The crimson moon was embedded in the night sky, as if a terrifying wound had suddenly appeared in the heavens, and the blood-red moonlight it emitted was the blood flowing down from it.
Kons merely marveled briefly at the strange scenery brought by the "blood moon" before turning his gaze back to the factory building.
He quickly spotted the Loen words on the sign.
After reading them briefly, he understood the purpose of this building.
"A textile factory?"
He remembered that Audrey seemed to have recently invested in a textile factory.
However, there were far too many textile factories in Backlund.
It couldn't possibly be this exact one, could it?
Kons thought this half-jokingly as he stepped forward to climb over the wall and jump into the factory grounds.
The bright blood-red moonlight spread across the ground, illuminating the path for him.
Though this was quite convenient, such a scene was somewhat eerie and terrifying.
The area around the factory was very quiet, with no passersby.
The late December weather was cold and damp, as if the icy blood on the ground had risen with moisture, seeping into his bones.
Unease gradually welled up in Kons's heart.
"Swish!"
He drew the revolver at his waist.
The cylinder was loaded with Beyonder bullets that could deliver powerful striking effects against all sorts of evil enemies.
With the weapon in hand, he immediately felt more confident.
Heh, even if there really is an evil spirit, I can rely on this...
"Ahhh!"
Just as he thought this, a shrill scream instantly shattered the night's tranquility.
Are my words that effective?
Kons froze, then gripped his gun and sprinted toward the source of the scream.
Such obvious abnormality was very likely his target of investigation!
"Thud thud thud!"
He was already a Sequence 9 Arbiter, his body somewhat enhanced.
Under his full sprint, it took very little time to reach the scene.
Rounding the corner of the factory building, Kons raised his revolver and aimed forward.
The scene before him immediately made his eyes widen.
Under the blood-red moonlight, an old man in ordinary East Borough clothing lay on the ground, his face showing despair.
On his abdomen crouched a terrifying monster.
Its entire body was covered in black fur, its claws long and sharp.
Its head was buried deep in the abdomen, shaking and tearing, as if venting a bloodthirsty killing desire.
"Save... me..."
The man on the ground looked at Kons, his voice weak. He still retained a thread of life, though he was already at death's door.
Boom!
Kons felt his scalp tingle. This was the first time he'd encountered such a scene!
"Roar!"
The monster sensed someone approaching.
It raised its head, revealing a twisted, terrifying face.
Its muzzle protruded forward, its fangs stained with blood and visceral fragments.
The eyes looking at Kons showed undisguised malice and madness.
It somewhat resembled a human, but more resembled a wolf.
Under the blood-red moonlight's illumination, it looked just like a werewolf from legend!
"Bang!"
Fear drove Kons to shoot.
The demon-banishing bullet in the cylinder roared out, the recoil violently striking his palm.
Time seemed to slow down.
He saw smoke gush from the revolver, the bullet break through the muzzle with a flash of fire, carrying tremendous force to instantly strike the werewolf's abdomen, tearing open a huge gash in its belly.
"Splash!"
A large mass of intestines flowed out through the werewolf's wound, steaming hot with white vapor!
"Ugh!"
Kons nearly vomited but still struggled to grip the revolver tightly and continue shooting.
"Bang bang bang!"
All three bullets missed because the werewolf, holding its bloody intestines with one hand, charged forward at astonishing speed.
Kons saw a blurred shadow flash before his eyes and instinctively dodged to the left...
"Pft!"
That was the sound of flesh being torn.
A tremendous force struck from the right, piercing through his ribs directly into his body.
It was the werewolf's claw!
Kons's body flew through the air, crashing into the factory wall several meters behind.
He rolled once on the ground, feeling all his strength dissipate. Looking to his right, he discovered five deep, bloody wounds on his right ribs.
Blood flowed down from the wounds. If he hadn't dodged in time, that strike would have been enough to tear his body apart!
Such a dangerous enemy!
Kons was terrified.
The opponent was clearly a Beyonder, and far stronger than himself!
Sequence 8, or Sequence 7?
Whichever it was, it wasn't something his current self could handle!
"Roar..."
The ferocious, terrifying werewolf looked at him coldly, then directly used its hands to stuff the bloody intestines back into its body.
Its wounds were rapidly healing.
Where's my gun?
Kons's stamina was draining.
He fumbled constantly on the ground, trying to find his weapon.
Although this weapon couldn't kill the opponent, it was his only hope at this moment!
Finally, guided by the moonlight, he spotted the handgun lying not far away.
However, the werewolf had already walked over.
Just as Kons was about to touch the revolver, it extended its foot and stepped on his hand.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out, bringing Kons pain while also cutting off his last hope.
He watched in despair as a cruel smile appeared on the werewolf's face.
Am I going to die here?
Kons couldn't help but think.
I'm sorry, Mr. Levi, you were right...
At this moment, his heart was filled with regret, despair, and unwillingness.
The faces of his family flashed before his eyes.
He desperately yearned to see them one more time: his caring older brother, his loving mother, and his father who, though he nagged a lot, was equally considerate of him...
Just then, past the werewolf's body, he saw the old man gradually slipping toward death.
The wound on his abdomen had stopped bleeding. His organs had a pink sheen under the moonlight.
Yet he was still struggling with effort, his eyes seeming to be filled, like Kons's, with unwillingness.
Why did this happen?
Old Jack asked himself in his dying moments.
He had finally ended his wandering days in the East Borough and met Father Preacher.
This generous and benevolent gentleman had given him a stable life and a wonderful job.
Who would have thought that just by leaving the factory a bit late today, he would encounter a man-eating monster...
I don't want to die yet, I still wanted to live a few more good days...
Old Jack's vision was darkening.
His heart filled with unwillingness, he used every last bit of strength to call out weakly with his final breath:
"Father Preacher..."
That voice was extremely faint, and as it was spoken, it witnessed the death of its original owner.
Kons didn't hear what the other person said, but he knew very clearly that the next to die would be himself.
The werewolf released its foot but kicked his body again, flipping him to face upward.
Is it going to eat my organs like it did to that man?
Kons felt the foul-smelling, bloody mouth approaching...
But just then, a distant, ethereal voice suddenly rang out:
"I come, I see, I record."
An illusory door suddenly opened, and a red figure slowly emerged from behind it.