At this sight, the Miller Family's guards in the distance were completely dumbfounded.
It seemed as if, for a moment, everyone forgot about the attack.
They watched the werewolf, his head streaming thick streams of blood, and unconsciously swallowed their saliva.
The key point was... he was still laughing!
A wild, crazed laugh.
...
After dealing with the troublesome third-tier guard, Leonard Churchill stood up, gripping the hilt of his sword, he pulled out the longsword that pierced through his chest.
Then he felt his back.
Pulled out two daggers.
These were left behind by the assassin who attempted a surprise attack on him earlier when he bowed.
Weapons pulled out from wounds, blood gushing out.
At this moment, his entire, massive werewolf body was covered in wounds, looking like a bloody mess.
These were serious injuries.
Even if it didn't kill him on the spot, a normal person would have already lost his fighting ability.
However, everyone was mistaken.
