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Chapter 114 Wolf Wyvern
Chapter 114 Wolf Wyvern
Beautiful moments, like the sweetness of being in love, vanish in the blink of an eye.
The changes happened too quickly.
It was so fast that no one had time to react.
Without warning, a crack appeared in the darkest shadow behind Pastor Melissa.
A hooked claw emerged from the crevice, making a tearing sound like ripping fabric, and pierced straight through the priestess's thin back.
"Pfft—"
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Warm, viscous liquid splattered onto Lance's face.
Everyone was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was blood.
Melissa's eyes widened suddenly, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but only a mouthful of dark red blood foam came out.
She looked down at the blood-stained claw protruding from her chest, her expression not one of fear, but of confusion. It was as if she didn't yet understand what had happened.
Until the dark figure fully emerged from the shadows.
Its dark brown, rough scales, twisted dragon-like silhouette, and yellowish-brown vertical pupils flashing with cold, pure killing intent. Its other claw was still pressed against Melissa's shoulder, lifting her off the ground like a bird with a broken wing.
[Serial Number: 019—Pteranodon]
Appearance: A rare, beast-like creature twisted by the venom of a wyvern, possessing a dual form of werewolf and wyvern. It is approximately 5 meters long. Covered in a coarse mixture of grayish-brown to dark gray scales, it has a wolf-like head and fangs, a pair of clawed leathery dragon wings on its back, and a long, thin tail with sharp spikes at the end.
Appendix: Information on Mutant Individuals Original Source of Poison Wolf Pterosaur: A few wolf pterosaurs have an exceptionally strong dragon poison in their bodies. Their claw attacks and bites in any form have a higher probability of causing beastification infection, and they are more aggressive in their dragon form.
Frostmane Wolf Pterosaur: A subspecies that inhabits cold mountain or glacial regions. It has silvery-white fur with thick downy hairs under its scales, and its breath has a freezing effect.
Personality: Possesses both the greed and ferocity of dragons and the cunning and scheming of humanoids. An opportunist, skilled in disguise and ambush, she will reserve her dragon form as a secret trump card until the crucial moment.
Danger Level: Extremely High. Any form of the wolf-winged dinosaur is a deadly threat, and the unpredictable spread of its beast-like venom poses a far greater danger than physical damage—a bite could make the next victim of the curse.
Common habitats: Active on the fringes of civilization. Nests are often located in cliff caves or abandoned towers that offer good concealment and allow for easy takeoff.
The archivist's note reads: "It proves that nature sometimes designs creatures purely for efficient killing. The wolf's cunning combined with the dragon's wings makes it one of the most dangerous hunters in the sky."
Never assume you're safe just because you're in a tree. Trust me, their innate ability to fly will surprise you. When encountering a pterosaur, find cover to limit its dive angle, prioritize attacking its wings, and then pray your teammates are accurate with their arrows.
"Melissa—!!"
Kyle's roar almost tore the night sky apart.
Her figure transformed into a silver lightning bolt, her rapier piercing straight into the wolf-winged dragon's claw that had pierced Melissa!
The wolf-winged dragon released Melissa, took a step back, and dodged the sword. Melissa's body fell to the ground like a broken doll, blood still gushing from the horrifying hole in her chest.
Xia Lin and the orc Garu immediately intervened to stop it from getting closer.
"No—no—!!"
Kyle knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound, blood gushing from between her fingers no matter how hard he pressed.
She took out the healing potion from her waist, bit off the stopper, and fed the entire bottle of liquid into the pastor's mouth.
The medicine mixed with blood had no effect whatsoever.
Useless.
That was a wound that pierced through the heart.
This injury cannot be healed by any healing potion, even if the one she possesses is a more precious and advanced healing potion.
"Melissa—look at me! Look at me!!" Kyle's voice had changed, and for the first time, a look of near collapse appeared on his usually calm face.
Melissa's eyelids twitched.
She struggled to open her eyes, looked at Kyle, her lips moving as she uttered a barely audible, weak sound: "————I'm————Sorry————"
Then she looked away.
They moved toward the dark red figure standing frozen in place not far away.
Lance.
He stood there, a dozen steps away, separated by the flickering light and shadow of the campfire.
He saw it.
The moment I saw the claw pierce her chest, the moment I saw blood gushing out, the moment I saw her fall.
He felt as if something inside his chest had been brutally ripped out.
That's more than just heartache.
That's something deeper than heartache.
It felt like my heart was being squeezed and twisted by an invisible hand until it could no longer beat.
He wanted to rush forward.
His body remained frozen in place, unresponsive.
He wanted to scream.
But all that could come out of his throat was a muffled, beast-like whimper.
Until one "————Lans————"
That almost inaudible murmur was like a key, unlocking the shackles that had long been corroded deep within his chaotic consciousness.
His leg moved.
One step, two steps, three steps.
He staggered to Melissa's side, his knees buckled, and he knelt down beside her.
His blood-stained hand trembled as he raised it, wanting to touch her face, but stopped just before he could.
He looked down at his hand, covered in scales with hooked nails, and a deep disgust flashed in his eyes.
Melissa's fingers twitched, and she struggled to lift them, gently placing them on the back of his deformed, inhuman hand.
"It's...it's okay..."
Her voice grew weaker and weaker, while the blood and foam at the corner of her lips increased.
Lance uttered broken, almost inhuman syllables. He wanted to speak, to call her name, to ask her why she was being so foolish, why she had come.
But those syllables were stuck in his throat, leaving only a muffled "ho ho" sound.
Melissa looked at him, her once bright eyes reflecting his current appearance.
Damaged armor, dark red scales, a face stained with blood, and those broken, painfully wide eyes that seemed about to explode.
But she was not afraid.
There was no aversion.
I only feel heartache.
"I miss you so much"
She spoke softly, forcing a smile.
Lance's body trembled violently.
The scaly hand finally landed gently on her face. Rough, cold, inhuman fingertips caressed her cheeks, which were gradually losing their warmth.
"————Ruth————"
He finally managed to squeeze out that name.
hoarse, broken, almost blown away by the wind.
Melissa smiled.
That smile was so weak it seemed it might fade at any moment, yet it still carried her unique gentleness.
"Ruth misses you too."
She held her lover's hand and slowly and laboriously moved it towards her lower abdomen.
There was a slight bulge there, and through the blood-soaked priest's robe, it was almost impossible to tell anything unusual.