Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

Chapter 487 Full Transformation II

The transformation started instantly.

The moment Danill’s voice roared across the battlefield the atmosphere itself seemed to change.

"FULL TRANSFORMATION EVERYONE!"

A violent wave of pressure exploded outward.

The injured wolves moved first.

The three werewolves who had been bleeding heavily suddenly threw their heads back as guttural growls ripped out of their throats. Their bodies convulsed violently and the sound of bones snapping echoed across the front yard one after another.

Crack.

Crunch.

Pop.

Their spines bent unnaturally as muscle expanded beneath skin. Fur burst out rapidly across their arms, shoulders, necks and faces. Their clothes tore apart under the sudden increase in size while claws extended into long curved weapons capable of tearing through steel.

Anya screamed softly in shock and grabbed Liam harder.

"Oh my God..."

Her fingers dug into his arm as she stared outside with wide trembling eyes.

This was no movie.

No special effects.

No masks.

The creatures outside were becoming monsters right before her eyes.

Danill’s own transformation was even more terrifying.

His body exploded upward in size until he towered over the battlefield like a beast born purely for war. Thick black fur spread across his massive frame while his yellow eyes glowed brighter beneath the moonlight. Steam rolled from his mouth with every breath and his claws dug into the ground hard enough to crack the concrete beneath him.

The other wolves transformed beside him one after another.

Seven monsters.

Seven massive beasts standing against forty vampires.

And somehow...

The vampires hesitated.

Liam noticed it immediately.

Before now the vampires had looked confident. Aggressive. Like hunters surrounding prey.

But the moment the werewolves completed their transformations the balance shifted.

Fear.

Real fear.

Liam folded his arms as he watched carefully.

"So this is their real form..."

Beside him Lana leaned lightly against the window while rubbing one sleepy eye.

"Now the fun starts."

Outside, Danill slowly lifted his head.

Then he howled.

HOWWWWWLLLLL!!!

The sound shook the mansion windows.

The vampires visibly flinched.

And then the wolves attacked.

Not strategically.

Not carefully.

They exploded forward like natural disasters.

Danill reached the first vampire instantly and grabbed him by the face before slamming him headfirst into the ground with enough force to burst the skull apart immediately.

Blood and brain matter exploded across the concrete.

Before the corpse even stopped twitching Danill was already moving again.

A vampire lunged toward him from the side only for Danill’s massive claws to tear through his torso midair. The vampire split open violently from ribs to stomach as organs spilled out across the yard.

Another wolf smashed directly into a group of vampires like a truck.

Bodies flew everywhere.

One vampire crashed into a wall hard enough to break it apart while another had his arm ripped completely off before he could even scream.

The wolves had abandoned all defense now.

This was pure brutality.

Pure overwhelming strength.

Anya stared in horror.

One of the transformed wolves grabbed a vampire by both legs and ripped him apart down the middle like paper.

She nearly threw up.

"Oh God..."

Her voice shook badly now.

Liam placed a calm hand on her shoulder without looking away from the fight.

"You should stop watching."

But she couldn’t.

Even through the horror her eyes remained glued to the battlefield.

Because the wolves were winning.

No.

Winning wasn’t even the right word.

They were slaughtering them.

A vampire rushed toward one of the wolves from behind with claws aimed at the creature’s neck but the wolf reacted instantly, spinning around and catching the vampire’s entire arm inside its jaws.

Crunch.

The arm tore off completely.

The vampire screamed.

The wolf slammed him into the ground and crushed his skull beneath one massive claw.

Another vampire tried escaping over the mansion gate.

Danill saw him.

The massive werewolf crouched low before launching upward with terrifying force. His huge body soared through the air before crashing directly into the fleeing vampire.

Both of them smashed into the outer street beyond the mansion wall.

A second later the vampire’s severed head flew back over the gate and landed rolling across the yard.

The remaining vampires finally realized something terrifying.

They were completely outmatched physically.

Liam narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he watched the destruction.

"It seems the average werewolf is at least ten times stronger than the average vampire."

Even he sounded impressed.

Lana smirked faintly beside him.

"Of course they are."

Another wolf caught two vampires at once by their throats and slammed their heads together repeatedly until both skulls collapsed inward like crushed fruit.

Blood sprayed across his fur.

The werewolves looked unstoppable now.

Bullets wouldn’t stop creatures like this.

Ordinary humans would never survive against monsters on this level.

Anya finally understood why Liam had warned her earlier to stay close to him.

She had unknowingly walked straight into a world hidden beneath reality.

A world filled with monsters.

One vampire suddenly sprinted toward the mansion itself trying to bypass the wolves completely.

Anya gasped.

"He’s coming here!"

Liam didn’t move.

Before the vampire could even reach halfway another transformed wolf landed directly in front of him with enough force to crater the ground.

The vampire froze.

The wolf grabbed him instantly.

Then bit his entire head off.

Blood exploded upward like a fountain.

Anya covered her mouth in horror again.

The wolf simply threw the headless corpse aside and turned back toward the battlefield.

Bodies were everywhere now.

Torn limbs.

Crushed skulls.

Pieces of flesh scattered across the once clean mansion grounds.

The vampires fought desperately but the difference in raw power was overwhelming.

One vampire managed to slash deeply across a wolf’s chest.

The wound looked horrible for about three seconds.

Then it started healing visibly.

The vampire’s face changed immediately.

Fear.

The wolf grabbed him before he could retreat and drove both claws through his stomach before lifting him slowly into the air.

Then the wolf ripped him apart.

Liam watched quietly.

Interesting.

The regeneration after full transformation was absurdly high.

No wonder the vampires struggled against them.

A loud scream suddenly echoed from the far side of the yard.

One of the wolves had grabbed a vampire by the spine.

And pulled.

The entire upper half of the vampire’s body separated violently from the lower half while blood rained everywhere.

Anya finally buried her face against Liam’s chest unable to keep watching continuously anymore.

"This is insane..."

Liam looked down briefly at her trembling form before returning his gaze outside.

Meanwhile Danill looked completely consumed by battle now.

His claws were soaked red.

One eye glowed brightly beneath the moonlight while his massive body moved through the vampires like death itself.

A vampire attempted to stab him through the neck with some silver blade.

Danill caught the weapon with one hand.

Then slowly crushed both the blade and the vampire’s hand together.

The vampire screamed.

Danill grabbed his face immediately afterward and smashed him through the hood of a parked car outside the mansion wall.

The vehicle folded inward from the impact.

The vampire stopped moving.

The remaining vampires finally began retreating slightly.

Their confidence was gone now.

What they thought would be easy prey had turned into monsters far worse than themselves.

But the wolves gave them no space to breathe.

They hunted relentlessly.

Every second another vampire died.

Another scream echoed.

Another body dropped.

Another pool of blood spread across the ground.

One of the transformed wolves grabbed a fleeing vampire from behind and slammed him repeatedly against the mansion wall until nothing recognizable remained except blood smearing across stone.

Lana watched calmly beside Liam.

"You know," she murmured softly, "if Irina and the others were here this fight would’ve ended in three minutes."

Liam believed her.

And that thought alone was terrifying.

Because these seven wolves already looked horrifying enough.

Outside the surviving vampires finally began trying to flee completely.

But now the wolves had tasted blood.

They chased them like predators.

Danill leaped onto one vampire’s back and tore both arms off before throwing the screaming body toward another wolf who caught it midair and ripped open its throat instantly.

The teamwork between them no longer came from tactics.

It came from instinct.

Pack instinct.

Natural hunters moving together effortlessly.

Within minutes the mansion grounds turned silent again.

Only growls remained.

Heavy breathing.

The wet sound of blood dripping onto concrete.

Bodies littered the area everywhere.

The surviving vampires...

There were barely any left standing.