My Werewolf System

Chapter 1831  Absorbing His Power

The use of the medallion had been the salvation of the world once before, but the battle Gary and Kai were facing now was starkly different from the legends of old. In the past, the heroes had the support of two powerful individuals capable of casting a specific, high-level sealing spell, a ritual that had bound Unzoku away rather than requiring his absolute destruction. This time, they didnʼt have the luxury of that mystical backup.

They were on their own, which meant they had to inflict even more raw, physical damage than Jack and Steve ever did in the past. To make matters worse, the version of Unzoku standing before them appeared to be significantly more powerful than the one from the stories.

Even with the medallion active, they were only barely suppressing his mental control. Kai could tell that the red mist, the power Bliss had described as an energy that almost wasnʼt Unzokuʼs own, was still providing him with incredible physical buffs.

His regeneration and the sheer weight of his strikes were still intact. However, Kai had a theory: if using the medallion on Midwak had successfully cleared him of his corrupted power, what would happen if the artifact was embedded directly into Unzoku’s flesh? Surely, it would have some neutralizing effect on the source of that mist. The hardest part, of course, was getting close enough to plant it, a feat that would have been impossible if not for Gary’s selfless sacrifice.

With Gary holding the line at the cost of his own body, the perfect window had opened. Kai had managed to freeze the medallion directly into the jagged wound on Unzoku’s chest.

Unzoku stumbled back two steps, his movements suddenly heavy and uncoordinated.

“What... what have you done to me?” Unzoku gasped. He could feel the red mist, the very aura that made him into what he was, beginning to recede and flicker.

Gary wasn’t finished yet. Ignoring the agony in his own broken body, he summoned the last of his strength and slammed his warhammer directly into Unzoku’s thigh. He was careful to avoid hitting the ice around the chest so as not to dislodge the medallion. The kinetic force crushed through Unzoku’s dense muscle and bone; for the first time, the progenitor felt the sickening sensation of a fracture.

“My powers... theyʼre fading,” Unzoku mumbled, his voice trembling after just one successful hit.

Gary swung the hammer toward the same thigh again, aiming to trigger a critical hit. He knew that if he could land a second blow on the exact same spot, he would have a chance to permanently cripple the monster. However, Unzoku was no longer underestimated his opponents. Having seen the power of the strange glowing marking on his leg, he moved with a desperate caution he hadnʼt shown before.

He pulled his leg back just in time. The hammer swung through empty air, hitting the ground with a thunderous impact that shattered the concrete, but Unzoku’s counterattack was swift. A heavy-handed fist crashed into Gary’s face, lifting his body off the ground and sending him skidding dozens of meters across the plaza.

Kai didnʼt let up the pressure. He delivered two large, sweeping slashes to Unzoku’s back, cutting deep and flash-freezing the wounds. Unlike every other time in this fight, the ice didnʼt immediately shatter or melt; the medallion was doing its work, slowing the progenitorʼs legendary regeneration to a crawl.

As Kai moved in to strike again, Unzoku did something Kai hadnʼt expected, though in hindsight, it was the only logical move for a cornered predator. Unzoku gathered the remnants of his strength and leaped high into the air, clearing the plaza in a single bound. He landed heavily in front of the parkʼs Haunted House attraction.

“Crap! Is he trying to run away? We have to go after him now or weʼre going to lose this chance!” Kai shouted. He went to sprint after him but stopped when he saw Gary collapsing to the ground.

Gary’s [Last Stand] had finally reached its limit. His system was crashing, and his body was screaming for a moment of rest so he could recover enough stamina to rejoin the fray. He wanted to keep pushing, but he couldnʼt fight with the same reckless abandon he had just displayed.

When Kai looked up toward the Haunted House, his worst fears were realized. Unzoku wasnʼt running to hide; he was running to feed. He was grabbing the nearby Glutton werewolves, tearing into them and consuming them on the spot with a frenzied, manic hunger. As he ate his own kind, the wounds on his back and his fractured leg began to knit together once more. He was gaining back the power they had worked so hard to strip away.

A few Howler members tried to rush in to stop the feast, but Unzoku simply snatched up a Glutton and hurled the werewolf at them like a living projectile. Even while being thrown, the mindless Glutton latched onto the Howler and began to rip them apart.

“Gary, listen to me! Focus!” Kai said, kneeling beside his friend. “Right now is our last perfect chance to take him down while heʼs still distracted by the feed. We have to do whatever we can to hurt him as much as possible. I know youʼve been hesitant to use the ultimate power of that hammer because of the cost, but I think thereʼs something we can both do, together, that will be enough to end this.”

Gary looked up, his eyes weary, about to ask what Kai had in mind. Before he could speak, two figures approached them through the smoke.

“If youʼre in danger, donʼt worry. We will bring you back from the edge,” Xin said, her voice steady and full of resolve.

“You guys are stronger than you think,” Marie added, standing beside her. “Now, get up and do everything you can. We will be right by your side.”

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