I Became A Zompirewolf

Camilla had cast the barrier in hopes of hunting down weak teenagers, but now the barrier had turned into a death sentence for her. The barrier wasn't large by any means, Camilla intentionally made the barrier cover a small area for a couple of reasons.

First, if the barrier was diminutive, the chance of someone stumbling on it was next to nothing. And secondly, it prevented the prey from running away as there wasn't enough space to run in the first place.

With seventeen of them, including Kai, Nico, Ashton and the other remaining werewolf, the area within the barrier was already cramped. But with the addition of 10 more summons, Ashton had successfully backed the assailants up in a corner.

"Camilla lower the barrier!" The assassin from before yelled at her.

If they didn't get out of the barrier they would die. Even though none of them knew the level of the death knight or the skeleton wolves, the assassins were sure they were outmatched. On top of that, only God knew what other tricks the bastard kid had.

The longer they stayed there, the weirder things were getting. At that moment all thoughts about killing Kai were thrown out of their heads and replaced by the instinct of survival.

But even then, Camilla couldn't help but think of one thing... what if they managed to take the tribrid alive? Then they would be able to find out more about him and how the fck he became something that shouldn't have ever existed.

"Are you listening to me? Lift the fucking barrier!"

"No."

"What? Look bitch, we agreed to help you because the plan was easy and so was the task." The assassin threatened her, "We are not here to die. But if you won't lift the barrier then I guess it leaves us no choice."

He took out his dagger and was about to stab Camilla in the chest when he was blown away, just like Ashton had before.

"Do you have a single brain cell in your fucking head?" Camilla lashed out at the man, "If I drop the barrier, everyone would get to know what's going on here in mere moments! Kai would escape and the Overlord would personally torture us to our deaths! Do you fucking want that?"

The assassins stared at each other. Their eyes reflected how frustrated they were inside. What Camilla said made sense. They were doomed and the only way to save themselves was to fight. But that was easier said than done.

"Keep them all busy and give me some time. I'll come up with a strategy to get us out of this mess safely." Camilla mumbled, "If possible try to restrain the kid. Do not kill him unless you absolutely have to-"

While she was saying that, the giant knight made his move. With a swing of his broadsword, a gust of hellish winds was released, kicking Camilla and a couple of others down. At the same time, the skeletal wolves lunged at them tearing the flesh apart of an unlucky assassin.

A moment later all hell broke loose. The undead summons were perfect to counter assassins who were used to having short battles.

Extended fights weren't the forte of these people, and unlike the undead summons, they could easily run out of stamina. If that were to happen, it would be all over for them.

That being said, assassins were the most efficient when it came to single target execution. If only they could put their efforts together, they just might be able to take care of the summons without fighting them... that is by killing the summoner.

However, in all of that chaos, they lost sight of Ashton. No one knew where he was and frankly, none of them had the time to look around for him either.

The skeletons' charge was relentless. They came in like a horde, bite the targets, and then jumped back before either of the assassins could do anything. Their teamwork was splendid, without a single flaw.

"Damn it! Where the hell is that bastard!" One of the assassins yelled while deflecting a wolve's attack.

"Be careful what you wish for..."

Suddenly, he saw his shadow distort right in front of his eyes. He knew something was coming, however, before he could do anything, Ashton poked his eyes with the help of his blade.

With his sight compromised, the man began swinging his daggers in random directions. All of which Ashton dodged with ease before punching through the man's chest using his werewolf claws and crushing his heart. Just like that, two out of the twelve assassins were dead.

"I thought they would be tough opponents to deal with. That's why I approached them cautiously, but it looks like I can handle them while I'm in Zompirewolf form."

The mask of vampirism wasn't built to be used in all-out battles, but Ashton found a way to use it to his advantage even in that scenario. But now that the mask's skill was on cooldown, Ashton prepared himself to engage them head-on.

"That bastard took down Francis!"

Yet another assassin roared and lunged at Ashton. The latter saw her coming but didn't do a thing. Instead, Ashton simply smiled, knowing the attacker's fate. She got closer and closer to Ashton.

Her daggers were ready to bathe in his blood. But at the last moment, someone of gargantuan physique appeared in front of her. Before she could even try to dodge Sven, he swung his broadsword with all his might.

The sword made contact with the assassin's torso... ripping her apart into two pieces. Sven seized her upper body through her hair and tossed it towards Ashton, who just like before, ripped her heart out, killing her in an instant.

"Nice one Sven!" Ashton praised the Death Knight as he respectfully bowed to take his master's praise, "I should feed you more souls and make you stronger. Hm... bring me the corpses of those whom you kill. I'll turn their souls into enhancement material for you."

"Thank... you... master." Sven said in his broken vocabulary.

Ashton nodded and turned around to look for the main instigator of this mess.

"You wanna play hide and seek? Fine by me." Ashton smirked as a notification flashed before his eyes...

[Skill: <Wolf's mark> has been activated.]