The Tale Of Lycan
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e lying around, scattered
re about to die sounded ev
evident on his face. But it's his hands that are the most terrifying. The man's hands were
ered corpses one by one, but the person h
ck!
il the man's neck was severely cut. The severed veins of his neck spurted out blood, but his li
ted, calling someone's name again a
was vast, and many corpses were wrestling with broken bodies. The man c
man was on their side, attacked him from all directions. And because the man was going crazy, killing any
er long black hair was matted to the ground and stained with blood. Her beautiful face was almost unrecognizable anymore; her beautiful, bloo
he female in white, who was already flushed with blood. The man looked
ing and desperate, but he knew the life of
d Djiwa, sounded hoarse like it came
ving now. I will find t
ing a lot of blood that continued to melt. Her eyes began to close weakly, but not with her ha
hold on any longer, put his ear close to Djiwa's mouth
iwa said again. Her injured
d that was on Djiwa's lips. "Don't talk yet
ld die soon, but he didn't want to lose hope. But before he lift
." Djiwa exhaled a sigh of
Why has it all come to this? If only Djiwa had reciprocated his
to be ready to give up just yet. "If there is reincarnation, I
d.
d speaking because her eyes had already closed and the
e death he could not accept was this one. He is u
born indigenous instead of a Dutch or another European nation? Why, it seemed, hadn't Djiwa been born? Why
mean to you, Djiwa? Has
ould no longer answer his question. The woman who had stolen hi
ailing voice is similar to the voice of a beast. Klaus cri
es were shot by Dutch bullets one by one. Klaus carried Djiwa's body, and for the first time, in front of everyone, he became a be
re gasped at the sight of the awful creature, and soon he became the main target of everyone's ire. The Du
ut any residue and then piled up their corpses. That day, there was a flood of blood, but the scariest thing was when Klaus, who had transformed into