down its body from the wound on top of it.

Then things get weird.

The spider starts glowing with a purple light.

I blink at that, my grin fading.

Oh shit.

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