128: Werewolf Raid

Marcus's expression at this moment was like that of a gambler who had just turned the tables in a casino, only to lose everything—plus interest—in the very next second while facing the dealer.

His eyes, as he looked at Locke Galahad, were filled with confusion and panic:

"No, no!"

"This is wrong, wrong, wrong! How could you have mastered how to use the Extraordinary Factor in such a short amount of time!"

"Is this something worth being surprised about? This is an innate ability of Sequence 9; it shouldn't be strange that I have it."

Locke Galahad's smile remained, but his gaze grew increasingly cold. The blade in his hand did not stop, pushing Marcus to continuously retreat.

Marcus immediately activated William's bloodline, and with the two merged, his defensive power greatly increased.

Coupled with the fact that he mobilized the Extraordinary Factor and condensed it onto his sharp claws, it could be said that he had already reached his strongest state.

But he never expected that Locke Galahad had actually already extended the use of the Extraordinary Factor to his weapon.

One second!

Two seconds!

The sharp blade gradually pierced Marcus's skin, cutting through his Extraordinary Factor.

"No, no, no!" Marcus was caught off guard by the Extraordinary Factor control ability that Locke Galahad suddenly displayed.

He could only keep flapping his wings, rapidly retreating in an attempt to dissipate the force on Locke Galahad's sword.

Locke Galahad's expression was cold, his footsteps never stopping as he followed him step by step.

He could feel the resistance on his hand continuously weakening, so he grinned once again, revealing that row of white teeth:

"Marcus, it seems that in the end, it is you who will die today."

"Don't think that just because you've mastered this technique, you can kill me." After a brief moment of struggle, Marcus steadied his mind and began to flap his wings with all his might, attempting to shake off Locke Galahad.

"No matter how sharp or fast your sword is, you still have to be able to hit me."

"Is that so?"

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Locke Galahad's mouth, and he immediately activated several skills he hadn't used before.

【Great Muscle Tyrant activated】

【Night Enhancement activated】

【Bloodthirsty Combat activated】

With the bulging of his muscles and the activation of the skills, the blade, which had been losing momentum, suddenly erupted with an even stronger force at that instant.

Marcus felt this attack, which was even more violent than before, and his expression changed again.

"F*ck, what kind of monster is this guy? It seems that based on my individual Sequence 9 strength, I probably won't be able to take him down."

Thinking of this, he looked back at William, who was being toyed with by Serena like a dog, gritted his teeth, and steeled himself.

In this life-or-death moment, he actually developed the resolve to cut off his own arm to survive.

He used his left hand to block Locke Galahad's blade firmly, then retreated at an even faster speed.

"Ah!"

The moment his left hand was severed, Marcus let out a heart-wrenching roar. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he escaped from the reach of Locke Galahad's blade and immediately flew into mid-air.

"Tsk."

Locke Galahad looked at the severed arm that had fallen to the ground and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

It seemed he was quite annoyed that he hadn't managed to decapitate Marcus with a single strike.

Mainly, he hadn't expected that a guy like Marcus would have the resolve to sever his own arm at such a critical moment.

However, he adjusted quickly and prepared to launch another attack.

"Marcus, it's useless to run now. I'd like to see how many hands you have left to block my blade."

After saying this, he crouched down, preparing to jump and fly toward Marcus to launch another slash.

By this time, Marcus already knew he was no match for Locke Galahad, so he immediately shouted at William: "Switch!"

Following that, the werewolf, who had been trailing behind Serena, immediately stopped, turned around, and charged toward Locke Galahad.

As for himself, he flew toward Serena.

Through their brief exchange, he discovered that the female Vampire brought by Locke Galahad had not yet reached the level of Sequence 9; it was better to pick the easiest target.

Even with a severed hand, he was confident he could still handle Serena.

Of course, the main reason was that William's defensive power and strength were much greater than his own.

Marcus believed that letting William deal with Locke Galahad might yield miraculous results.

Of course, he didn't expect William to defeat Locke Galahad, but rather wanted William to help him stall for some time.

Thinking of this, he looked back at the smiling Locke Galahad: "Hmph, just wait until my ritual is complete, kid. Let's see if you can still smile then."

He still had a hidden ultimate move, but this move required time to activate.

Marcus was extremely confident that as long as this move was activated, he would definitely be the victor.

Because by then, he would have stepped into the threshold of Sequence 8, and at that time, Locke Galahad, who was only at Sequence 9, would definitely not be his opponent.

Therefore, after switching opponents, he flew high into mid-air and did not actively attack Serena, instead chanting incantations while dodging.

Locke Galahad did not chase after him because, after observing, he realized that since Marcus was not attacking Serena, he changed his plan.

"Since you want to die, I will send you to your death first."

In his eyes, this werewolf was easier to kill than Marcus.

After a moment of thought, he raised his sword again and charged toward the small giant-like William, while William, devoid of reason, fearlessly ran over on all fours.

A large mouth opened, lunging fiercely at Locke Galahad's throat. A thick, fishy stench assaulted his nose, and Locke Galahad changed his horizontal slash into an upward strike.

"Interesting!"

The white blade slashed from bottom to top toward the opponent's long snout.

Although William lacked reason, his combat instincts remained.

Feeling the threat, he immediately extended a pair of black claws and pressed down hard.

Clang! The blade and the wolf claws collided, emitting a crisp sound like metal striking metal.

"Hmm?" Locke Galahad felt an unparalleled resistance coming from his hand.

It was a defensive power much stronger than Marcus's.

Because although William had lost his reason, his control over the Extraordinary Factor far exceeded Marcus's.

The Extraordinary Factor condensed on his claws was more than twice as dense as Marcus's.

Coupled with his physique, which was already stronger than a Vampire's, Locke Galahad's sword strike actually failed to slice off his palm.

It only cut in half an inch before being blocked.

Locke Galahad was not greedy for an attack; failing to land a decisive blow, he immediately shifted his footsteps and retreated, looking for an opportunity to launch the next attack.

"Awoooo!" William, having had his arm slashed, immediately let out a shrill howl toward the sky, his eyes turning even bloodier.

Drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, he stared fixedly at Locke Galahad.

"Hmph, Marcus, you don't think that just having thick skin is enough to stop me, do you?"

"Hmph!" Marcus only gave a light grunt, saying nothing more, and focused on chanting his spell.

"Almost there, almost there. Just two more minutes and it will be done!"

Both sides fought their own battles, each having their own plans.

And besides the four of them, there was another figure in the room completely hidden in the darkness, watching everything in secret.