Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2465 - 2455 Half-Human Half-Demon Beast

"Captain you..."

The black-clothed man beside him wanted to step forward and inquire about Zhao Wuhun’s situation, but Zhao Wuhun slapped him away effortlessly. Zhao Wuhun then pulled off his mask, glaring at Long Yan with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily from the innermost part of his being.

Long Yan was taken aback. How did Zhao Wuhun resemble a bull? Seeing blood, Long Yan noticed a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Hahaha, today was not in vain indeed."

Zhao Wuhun’s current appearance bore no resemblance to the usual image of a captain among the black-clothed men. Licking his lips, Zhao Wuhun now looked like a bloodthirsty beast.

This made the black-clothed men nearby retreat two steps, distancing themselves from the captain they usually knew.

"Awoooo."

Zhao Wuhun’s mouth emitted a piercing howl, a sound that sent an inexplicable chill down one’s spine; compared to humans, Zhao Wuhun now appeared more like a beast.

The Mayor had already reached home, indeed. On the road, the Mayor had one of his trusted aides notify his private militia, telling them to inform his private army.

"I wonder if any experiment succeeded. If it did, I wouldn’t have to hide in this small town; with such power under my command, I’d go anywhere in the world."

As these thoughts filled his mind, a glint of coldness flashed through the Mayor’s tiny bean-sized eyes. The experiment had reached its final stage; today, he would use the misbehaving kid to test the power of this thing.

As he contemplated it, the Mayor’s plump face sneered maliciously, sitting in his chair at home, secretly enjoying the fragrant tea brought by his servants.

On Long Yan’s side, Zhao Wuhun was barely human anymore. His black clothes shattered into countless pieces, his arm swollen like a balloon. Then, accompanied by the crisp sound, his hand turned into a claw the size of a face basin.

Not just Long Yan, but those nearby were stunned as well. Rat 2 cautiously took a glance, only to shiver afterward.

Good heavens, this thing is more of a monster than I am.

From Zhao Wuhun’s mouth came a blood-curdling howl, and his head gradually split. Finally, it became a state of half-human, half-wolf face.

"Captain..."

The black-clothed men beside them still wanted to say something, but Zhao Wuhun’s blood-red eyes instantly locked onto him. Bringing with them the sinister sound of breaking air, his massive claw struck him against the wall, smashing his body into pieces by sheer force.

A big hole was punched through the wall of the Cannibal Inn.

"Oh my!"

Accompanied by terrified shrieks, the black-clothed men in the room panicked, trying to squeeze out through the gate. But it was doomed to be futile; they had exerted great effort getting inside and now struggled with all of them pressed against the doorway.

Zhao Wuhun was now truly unrecognizable, showing no mercy towards his subordinates who usually lived alongside him. His giant claw struck, crushing four or five black-clothed men into pieces in one go, filling the not-small room with cries.

"Quick, follow that crack in the wall."

Long Yan pointed to the wall that had been smashed by the unfortunate one initially, a gap precisely large enough for a person to pass through. Actually, the walls of the Cannibal Inn were fairly thick, but Zhao Wuhun’s sheer power had forcefully created a passage, showcasing his current strength.

"What about you?"

Rat 2 couldn’t care less about the bloodstained marks on the wall anymore. His whole body scrambled towards the passage but hesitated, realizing that Long Yan saved his life. If he really abandoned Long Yan in his escape, wouldn’t that be inappropriate? It’s known that the Demon Race values loyalty far more than the Human Clan.

"I’m fine, I’m going to confront him."

Within Long Yan’s gaze, a fighting spirit surged. Zhao Wuhun’s combat power was off the charts now, far stronger than the black-clothed men.

The Mayor presumably deployed such a monster, intending that none of them would return alive today.

Long Yan thought that the Mayor was already sitting at home, awaiting their corpses to be found the next day. Where could there have been any murder case to investigate? A hundred dead bodies would be proof of some demonic curse, and all he’d need was to show a badge and block everyone away—a truly well-calculated plan.

No one would connect it to the Mayor, allowing him to continue experimenting with such creatures unnoticed.

Long Yan sneered briefly, instantly picturing the mastermind behind this incident. After all, the greatest beneficiary of killing so many, while maintaining dominance and remaining blameless, was none other than the Mayor himself.

Meanwhile, the black-clothed men usually doing shady things for the Mayor were about to be slaughtered by Zhao Wuhun. Only a few managed to escape through the door, only to discover at the door that it had been locked naturally when they entered.

The key to the gate hung on Zhao Wuhun’s waist, sealing their fate. They originally planned to kill Long Yan today, but never imagined their captain would transform into such a half-human half-demon beast monster—a shock indeed.

But they had no time to lament because Zhao Wuhun, like a devil, had reached behind them. The massive claw in his hand rose high against them; once it fell, they’d surely be beheaded.

The crimson right eye added to the eerie atmosphere in the darkness, its gaze filled with excitement—a thirst for blood, a wolf’s instinctual urge, indistinguishable from a ravenous wolf.

However, the black-clothed men beneath had no perception of the lurking danger. They hoped to locate Zhao Wuhun and seize the key before dealing with Zhao Wuhun’s demon-beast transformation with the city’s many mercenaries.

With a tearing sound, the claw collided in the air with a long spear. The weight of thousands of pounds carried by the spear made Zhao Wuhun’s claw ache, simultaneously awakening the black-clothed man beneath Zhao Wuhun. Seeing Zhao Wuhun behind him, he fled in panic, his destination unknown.

However, Zhao Wuhun showed no interest in the black-clothed man who had already escaped. His gaze landed above on the second floor, where Long Yan maintained the posture from just now. With a flick of his right hand, the magic gun made a turn and flew back into Long Yan’s hand.

The sound of footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs. With each step Long Yan took, it felt like a drumbeat in Zhao Wuhun’s heart. Despite his lack of consciousness, Zhao Wuhun sensed an instinctual threat from the young man before him.

"Come!"

Long Yan beckoned with his finger at Zhao Wuhun in front of him.

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