The Fierce Lycan

What have I done?! No, no... How could that happen?!

Just yesterday, these piles of debris around me were tanks. Safe, sound, and brimming with energy. But now, even their creators wouldn't recognize them. They're turned inside out, bleeding fuel and oil, their tracks in tatters, pieces of wires sticking out from blown off turrets. I did it. For I am the vehicle Lycan And you better run away from me as fast as you can!

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My curse — or gift, you might say — I am beholden to the Folio. This magic book contains many secrets, one of which is the secret of my creation. Complete missions, use special boosters, and earn Glyphs. They will help you decipher the Folio's pages and upgrade its level. Reach level 45 and you will become the master of the Lycan. I will fiercely fight under your command and earn you countless victories!

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At level 60, the Folio will grant you an ancient armor created specifically for the Lycan. From the moment I don this red leather plate armor with metal containing enchanted inscriptions, I receive Lycan Knight as my battle name. At the mere sight of me, enemies will die in horror a thousand times over even before I start firing and ripping them to shreds!


I see that you firmly believe you can subdue me. But first, you have to fully understand the kind of power you are dealing with... Just look at my characteristics.

I've been blessed with steel fangs and solid armor that easily bounces off shells, and my sides are covered with paw-screens. My turret is a wolf's face with a thick screen on its very front. My tenacious clawed tracks tear into the ground and armor of the poor devils on my way with the same ease. My engine of a heart fills me with inexhaustible energy. My gun sows doom and destruction.

I'm also very tenacious. My internal modules and the gun are almost completely invulnerable to being knocked out or even damaged in the slightest. I can be destroyed, but I won't let the enemy out of my death grip until my last dying breath!



I wasn't always like that. In a past life, I was a “John Doe tank”. I was one of those whose name and appearance you would forget within five minutes of encountering. Then everything changed when night fell on Alpenstadt.

At the very start of the battle, I was slow and fell behind my team. Only a moment ago, the dark streets were overflowing with tanks, but now I'm alone. And I was scared. Something was hammering the cobblestones. I thought it could be the horrible Tankenstein creeping up to get me. Or it could have been the Gravedigger who saw me as its next client. A quick shadow darted past the alley. Was it the Dracula circling me?



In a panic, I took off running without looking back, stopping only once I found myself in a dense forest. There was a book shrouded in an unearthly light, waiting for me among the trees. And a whisper, speaking inside my turret almost inaudibly: "You'll never be just another tank. You'll never feel scared again. They will all fear you, and everyone will beg for mercy. Take my gift!"

And I agreed.

It felt like a thousand shells struck my armor in a flash, the edges of my optics colored by a reddish haze. I did obtain incredible power, but... control belonged to someone else! An invisible commander took the maximum from my engine and sent me back into battle. I could only watch my performance in disbelief. I was achieving numbers I had only ever dreamed about!



Infused with magic, the engine accelerated me to 20 km/h within a mere 2-3 seconds, and within 5-6 seconds to 30 km/h, and in 8-10 seconds, I was already pushing my limit at 35 km/h. I rammed into a light tank at full speed. The poor fellow almost flipped head over tracks while I didn't lose a single hit point. It tried to run circles around me, but my turret quickly turned and caught the enemy in its sights. What a shot! The enemy’s turret flew high into the air!

While I was busy with the little guy, more serious opponent showed up. The IS and Tiger's shells hit my front, but the sloped 100 mm of "pike nose" armor withstood everything they could throw at me! I was ordered to move closer. My new gun was clearly intended for close-range combat. The retaliatory 400 HP shot forced the enemies back into cover.



Heeding my new master's will, I rolled behind the hillside. It proved a smart decision. The vulnerable lower armor plate was now well-protected. It was unbelievable! And with my 10-degree gun depression angle, I could use the turret to block damage. It's small, easily deflects shells, and has very few weak spots. Almost the whole of the turret front is shielded with an 80 mm screen . Good luck to those who try to pierce it!

At the same time, I have no problem penetrating armor. 175 mm is not the highest value, but it's just enough to easily bite through the skin of any enemy on my tier! Look who's emerged from cover. Nice of you to join the party, heavies. Fire! One down! And while 15 seconds of reloading tick by, my tracks bite into the cobblestone ground, shortening the distance between me and my second opponent. One more final point-blank shot and the second heavy became scrap metal. No one survived the city. Except for me, the Lycan...



The initial shock of what happened faded away, and with time, I recalled more details of these events. I had been turned into a ferocious machine of destruction by the Folio, compelling me to mercilessly destroy everyone in my way. I didn't mind. I liked my new appearance. Only a fool would refuse such power.

Once again, the sun's going down, and my senses become more acute. I hear other tanks' engines roaring from many kilometers away. To me their tracks are like an open book. I'll do everything in my power to save them from myself. I’ll lock myself in the Garage and throw away the key. I'll dump my fuel, remove the tracks, and unload the ammunition. But the Lycan will go hunting anyway. The poor buggers will have to run for the hills wishing for the night to end before I overtake them!