My Werewolf System

Chapter 1115  No One Stopping Me Now

Stanley was a very particular man, and Daphne knew that about him before and even more so when facing him. So she had somewhat figured him out. He would take out the biggest troubles in front of him or whatever made the most sense.

So as long as she didn’t head for the arena, then things would be okay. So she headed for the stage instead. She jumped over and into the stands and could see the Altereds transformed, paying attention to the Howlers and White Rose agents.

When she got close to one of those in the stands, the moment the man turned around, she lifted her leg and kicked him hard in the side of the head. His vision was already fading and just before he fell, she managed to catch the man’s head in her hand.

It was only a small moment; the Altered’s eyes opened again, only they didn’t look as lively as they did before.

“Alright… it’s time to make my own little army!” Daphne exclaimed.

“Get the others!” Daphne ordered.

The Altered by her side had appeared by another. As the Altered was confused about what their ally was doing, they didn’t have time to react as the back of their head had been grabbed and smashed into the stage seats.

Daphne wasn’t far behind as she placed her hand on the Altered’s back this time, and now, there were two under her control.

She continued on going through the stands, facing Altered after Altered, until she had around fifteen of them under her control. She didn’t have much time and didn’t know how long Dean could last.

All she had to hope was this was enough.

“STANLEY!” Daphne yelled, as the fighting Altereds turned and were looking toward the stage, looking toward the floor where Stanley and Dean were.

“Just try and stop me from getting to the stage now!” Daphne motioned her hand forward. “Attack the annoying one with the glasses!”

Immediately the Altered listened. The ones that were under the One Gang would no longer listen to what they would say. They jumped over the seats and made their way to the platform.

Seeing this, Stanley opened up his arms along with his wings and started to fire off several spikes of ice toward the Altereds. As it hit a few of them, it would slow them down, piercing through their shoulder and freezing part of it.

The issue was, the Altereds were relentless. As soon as they got hit, as if they felt no pain at all, they stood back up and continued to charge.

One of the Altereds leapt to where Stanley was and tried to swipe him with his claw. Stanley moved back and swung his arm, slicing the Altered in half. He was a Zodiac, and one of the strongest of the Zodiac’s, so finishing them off was easy. However, fighting against multiple of them was really hard, especially when there were others he had to worry about.

Dean fired a beam from his sword toward Stanley, who lifted up his wing to block the attack. The energy continued to consume him, and several of the Altereds were coming close to him.

Stanley was then hit in the stomach and pushed back slightly by one of the Altereds before he grabbed one by the neck and hurled them towards the crowd. Right after his throw, what he didn’t expect was to see Daphne in the air, spinning her body as she threw out a devastating kick hitting him at the side of his head.

The kick was powerful because Daphne was a skilled fighter and, although not an Altered, had powerful items that powered her body as well.

The moment Stanley stumbled to the side, more of the Altereds came toward him and began to pile on him.

‘I thought she would stay back, I thought she would stay behind the safety of the Altereds, or try to head to the stage!’ Stanley thought.

Seeing what was happening and knowing who it was helping her, Daphne didn’t feel right just leaving Dean behind, and just like how Stanley saw her as trouble, she saw him as trouble.

The brains behind the entire operation of the One Gang. Without Stanley, the One Gang wouldn’t be where it was today. In some ways, he was just important to take out because who knew what he would do.

She wasn’t going to miss this chance to get rid of him.

The others had piled up, doing whatever they could to attack, slashing left and right at the Altereds that were near him. Mainly they were falling, not getting back up again, at the right time though Daphne had charged and flung her leg up, kicking Stanley right on his chin, lifting his head.

Blood spattered out of his mouth, and two Altereds stabbed his side with their claws.

“It wasn’t over; it wasn’t over,” was what was repeating in Stanley’s head until a particular individual had managed to get there from behind. With his sword glowing, he held it firmly with both hands and Dean swung it down across Stanley’s back, cutting deep.

The sword sliced through, heated, and Dean could feel it ripping through as he flung it out of his body, and blood spattered on the floor.

Blood was filling Stanley’s mouth; his Altered form was coming to an end as he fell onto his knees.

His eyes were staring right at Daphne, and yet even in the situations he was in, there was still a smile on his face.

“Now, there is nothing stopping me from reaching Gary,” Daphne said. “It looks like you have lost this fight.”

“Ha!” Stanley said, his mouth filled with blood dripping out more running down his chin. “I’m just sorry that I won’t be able to see… to see… my king… kill you all… Harvor… is… the one… the dragons will… return, and he will be their king…”

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