“Charge!”
Under the command of Remus, the werewolves charged at Daveth and Betty.
Daveth said in a low voice, “Betty, I'll let you handle these guys. I'll go after Remus. Okay?”
Betty responded, “Sure! No problem!”
With that, she pulled out her rapier and swung her weapon like a flash of lightning before stabbing one of the werewolves in his chest.
The moment her sword entered the werewolf's body, he was petrified.
Betty drew her rapier out quickly and immediately charged at another werewolf.
The werewolf who had been stabbed stood still and looked down at his chest.
All he saw was an insignificant blood stain on his chest.
The very next second, the blood spot split open abruptly, and blood shot out from the wound. He fell forward to the ground right away.
Never in his wildest dream did he expect someone as strong as himself to be defeated so easily by someone like Betty. In the end, he succumbed with one strike to his heart.
Betty defeated three werewolves consecutively.
Shortly after, the other werewolves returned to their senses, picked up their scimitars, and surrounded Betty.
Betty had no difficulty handling them. However, she did not move as fast as she did before.
Just as she was dealing with the dozens of werewolves, Daveth was already going after Remus.
Remus had no idea that both Daveth and Betty were War Gods of the Light of the Curia. He was stunned to see Betty fighting off his subordinates all on her own.
Then again, that had also activated the feral nature of the werewolves.
Remus strode toward Daveth in high fighting spirit. “Bring it on!”
Having said that, he charged toward Daveth all of a sudden. He raised his right arm and swung at Daveth's head.
It was a powerful force.
Even if Daveth's head was made of steel, Remus was confident that he could smash his head to bits.
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