Chapter 335: Wisdom in Madness

No one knew why Clayton was so excited.

They had never heard of naval guns, and they had no feelings about Pan's appearance in the world.

Only Clayton could feel this shock.

The werewolf's long snout approached Pan's body, and he could almost smell the fresh salty seawater and the hot gunpowder from it, which was a completely different smell from where they were now.

The huge wound under the right rib of this giant was definitely caused by a cannonball, and the reason why he judged that this was an attack from the ship was because of the dense silver short spears piercing its body.

At first glance, you might think that these metal spikes with barbs on the tip are broken spear tips, but this is not the case. They are ammunition for heavy harpoon guns used by sea adventurers to hunt whales, and there are still broken fishing lines at the end. Each of these ammunition weighs four pounds and is fired through an air pressure adjustment device. The power is enough to penetrate thin steel plates.

The number of harpoons pierced on this Pan proves that it has encountered more than one brave warrior.

As far as Clayton knew, only the pagan knights of the Hisar Islands Empire used this weapon on a large scale. They had fought with Towton's troops at sea. The climate at sea was humid, and gunpowder often got damp, so those pagan warriors used this weapon, which could penetrate the heavy armor of Towton's knight officers and drag them out of the battle formation.

Clayton had read the records of that war and understood the tactics of the Hisar people. He could almost imagine that picture in his mind - at a seaside port, a giant with a sheep's head suddenly appeared at the cargo storage area. The busy workers and sailors were caught off guard and fled from their work place in a panic, leaving a mess.

The navy stationed at the port blew the horn, and more than forty pagan knights rushed from the nearest knights' station, facing the panicked fleeing crowd and walked towards Pan, shooting at it with the heavy harpoon guns in their hands, and then dragged the rope back like a boatman, intending to restrict its movement. The pointed barbs of the harpoon penetrated the monster's torso and limbs, and embedded into the flesh as they exerted their strength. At the same time, there were musketeers shooting at Pan.

The pain made Pan go crazy. He struggled hard and broke many ropes. He may have killed many people, but the warriors had completed their task of delaying time.

A warship in Lingang began to prepare at the moment the horn was blown. It slowly turned. During this process, a rotating cannon fixed on the side of the ship was controlled by a skilled gunner and fired at the 15-foot-tall monster from a long distance. Although the ship was slightly bumping with the waves, he still hit the target accurately.

This hit the right rib of Pan, who was restrained by the warriors, and broke half of his body.

The heavy injury made Pan kneel down, but the warriors of Hisar began to evacuate.

This was not cowardice, but to avoid the firepower of their own people.

The warship finally turned to a suitable angle, and a cannon on the side lowered its muzzle. The gunner fired a shotgun shell, which was used to "clean" the deck of the enemy ship in the past, but now it was this enemy who suffered.

The hail of bullets hit Pan, but perhaps because of the distance, the lethality was reduced.

The many bullets embedded in the fur matched the image of the filling inside the shotgun tube in Clayton's memory.

Pan did not die, but he also realized that this was not a place for him to make trouble, so he turned around and ran away.

But another cannon was also ready, and this time it fired a chain bullet. The rotating chain and blade caught up with Pan from behind and cut off his leg in an instant.

The werewolf's fingers scraped across the cross-section of Pan's broken leg, which was still stained with rust particles.

Pan fell to the ground, motionless. When the soldiers of the Hisar Empire were about to continue the attack, it suddenly supported itself with both hands, knocked over a pile of debris, and went around to the back of the nearest building to take a break. A fly was not afraid of its strength and stopped to lay eggs on its wound. After a few seconds of rest, the soldiers rushed here, but could only watch it suddenly disappear. The next thing was the story they knew happened in the fairyland.

The above process may be different from the actual situation, but the difference will not be too big. Many evidences prove this.

The reason why Pan was so miserable was that it appeared in front of a well-trained army, but what if it appeared in the city?

Clayton couldn't imagine it.

The injuries on Pan's body showed that the world was not safe either.

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When thinking of the name Chude Osmar, irritability and rage surged into Clayton Bello's chest. His stomach twitched, and suddenly he felt that the world was blank. The feeling of fullness that the fairyland had always provided him disappeared, and the feeling of hunger completely occupied his consciousness.

The werewolf raised its neck, then dived down, biting Pan's body with a gasp, and completely buried its upper body in the blood plasma.

"Damn, he's crazy." A dwarf said.

Pileg looked at the werewolf in astonishment, then turned to look at Donna: "What's going on? There is no moon in Wonderland, why did his moon mania attack?"

"Werewolves don't only go crazy under the moonlight." Donna recalled the various taboos that Clayton told her, and answered him affirmatively: "He must be very angry now."

The dwarf next to him spread his hands: "Just because of that ship gun?"

"So what is a ship gun?" another dwarf asked.

Pileg asked with concern: "How long will he last like this?"

"Why doesn't he bite us?" More dwarves gathered around.

"What do we do next?" - Everyone's question.

"Are we going back?"

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After Clayton lost his mind, the responsibility of answering questions fell on Donna. Everyone else thought that she was Clayton's heir, so she should know all the plans and the reasons why Clayton became like this.

But she didn't know what a naval gun was!

For the first time, the girl felt how poor her mind was. She was overwhelmed and perfunctory, giving all kinds of ambiguous answers.

After a while, Clayton gradually stopped.

As the object of this gluttonous feast, one-fifth of Pan's body was eaten, and his chest and abdomen were completely hollowed out by the werewolf.

And the horizontal pupils on the huge sheep head that rolled on the ground no longer moved.

Because it was between humans and beasts, the immortal power of the fairyland only worked half on it. When the head was cut off, its chest was still heaving, but when Clayton ate its heart, it really died.

Clayton stopped eating, and his yellow eyes looked at it quietly, as seriously as if he was looking at himself in the mirror.

"Huh - he's fine, you can ask him." Donna breathed a sigh of relief.

People threw questions to Clayton, but he didn't say a word, just lying quietly on Pan's body.

This silence was really strange.

Just when everyone thought he was still in a state of madness, he suddenly said: "I have to deal with something with my daughter, you go back to the house we stayed in before."

He got up, threw the head to the dwarf, and then grabbed the axe and walked towards the direction of the castle without explaining anything.

Donna grabbed Clara and followed him, observing Clayton through the latter's eyes. The mental state he showed made her begin to worry about his state. He now gave her the feeling that he had changed his inner self, a soul similar to Clayton, but completely driven by anger.

In this state, he had no love for external things in his heart. He chose Donna to go with him not to take better care of her, but just to use her at this moment.

"This is the curse," the girl couldn't help thinking. Although she didn't think she was a child who needed constant care, this kind of indifference that had never appeared on Clayton hurt her a little.

This was not the usual Clayton, but it was Clayton's unquestionable other side.

They were one.

The route the uncle and nephew took was the same as others in the early stage, but Clayton's pace was getting faster and faster. Donna had to run at full speed to keep up with him, and the others were left far behind.

"You can use the magic of pointing to objects instead of shapes." Clayton suddenly spoke.

Donna didn't understand why he brought it up at this time, but she still admitted it.

This magic has been used twice recently. The first time, Clayton's gun was used to die for him once, and the second time, the mosquito swarm killer was used to resist Edwards' magic attack. This is something Clayton has known for a long time.

"Can this magic be used on others?"

"It should be possible."

Donna was not sure, but she believed that her attainments in this magic had improved, and at least it could work in part.

"Okay." Clayton fell silent again.

These made Donna worried. She was worried that she had taken on too much trust, and hurriedly explained the principle of this magic.

"This magic needs to be applied to the theory of spiritual replacement. Among them, the connection between the breath of people and objects is a necessary requirement, and it cannot be used casually. Only objects that the recipient has invested their heart and soul can be used as substitutes to resist damage. At the very least, it must be the personal belongings that the recipient often carries and has been contaminated with his breath for a long time."

She hesitated for a moment: "Your axe meets this condition, but it has been used once and cannot be sacrificed a second time."

The werewolf is now naked, and the mosquito slayer is already in a damaged state. Apart from this, she really can't see what else Clayton has that can be used as a spellcasting material.

"I know." Clayton said in a calm tone: "So I asked you if you can use this magic on others."

"Use it on whom?"

"Our enemies."

Donna thought about what he meant while running, and unknowingly, they had arrived in front of the deep pit where the castle sank again.

The werewolf stopped here, overlooking the darkness in the deep pit.

"Are you ready? I hope you won't vomit again this time." Clayton's tone was a little more lively, and he was temporarily free from the influence of the curse.

Donna's nervous heart finally relaxed. She carried Clara on her shoulders and then jumped on the werewolf's back.

"Of course." She said happily.