In this world, even though it is strange, humans still stand at the top of the food chain.
In the parking lot, cries of pain erupted. Bald Head was struck by Ronan in the ankles and chest. Devoid of the strength to move, he was unable to die in that moment.
When he fell, the AK he had thrown was about ten meters away.
Werewolves are flesh and blood; handgun bullets can penetrate! Although werewolves are only wounded and not killed, and their injuries are on the brink of healing, they might not withstand the power of an automatic rifle firing at close range.
Therefore, as the werewolf kicked away the UMP45, Ronan turned his gaze towards the AK and dashed in that direction! Alexander, who had seen the CIA's information and the scene, and now witnessed it with his own eyes, knew that Ronan's greatest strength was his marksmanship. He immediately lunged towards the AK that was closer to him!
However, Ronan suddenly halted his movement and turned to sprint towards a nearby room! Alexander swiftly changed direction and pursued.
His speed was incredibly fast, and he was quickly catching up to Ronan.
Yet, the room wasn't far from this spot. In a matter of a few breaths, Ronan was already closing in on the door.
Alexander pounced forward! Ronan activated his spiritual vision, spun around, threw a dagger, and simultaneously chanted "Steel Claw." He thrust both hands forward, colliding forcefully with the werewolf.
The werewolf's paws that Alexander had extended slapped the dagger away. One claw grasped onto Ronan's left hand, but the sharp claws left no wounds.
Ronan's body had already crashed into the werewolf! With a powerful charging momentum, Alexander lowered his head, aiming his forehead at Ronan's chest.
As werewolves inherit many traits of wolves, this collision gave Alexander confidence he could shatter Ronan's chest bone.
Ronan used his right hand to block in front of his chest, but his arm from wrist to shoulder nearly lost all sensation. The pain in his chest was so intense that he could barely breathe, and he was sent flying backward from the impact.
The force of Alexander's charge also came to a halt.
However, Ronan had been prepared. While he was being propelled backward, his eyes remained fixed on the ground beneath the werewolf. He concentrated his energy to ignite flames! The fragments of his soul he had scattered earlier were there! Chanting "Soul Flame," with a loud crash, Ronan went through the room's door and slammed onto the floor.
Exhaling heavily—
Under Alexander's feet, flames erupted unexpectedly, immediately igniting the dark black fur!
But compared to the incident at the quarry, these flames were much smaller.
Alexander stood at the edge of the flaming trap. Only the flames ignited by a single soul fragment could reach him. He stepped back, rolling and screaming in pain as he attempted to extinguish the flames.
The werewolf's body had much stronger resistance to such unique flames compared to a regular human.
Yet, extinguishing them was not easy! He writhed in pain on the ground!
Ronan quickly got up, grabbed his bag, pulled out the Glock 26 he had obtained from the voodoo witch, and immediately raised the gun to shoot.
Bang, bang, bang! Without exception, each bullet hit the werewolf!
The werewolf continued to struggle.
Ronan fired his gun while limping, walking out. He aimed the barrel at the werewolf's head, shot after shot!
"Ah—"
Alexander howled in pain, his wolf mouth wide open: "Who are you! You... Who... are..."
Ronan squeezed the trigger, a bullet drilling into the wolf's mouth, stifling his remaining words.
The werewolf continued to roll on the ground, handgun bullets not powerful enough! Ronan hurriedly reached the AK, picked up the assault rifle, and aimed it at the werewolf's head, which was still shaking in agony. He pulled the trigger again and again! This rifle packed immense power; the remaining dozen or so bullets all landed on the werewolf's head, obliterating the entire wolf's skull.
The tumbling werewolf finally came to a stop.
Flames burned, emitting a charred odor. Ronan removed the magazine from the AK, approached the Bald Head, took out a fresh magazine from his leg, replaced it, then turned his aim toward the werewolf's chest and unleashed another flurry of bullets.
Subsequently, he dropped the empty AK, staggering and panting heavily.
Pain!
His leg, arm, back, chest—all ached severely!
But he could endure it!
Compared to the torture he had endured after being betrayed by a spy in northern Myanmar in his original world, these injuries were nothing.
Bald Head still had some breath left. He weakly raised one hand, attempting to grab Ronan's pant leg, but he couldn't stretch it out. He could only mutter: "I... have a... son. He... can't be without a father. I have a son... I beg you..."
Limping on his injured leg, Ronan picked up the dagger, the M9, and the Glock 26, smoothly changed the magazine of the M9, turned his hand around, and shot one more round into the bald head's skull.
"Exhale—exhale—"
Taking a few deep breaths, his breathing slightly stabilized. Ronan, hobbling and limping, went around the flames, entered the room, and knocked on the shattered door panel: "Jessie, come out, let's go!"
Only then did Jessica crawl out from under the bed.
Seeing Ronan for the first time, sorrow overwhelmed her, and tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes.
The man who had been as solid as iron was now hobbling, his face a mass of bruises, blood oozing from his mouth and the corners of his nose, his shoulders and back still bleeding.
"You're hurt!" Her voice was hoarse.
Ronan's voice remained steady: "Surface wounds, won't kill me. Let's go quickly!"
Jessica didn't waste words, slung her bag on her back, and followed Ronan outside. She glanced curiously at the flames rising in front of the door and the charred bodies ahead, but refrained from asking further.
Ronan got into the passenger seat of the pickup truck: "You drive."
Jessica nodded, started the engine: "Where to?"
Ronan touched the wound on his left arm: "Find a concealed spot. I need to tend to my wounds."
The car pulled away, and Ronan activated his spiritual vision, observing three red auras in the parking lot and behind the house. He turned his left hand in their direction, and the red light flickered.
Soul fragments +2.
Soul fragments +2.
These were from the sniper and Bald Head.
Lastly, his left hand turned toward the werewolf's corpse.
Ancient One's Soul Fragment +1!
Meanwhile, a message displayed: "Soul fragment of a low-level werewolf who has lived for centuries. Due to the dispersal of magic, the werewolf's strength has severely degraded, and it could only absorb a fragment of the Ancient One's soul."
Exiting the parking lot, Ronan looked towards the east, where the taillights of a car vanished into the night.
Covered in injuries, his priority was to tend to his wounds; Ronan didn't pay detailed attention to the related information.
Jessica drove for a while and took a turn onto a small road. This area had mountains, water, and a lake. They followed the path to the lakeside and found an empty space to stop.
"What do you need me to do?" She noticed Ronan's forehead glistening with sweat due to the pain.
Ronan pushed open the car door and had Jessica turn on the headlights. He took off his clothes and said, "Help me clean the wounds!"
In most places, it was fine, but the wounds on his left shoulder and back, inflicted by the werewolf's scratches, needed prompt attention.
Jessica pulled out a case of bottled mineral water from the car and fetched some feminine products she had bought in Carterville. She walked up to the front of the car.
The gashes on Ronan's robust upper body were rather terrifying to look at.
Jessica suppressed her discomfort from staring directly at the wounds. She opened a bottle of mineral water and used it to clean Ronan's wounds. The ice-cold water touching the wounds caused Ronan to grit his teeth in pain.
"Should I slow down?" Jessica asked.
Ronan replied, "Keep going!"
After carefully cleaning the wounds, Jessica opened one of the feminine products. "For patching up injuries, someone used this in a movie."
Given the current circumstances, without a better option, Ronan nodded. "That'll work."
Jessica also took out a bra she had brought from Carterville, removed the straps, and used them as makeshift bindings.
Both of them displayed no embarrassment.
Ronan had experienced life and death; he wasn't concerned about these trivial matters.
Jessica was a Latina woman.
The wound on his left shoulder received the same treatment.
"You need medicine." Jessica had common sense: "We need a clinic or a pharmacy; the wounds might get infected!"
Mentioning medicine, Ronan recalled something and went to his car to fetch his bag. He reached inside and pulled out two pill bottles.
One bottle contained painkillers, and the other was antibiotics.
These were given to him by Father Thomas before he left, along with the mention that they might come in handy someday.
A modernized exorcist indeed.
Under the light, Ronan checked the instructions on the antibiotics, poured out the pills, and washed them down with mineral water.
Jessica was concerned and took the bottle and instructions, saying, "High-quality medication from a big company."
Ronan nodded, "A friend gave them to me."
It seemed Father Thomas was a good person.
Ronan decided not to take the painkillers since many of them had side effects.
Looking at the time, he started packing up: "Let's change location."
The two of them got back into the car and returned to the road, continuing westward.
Ronan sat in the passenger seat, sorting through the information he had gathered.
Putting in effort and receiving something in return always brought comfort.
He summoned the Book of Dominion to check the Ancient One's Soul Fragment. It was a golden crystalline structure. "So, the Ancient One's Soul Fragment comes from these old creatures that have lived for a long time."
The Ancient One's Soul Fragment was a necessity for advancing to the Second Tier Plunderer.
The special parts of nine enchanted animals required for the advancement needed to be catalyzed by fifty regular Soul Fragments and one Ancient One's Soul Fragment to ignite the Soul Flame. After they absorbed the power of the soul, they could be consumed.
Ronan's main concern was locating their source.
As long as there's a clear goal, there's always a way to figure it out.
The rewards were substantial, and that provided a person with a strong drive.
He now had the Ancient One's Soul Fragment.
After deducting the recent usage, there were still over ninety regular Soul Fragments left.
Even the Spirit Leopard had a potential target. Life was full of hope.
They were just waiting for Antonio Garcia.
In the middle of the night, Jessica, who was driving, couldn't stay awake. Ronan had her turn the car into a secluded spot with cover and told her to take a nap before they continued.
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