Bloodline Awakening: Tempest in the Bizarre World

There was always a voice in Walter's heart warning him that getting involved with other heterospecific too early was like dancing on thin ice, extremely dangerous. After all, he wasn't fully grown yet, and those heterospecific who had been struggling in the cruel survival environment for a long time had accumulated rich experience in life-and-death battles, which was like an insurmountable chasm standing in front of him.

"But now isn't the best time to act," Walter muttered to himself as he mingled among the crowd that was gradually returning to normal. He carried a basket full of meat pies in his hand, yelling to sell them while calculating in his mind. "The witch doctor has been captured by the Church. Surely many of the heterospecific who usually went to buy medicine will expose their identities. These days, the Church will surely launch a full-scale attack and hunt them down vigorously. If I go and contact them now, I'm afraid I'll also be drawn into this storm and be in great danger myself."

"Moreover, those deeply hidden heterospecific are always cautious and suspicious. They must have prepared spare potions in advance. They can still hold out for a while. I just need to find them before they run out of supplies."

Walter smiled and handed a meat pie to a customer. At this moment, his smile was no different from that of the people around him. Although the reasons behind everyone's smiles were different, the joyous atmosphere was spreading among the crowd.

When the execution fire on the high platform gradually weakened, leaving only a few sporadic sparks, Alice found Walter in the bustling crowd. Business had been quite good today, and there were still some meat pies left in the basket, which could just be taken home.

Yara, like a cheerful little tail, closely followed behind Aris. As soon as she saw Walter, her eyes lit up instantly, and she excitedly shouted, "Brother Walter!" Then, she trotted over with her short legs, bouncing like a little rabbit, and threw herself into Walter's arms, hugging his thigh. From her rosy cheeks and energetic appearance, it could be seen that she had a great time tonight.

Before long, they met up with Aris smoothly. The group walked home, chatting about the execution as they went.

Back home, Walter went to the attic alone. In the dim light, his body began to change strangely, and in the blink of an eye, he completed his transformation. He pricked up his ears and quietly felt all the movements around him, not missing the slightest sound.

The city seemed calm tonight, but in fact, there were undercurrents surging. Walter knew clearly that the Church must have laid a dragnet in every corner, like hunters waiting for their prey to take the bait, just waiting for those heterospecific who were in a panic because of the witch doctor's arrest to fall into the trap.

But this kind of high-intensity arrest operation couldn't last forever. On the one hand, the people of the Church were also flesh and blood. They needed to rest and couldn't stay up all night every day waiting for their prey. On the other hand, although there were some impulsive and irrational heterospecific,after these "early birds" were caught, the remaining ones were all sly and cautious. It would be almost impossible to catch them just by staking out.

"The throbbing of the bloodline is getting stronger and stronger," Walter said to himself as he listened to the sounds outside for a while and then slowly changed back to human form and lay down on the bed. In his werewolf state, his thinking was more driven by instinct, so all the information he obtained needed to be calmly analyzed and thought about in his human form.

"In about half a month to a month, my bloodline will be completely mature," Walter's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Next, I have to make good preparations for contacting other heterospecific."

In the following few days, every night was restless. Walter could clearly feel his bloodline becoming more and more restless in his body, as if it was eagerly calling for something.

"Should I continue to wait like this?" Walter was very conflicted. Going out now would definitely be full of dangers, but he touched the scar on his face, which was a symbol of courage and a testament to his journey. After a fierce ideological struggle and waiting for two more nights, he finally made up his mind to go out again.

The city was extremely quiet at night, so quiet that it made people feel uneasy. Walter stood on the street corner and looked into the distance. The whole city seemed to be covered by a huge black curtain, with only a few faint lights twinkling, like a few fireflies in the dark.

In his werewolf form, Walter didn't hesitate at all. Relying on his sharp instincts and agile skills, he quickly rushed towards Baron Kurtz's mansion. Soon, he arrived in front of the magnificent mansion and skillfully climbed up the wall covered with ivy, moving as lightly and nimbly as a panther.

His plan was to first gather information about Baron Kurtz, find some clues related to heterospecific from this mysterious nobleman, and then explore the traces of other heterospecific.

Just as he was about to reach the window, Walter's beastly intuition suddenly issued a strong warning. He felt something was wrong.

"This feeling is like I've barged into the territory of another fierce beast!" Walter was shocked. Through his intuition, he vaguely sensed a manic, unknown fluctuation rushing towards him. That fluctuation carried a powerful oppressive force, as if there was an invisible power colliding violently with his body. Instantly, his bloodline began to surge wildly, and a powerful force was awakened from the depths of his body, as if it was about to break through the shackles of his body.

This force originated from the depths of his bloodline and surged towards his brain like a surging tide from every corner of his body. Immediately ,his mind seemed to explode violently, and everything became blurred. In a trance, he saw a mysterious place that seemed both real and illusory.

In that mysterious place, a werewolf condensed from thick black smoke was charging towards him with two blood-red eyes, full of ferocity. The figure of the black smoke werewolf was getting bigger and bigger, as if it was going to swallow the whole world, almost filling Walter's entire field of vision.

Walter gritted his teeth, and the stubbornness and courage in his bones were instantly ignited. He rushed towards the black smoke werewolf without hesitation, with only one thought in his mind: If you dare to challenge me, I dare to fight back!

In his werewolf state, Walter, driven by instinct and courage, fearlessly engaged in a fierce battle with the black smoke werewolf. Their bodies collided together, making a dull sound. The black smoke giant wolf was scattered by Walter, but it quickly re-aggregated. It spun its huge body, raised its huge claws high, and with a whistling wind, swung them fiercely towards Walter's back.

At the same time, that black smoke-like body also wrapped around like a tide, seemingly trying to completely engulf Walter and make him disappear from this mysterious place forever.

In this chaotic battle, all kinds of disorderly things began to impact Walter's consciousness. Faint whispers echoed in his ears, distorted images constantly flashed in front of his eyes, and the creepy howls, as if coming from the abyss of hell, almost made his spirit collapse.

Just when Walter felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, his figure suddenly became blurred and disappeared in the encirclement of the black smoke werewolf.

Walter only felt a sharp pain in the center of his forehead, as if he had been stabbed by a sharp blade. Then, he withdrew from that mysterious place that seemed both real and illusory and found that he was still lying on the wall by the window. Everything that had just happened was like a terrible nightmare.

At this time, the door at the end of the corridor "creaked" and opened, and a burly man with brown wavy hair draped over his shoulders, a full beard, and wearing a loose long shirt walked out. His brown eyes were like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, scanning the surroundings. That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the walls and detect Walter's presence.

With a light tap of his toes on the ground, his body instantly changed, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a brown-furred werewolf, rushing towards Walter's direction with a terrifying ferocity, like a shell fired from a gun.

"Same kind! And an extremely powerful one!" Walter was shocked. After realizing this, he subconsciously followed his heart's choice and, without hesitation, jumped off the wall. After landing, he made a few leaps and bounds and disappeared into the darkness like a gust of wind.

The brown-furred werewolf came to the window, jumped out, and squatted on the windowsill, supporting the window frame with his hands. His eyes searched in the dark shadows, trying to find Walter's trace, but he only saw a shadow quickly disappearing into the depths of the darkness and soon disappeared without a trace.

"This guy?" The werewolf quickly changed back to human form, jumped back into the room, and calmly adjusted the sash of his long shirt, retying it tightly. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"Who is it?" Baron Kurtz, dressed in noble attire and a bit bald, walked out calmly. There was an inherent arrogance and dignity in his eyes. Looking closely, a complex heraldic mark appeared on the back of his hand, composed of a semi-circle and a triangle, with various mysterious symbols engraved inside, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.

"A little guy," the burly man replied casually. He didn't seem to have the desire to pursue further. "This little guy has great potential. His bloodline hasn't awakened yet, but he can force his way into the perception realm in the collision of perceptions with me and also withdraw in time. Such strong control over his own perception is very rare in the werewolf clan. Those sorcerers would definitely be very interested if they knew."

"Now that Witch Doctor Hoda is dead, anyone dares to show up," Baron Kurtz muttered discontentedly. Looking at the crushed floor on the corridor and the clear claw marks on the window, the heraldic mark on the back of his hand didn't dissipate but flickered with a faint light. He looked down at the burly man and coldly said, "And don't cause trouble here! This is my territory, and I won't allow you to act recklessly!"

"Got it!" The burly man scratched his cheek, glanced at the mark, and nodded, with a look of indifference on his face, as if he didn't care about Baron Kurtz's arrogant attitude. He knew in his heart that the nobles were different from their heterospecific. Although they both obtained power from their bloodlines, the power of the nobles relied not only on individuals but also on their families and the entire noble system. So their power was more complex and powerful, and not to be easily provoked.

Walter circled around in the dark several more times to make sure he wasn't being followed. Then, completely losing the thought of searching for other heterospecific,he returned to the attic with a heavy heart.

"Baron Kurtz has quite a nerve!" Walter rubbed his head with a headache, secretly marveling in his heart. He never expected that Baron Kurtz not only raised a group of bandits outside the city but also had such a close connection with werewolves inside Shates City.

You know, the Diwei Holy Kingdom is a theocratic country, and the Church has strict control over the nobles. Any little sign of trouble can't escape the Church's eyes. In such an environment, Baron Kurtz still dares to get involved with werewolves. His courage is extraordinary, and there must be unknown secrets and a powerful backer behind him.

"It seems I overestimated myself. The original plan needs to be readjusted," Walter sat by the bed, lost in thought. He began to carefully sort out the various relationships in the South District of Shates City, trying to find a new way out from the intricate clues and re-plan his action plan. After a long time of thinking and analysis, he couldn't hold on any longer and curled up in the corner of the bed, falling asleep in a daze.