Baron Cullen

At the edge of the dark forest, the group marched forward in a grand procession.

Just then, Karen suddenly noticed something and shouted, "Stop! Everyone, pay attention!"

Something's coming!

In his peculiar vision, a thick cloud of black mist was rushing toward them at an astonishing speed.

Moreover, the number of light spots within that cloud of mist was so great that he could hardly hide his shock!

Sixth rank!

At this moment, the entire team immediately entered combat mode.

The warriors stepped forward to form a defensive line, the assassins spread out to find advantageous positions, and the mages and wizards began to prepare to unleash their respective abilities.

The next moment, the werewolf Vaughn crashed through several large trees and suddenly appeared in everyone's sight!

Everyone gasped when they saw his appearance.

That can no longer be considered human.

He was over 2.5 meters tall, covered in black hair like steel needles, and his muscles bulged like rocks.

The claws are longer than an adult's palm, curved like hooks, and gleam with a metallic sheen.

His mouth gaped open, revealing dagger-like fangs, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

His blood-red eyes held no reason, only a pure lust for killing.

But what's most unacceptable is that the face still vaguely resembles Commander Vaughn.

"Leader...Leader!" A member of the battle group stared at the werewolf, his voice trembling with tears.

Lamont, standing at the very front, gripped his giant axe tightly, his face extremely grim.

He stared at the monster before him, his mind racing...

It was that generous man who patted him on the shoulder fifteen years ago and said, "Kid, you're pretty good. Join me from now on."

He was the older brother who had silently stood with him all night at his wife's funeral ten years ago.

He was the superior who, five years ago, handed him the vice-commander's badge and said, "From now on, the warband is in your hands."

But now, this person has become a monster.

"Vaughn..." Lamont took a step forward, "Do you... still recognize me?"

The werewolf Vaughn turned his blood-red eyes toward him and paused for a second.

In that instant, Karen saw hope.

Vaughn seems to have retained some memories, some consciousness as a human being.

But suddenly, the werewolf Vaughn's gaze locked onto him!

"What's going on?" He frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

The werewolf Vaughn let out a deafening roar, like a raging beast, and pounced on him on all fours!

The speed was beyond imagination!

Karen didn't even have time to think; her body reacted instinctively.

He immediately drew his longsword, and the extraordinary elements within his body surged wildly into the blade.

Tier 3 Combat Skill: Severance!

The long sword moved swiftly around him, forming an invisible barrier.

In that instant, the sharp claws slammed into the barrier, producing a dull thud!

The barrier collapsed completely after only withstanding one blow, but it also absorbed most of the power of the werewolf Vaughn's attack.

The claws slashed down with lightning speed, and Karen blocked them with her knife.

He felt as if he had been hit by a mountain; the immense force caused his tiger's mouth to split open, and blood flowed freely.

He was thrown backward more than ten meters by the impact, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

Fortunately, it was blocked.

Werewolf Vaughn stood there, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in his scarlet eyes.

It seemed to be thinking, "How could this weak human possibly withstand its attack?"

"Everyone, move out!"

Bright's voice rang out at that moment.

The order maintainers and members of the warbands all took action at almost the same time.

Some warriors, armed with swords, axes, and spears, attacked the werewolves, while others stood behind them, continuously firing arrows from their bows and crossbows to provide cover.

Several assassins leaped from the shadows, daggers and short swords aimed at the werewolf's joints and eyes.

The magic of mages and the spells of wizards swept in.

The werewolf Vaughn roared and suddenly spun his massive body, swatting away all the warriors who were about to approach with his two sharp claws!

The crossbow bolts and the assassins' daggers and short swords could only leave shallow white marks on it, without even breaking its skin.

The attacks from mages and wizards were somewhat effective.

Fire magic exploded on the werewolf Vaughn, scorching a small patch of fur, while sorcery continuously slowed its speed.

But these attacks also successfully enraged it.

Werewolf Vaughn immediately abandoned his attack on Karen and instead lunged at the nearest member of the warband.

That was a second-tier warrior.

He reacted quickly, swiftly raising his long shield in his left hand to parry.

But the long shield was torn to shreds like paper by the werewolf Vorn's claws, and the warriors behind it were also sent flying, crashing into trees in the distance, their fate unknown.

"Vaughn! You bastard!"

Lamont's eyes were bloodshot as he charged forward, swinging his giant axe.

His giant axe was made of fine steel and engraved with third-order magic, making it far more powerful than ordinary weapons.

The axe was aimed directly at the werewolf Vaughn's waist.

However, it showed no intention of dodging and instead tried to grab it directly with its claws.

The sword and claws clashed again, producing a piercing, sharp sound!

Lamont used all his strength in this attack, and with the blessing of the extraordinary element, he finally managed to cut a deep gash in the werewolf Vaughn's arm!

Dark red blood gushed out immediately!

The werewolf Vaughn felt the pain and instinctively swung his claw at Lamont.

Lamont parried with his axe, but he was still unable to resist the enormous force and was sent flying, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

He coughed up blood, and the wound on his chest that Serena had just healed reopened.

"Vice Commander!" Several members of the battle group nearby wanted to rush over to help.

"Don't come any closer!" Lamont hurriedly called out to stop them. "Keep your formation!"

Use ranged attacks to hold the enemy at bay, while warriors take turns advancing; avoid direct confrontation!

He knew that in a simple contest of strength and stamina, no one present would be a match for the werewolf Vaughn.

Therefore, he must make full use of the advantage of having a large number of people on his side, each with their own strengths.

However, the werewolf Vaughn didn't give everyone a chance to organize their formation.

He was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, rampaging through the crowd.

Every swing of its claws injures someone; every savage charge brings someone down.

In an instant, most people fell to the ground groaning in pain, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Just then, Bright and Sherman attacked simultaneously…

As a fourth-tier assassin, Bright's speed is unmatched even by fifth-tier warriors.

He moved around the werewolf Vaughn like a shadow, his two daggers aimed at his eyes, throat, and joints with each thrust.

Although it couldn't inflict a fatal wound, it at least managed to hinder the werewolf Vaughn's movements and successfully drew his attention.

Sherman, on the other hand, is a completely different style.

This fourth-tier warrior directly confronted the enemy head-on, each swing of his greatsword carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

His attack can make the werewolf retreat, but at the same time, it carries the highest risk.

In the instant they clashed, the werewolf Vaughn's two claw strikes nearly pierced his chest!

Meanwhile, Lamont also rejoined the battle.

With the combined efforts of three fourth-tier superhumans, especially the coordinated attack of two warriors on the front and an assassin on the flank, the werewolf Vaughn gradually found himself at a disadvantage.

The situation seems to be tilting in everyone's favor.

But Karen, who was hovering on the edge of the confrontation between the three and the wolf, knew that this was probably only temporary.

The werewolf Vaughn is adapting to his new body and the power within him.

He wanted to help, but it seemed that no matter what he did, he would be an obstacle for Bright and his two companions.

The root of all this is simply a lack of strength.

With only a third-tier warrior and a second-tier mage, he was completely unable to participate in this battle.

Just as Karen was pondering a solution, the sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from outside the forest.

A fast horse galloped into everyone's view.

The figure on horseback was covered in blood, his body swaying precariously as if he were about to fall off.

Karen stared intently, then her pupils constricted sharply!

It's that monk who used to guard the church gate!

At this moment, the wounded cultivator was already somewhat listless. Upon seeing the enormous and terrifying werewolf Vaughn, he was so frightened that he fell off his horse!

Seeing this, Karen rushed over and helped the other person up: "It's dangerous here, you have to leave immediately!"

However, the cultivator's first words shocked him greatly:

"Baron Karen Waller! Quickly...The Church...The Church is in trouble! Her Majesty the Saint sent me to inform you, please return immediately to support the Church!"