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nThe ancient Dolomites Mountain was scenic.

nThe river flowed from the foot of the mountain into the distance.

nThe windmills spun slowly.

nThe entire villa was filled with the joyful atmosphere of country style songs.

nThe Headless Horseman rode on his skeleton horse, strolling along the river.

nThe horse’s hooves left a trail of shallow burning footprints.

nAlong the way, countless people looked at it.

nBut no one was afraid.

nBecause they were already used to it.

nThe Headless Horseman rode on his skeleton horse and walked to the depths of the manor.

nThere was already someone waiting for him.

n“Honourable Duke Hill…” An old man who looked a little goofy came forward and held his skeletal horse. “Master ordered me to come and welcome you…”

nThe Headless Horseman’s headless neck twisted slightly as he asked, “where is William?”

n“Your grace…” the old servant said carefully, “The master is recuperating in the secret room…”

n“Recuperating?!”

n“Yes!”

n“Who hurt him?!”

n“You will know once you meet him…” the old servant sighed.

nHe led the Headless Horseman and slowly walked into a winery in the deepest part of the manor.

nThen, he opened the secret passage of the winery and led the Headless Horseman into it.

nAfter a moment, they walked down the winding and rugged passage and entered a vast and sturdy basement.

nOnce they entered, the Headless Horseman sensed something.

nH stopped and stomped hard on the ground with the boots on its feet.

nSplash.

nIt was the sound of water.

n“William!” he suddenly asked, “Why are you bleeding so much?”

nIt was blood under its feet.

nThick and stinking poisonous blood.

nThe blood of a Werewolf Duke!

nThus, whale oil lamps in the basement were lit one after another.

nThey lit up the spacious basement.

nIt was at least thousands of square meters in size. In the middle of the basement, there was a huge stone bed.

nOn the stone bed laid a giant wolf that looked at least as big as an adult male elephant.

nThe giant wolf panted and groaned.

n“Hill, you’re here…” he panted and opened its eyes which were as big as a gong, staring at the Headless Horseman.

nThe Headless Horseman did not approach further. He continued to ask, “William, who hurt you?”

n“Myself!” The giant wolf growled in a low voice. He raised its hind legs. “I cut off something…”

nThe organ that he had been proud of and treated like a treasure between his legs were gone.

nMoreover, judging from the traces and methods, it was probably not just a physical cut-off.

nIt was also a psionic cut-off.

nThis meant that the leader of the Werewolf Society in the Land of Qin, the strongest surviving Werewolf Duke, would completely lose the ability to reproduce.

n“Why?” An eye-like object grew out of the Headless Horseman Hill’s neck. However, if one looked closely, they would know that it was a flower bud of a plant.

nThis flower bud carefully observed the giant wolf’s injuries. It could not understand why the werewolf leader would be so ruthless to himself.

nOne had to know that in the werewolf society, other than comparing strength, the most important factor that determined the status was still the offspring.

nWhoever could produce more offspring and contribute to the size of the population would receive more respect!

nThe reproduction of werewolves was unlike that of humans or vampires.

nEvery new-born werewolf meant the death of its mother.

nThose wolf pups would start eating from their mother’s womb.

nTherefore, in the Werewolf Society, almost all of them were males, and there were very few female werewolves.

n“Why?” The giant wolf that was lying on the stone bed stood up. His fur stood up, and his mouth was full of fangs. They were sharp and terrifying. “I wanted to ask you the same question!”

n“Hill!”

n“What did you get Sherlock to do?”

n“He provoked such a terrifying curse!”

n“If I hadn’t eaten Demon Wolf, Fenrir’s heart…”

n“I’m afraid that our entire race might be cursed by now!”

nThe Demon Wolf, Fenrir was a terrifying demon wolf among the gods that the Vikings believed in.

nIn the myths and legends of the Vikings, this terrifying Demon Wolf would eventually devour the supreme God that they believed in, ending the era of the gods.

nWhen William was young, he used the clues of the myths and legends to finally find the tomb of that terrifying demon wolf in the depths of the Arctic Ocean and took the opportunity to devour its heart.

nAs a result, he possessed great power and eventually killed and ate his father and brother.

nHe became the ultimate leader of all werewolves today.

nHe also obtained the right to reproduce with all the female werewolves.

nThat made him the direct ancestor of most werewolves today.

nObviously, the heart of the Demon Wolf Fenrir that he devoured back then not only gave him great power.

nIt had also allowed him to grasp some of the secret techniques of the Demon Wolf.

nHowever, in the Legends of the Vikings, all the power of the gods had a price to be paid for.

nAnd it had to be paid by the gods themselves!

nThe supreme god Odin had obtained supreme wisdom by sacrificing his own eyes.

nNow, William had cut off his genitals and removed them from the source.

nThat would prevent the curse from affecting him and protecting his other descendants.

n“Sherlock?!” The Headless Horseman, Hill, was stunned. He said, “I just woke up…”

n“I only know that Sherlock went to chase the escaped cat goddess, Bastet…”

n“And…” the flower bud grew out of his neck. It looked at the giant wolf and said, “William, I’m afraid you haven’t heard about this. Early this morning…”

n“My Thirteen Earls were all killed in my castle…”

n“Delice… Cole… Vedic…”

n“They’re all dead…”

n“Then, I received news that the Foreign Ministry of the Federal Empire of Xia issued a diplomatic order, ordering all diplomatic missions and organizations stationed abroad to seal off all assets of me and my Order of the Temple, and completely cut off all contact with the Order of the Temple…”

n“So…” he said, “William, the curse you encountered should have been released by the people of the Federal Empire of Xia…”

n“Sherlock might have been killed by the experts of the Federal Empire of Xia when he was tracking the cat goddess, Bastet!”

n“After killing him, they used his corpse to perform a cursing ritual…”

n“William!” The headless horseman asked, “Can you endure the humiliation? Do you still want to endure it?”

n“They are not taking us seriously!”

n“They want to kill us all!”

nThis was Hill’s first reaction when he saw the broken corpses in the castle and heard about the news of being banned and punished.

nThe Federal Empire of Xia had gone too far!

nThey did not even take him seriously.

nThat was a blatant humiliation!

nIt was, even more, an unbridled contempt!

nIf he is going to bear with it, then he would not be standing here. Instead, he would go to the capital of the Federal Empire of Xia and kneel in front of the governor, wagging his tail and begging pitifully like a pet.

nWhen the giant wolf heard the Headless Horseman’s words, he turned and looked at old servant beside him and asked, “Is what Hill said true?”

n“Master…” the old servant replied, “It’s true!”

n“This morning, the Foreign Ministry of the Federal Empire of Xia did issue a diplomatic order…”

n“The content was the same as what Duke Hill just said!”

n“Bastard!” The giant wolf roared angrily.

nHe wouldn’t care much if they only killed Sherlock.

nAlthough Sherlock was one of his proudest children.

nIn the Werewolf Society, the strongest children would often walk the path of patricide.

nSo, if only Sherlock was dead, he might be happy.

nHowever,…

nThey used Sherlock’s corpse to cast a curse and involved him in it. In order to avoid the curse, he had no choice but to cut off his roots of happiness.

nThat was leading to a sworn foe.

nThey had to take revenge!

nAnd it is going to be vengeful revenge!

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