In the blink of an eye, Hans transformed into a giant werewolf over two meters tall.
He sprinted, using both hands and feet, agilely leaping among the ruins and the dead.
The Priest's face showed a hint of realization.
"No wonder I felt uneasy, turns out you're hiding a werewolf among you."
"But this aura, it seems somewhat off?"
Quickly, Hans crossed hundreds of meters, arriving in front of the Priest.
The soldiers looked somewhat surprised at this scene; many hadn't seen Hans's transformation due to the cover of the dead.
They assumed it was just another werewolf emerging from nowhere, expected to be a minion of the Demon, yet instead, it fought against the Demon.
But some keenly observed the tattered remains on the werewolf Hans had transformed into.
"Could the Commander actually be a werewolf?"
"Or has the Commander been cursed by that Demon?"
Their faces revealed uncontrollable astonishment, yet no one spoke at this time.
Everyone was struggling to fend off these dead seemingly returning from Hell, past critical matters becoming insignificant.
Hans wielded the Demon-Blocking Golden Sword, slashed down from above but only hit the pillar beneath the Priest.
The Priest floated away again.
Yet as soon as he landed on a new pillar, Hans rushed in a frenzy, terrifying force smashing the pillar in half.
The Priest landed safely.
This place must have once been a large stage, spacious, flat.
He dusted off the dirt on his clothes with a sarcastic tone: "Don't ruin this 'Apostle' vessel of mine, you lowly demons in the mortal realm are truly barbaric."
Hans's eyes were filled with violence, but he didn't lose rationality.
He continued to furiously attack the Priest.
Unlike werewolves of this world, his transformation had a time limit, yet he wouldn't lose sanity — but this, his opponent definitely wouldn't know.
Hans understood this Demon seemed arrogant, yet his actions were full of caution.
If he truly thought of them as ordinary people, Hans had full confidence in suddenly erupting with fury, thrusting the Demon-Blocking Golden Sword into the opponent's chest as soon as it dared to close in for an attack.
Wait for it to show a flaw!
Hans lunged repeatedly.
Though each attempt was fruitless, the Priest gradually became irritable.
"Are all werewolf demons this tough-skinned?"
He spread his hands, two black seeds fell on the blood-stained ground, instantaneously growing into two Hellhounds covered in black scales.
The two Hellhounds attempted to entangle Hans.
While he himself began to prepare highly destructive magic, aiming to resolve this persistent nuisance once and for all.
But after multiple upgrades, Hans's attributes had surpassed his former self.
The Priest was still preparing the spell, while Hans easily shredded the two Hellhounds, continuing his lunge toward the Priest.
Hans's body seemed gripped by a giant, hurled violently, rolling on the ground, yet he flipped over and lunged at the Priest again.
The Priest's face was filled with astonishment; Hans was excessively strong for a werewolf.
In this world, werewolves usually exist as low-grade demons hidden among humans, far weaker compared to Vampires, with abilities mainly limited to melee combat.
This werewolf could only fight in close quarters, but regarding defense, speed, and physical strength, exceeded the Priest's understanding of werewolves by far.
The Priest spread his hands, ghostly green flames rose, as if numerous spirits were wailing within the fire, transmitting piercing screeches.
At the moment the flames appeared, Hans's Beast Intuition warned him of imminent danger.
He quickly lowered his body, exerting force on his legs in hopes of dodging.
But the Priest, having truly enraged, determined to use his trump card, wouldn't leave Hans any chance to evade.
A crossbow arrow happened to fly over.
The Priest was in the midst of casting, unable to move at all, as the arrow approached, layers of ripples appeared out of thin air — a barrier set by the Priest during spell casting.
Yet Demon-Blocking Gold counters barriers best.
The arrow's golden tip radiated a dark golden glow, and as it touched the barrier, ripples expanded outward.
The arrow struck the Priest's arm, disrupting the steady flow of magic power, instantly like a drain blocked pond, its body began to swell.
Hans didn't have time to look back at the Knight who only managed to shoot that single arrow before being overwhelmed by the advancing dead.
He firmly planted his feet, leaving deep pits in the ground.
His body soared like a rocket.
His claws extended into two rows of sharp talons.
The Priest's body was sliced open from the middle by the crossing claws.
This was not the end.
Terrifying evil magic power seemed completely liberated at this moment, erupting from its body, falling onto Hans, scorching white smoke.