Chapter 115: Wolves Vs demons

At the front of the palace, Caius stood calmly, looking at the enemies gathered a few meters away from him. Both his hands rested on the handle of his sword, and his silver eyes moved across the large crowd without showing any sign of fear.

There were more than fifty powerful Demon Lords standing in front of him, all dressed in dark clothing. At the centre stood Zeke, the Demon King, with a few dark witches and other shapeshifters who hated the werewolf race. Behind them were hundreds of demon beasts, waiting for the order to attack.

The werewolf armies stood behind Caius, watching their enemies in silence.

Caius raised one eyebrow.

"Don’t tell me you all came here because I want to wake my mother’s friend and my mother."

He sighed and looked at the crowd again.

"Well, you came a little too early. There is no rotten meat to serve you yet."

A few wolves behind him struggled to hold back their laughter.

One of the Demon Lords stepped forward, his face filled with anger.

"How dare you—"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp dagger flew through the air and stabbed him directly in the throat.

The Demon Lord froze.

At first, the others thought it was just an ordinary attack. A weapon like that shouldn’t have been enough to hurt someone of his level, but something greenish was spreading around the wound. It was a dangerous poison, and within seconds, his body began losing strength.

He turned his head toward Azula, who was standing among the werewolves.

She looked back at him without the slightest regret.

"Your lord is in no position to speak like that to our king."

The Demon Lord tried to move, but his body fell lifelessly to the ground.

Zeke watched everything with an amused expression. Instead of becoming angry, he laughed and looked at Azula.

"Oh my gosh! I’ve changed my mind. I’m taking her with me too. I like her."

He nodded as though he had just made an important decision.

Caius glanced at Azula before looking back at the Demon King.

"She doesn’t eat rotten meat. She’s very picky and neat. How will you take care of her for us?"

The werewolves burst into laughter.

Even Alexander couldn’t hide his amusement as he looked at the Demon King. It was strange how Caius could insult their enemies without even changing his expression.

Zeke’s smile remained, but his eyes became colder.

A witch standing beside him suddenly stepped forward.

"Don’t be fooled, my lord. They are only trying to buy time for the witch."

Caius slowly turned his head toward her.

The woman looked around, searching for someone who could threaten them, but she only found the werewolf armies standing behind their king. There was no powerful witch among them to stop what was coming.

Zeke smiled and pulled out his sword.

"Ah, Caius. There is no powerful witch here to save you now."

He raised the sword and pointed it toward the Werewolf King. "Today is your last day."

The witch beside him nodded. "Waking our ancestor, who committed something she should never have done, is a great taboo. We will not allow you to wipe out the entire witch race because of your selfish desires."

Caius looked at her with amusement. "How would I bring my mother back? Do you think I want to bring my father back too if I find his body?"

The witch’s expression changed. "You..." She trembled slightly before pointing at him. "Do you know how much she hates witches? Do you think killing a witch is easy? Why did your Moon Goddess stop you from killing us? We are the reason your race exists! Without us, there would be no werewolves, and this is how you repay us? You are so ungrateful!"

Caius stared at her for a moment.

There was something almost funny about the way she spoke, as though he owed the witch race his life simply because they had created werewolves.

Azula removed another dagger from her weapon holder and positioned it between her fingers.

The enemies immediately became alert.

Hadn’t the witch just said that witches couldn’t be killed so easily? Why was Azula preparing to throw another dagger at her?

Before anyone could question her, Caius lazily raised one hand.

Azula stopped immediately.

"Activate your sword," he ordered.

Her expression changed as she looked down at the long black sword in her other hand. A powerful aura suddenly spread from the weapon, becoming visible to everyone around them. The energy moved along its surface, making the blade shine with a frightening light.

The witch took a step backward."What are you doing?"

Azula threw the dagger. It moved through the air at an incredible speed and struck the witch directly in the forehead.

The woman froze.

Her eyes widened as the greenish poison entered her body. Within moments, her skin began turning grey, and her body lost its strength. She fell to the ground without another word.

The entire enemy army went silent.

Caius lowered his hand and looked at the remaining witches. "And that’s how to kill a witch."

His eyes moved toward Azula. "You. Kill the witches."

Azula gave a small nod.

One of the Demon Lords suddenly stepped forward, looking furious. "This is unfair!"

He turned toward Zeke. "They have already killed two of our people, and you haven’t even said anything about it!"

Zeke slowly raised his sword. "Fight."

That single word was enough. The demon beasts roared, the Demon Lords rushed forward, and the shapeshifters followed them. The ground shook beneath their feet as hundreds of enemies charged toward the palace.

The werewolves, however, remained in their positions.

They didn’t look frightened, and nobody seemed interested in moving before their enemies came closer.

One of the Demon Lords sneered."Very arrogant creatures!"

The first ten demons rushed toward the front line, raising their weapons as they prepared to attack.

But before they could reach the werewolves, something sent all ten of them flying backward.

Their bodies crashed against the ground, and the others behind them immediately stopped.

Alexander burst into laughter. "Did you see that?"

He looked toward Janet and Akeelah, who were standing calmly at the front.

The two women had barely moved from their positions, yet they had sent ten powerful demons flying as though they were nothing more than insects.

Janet looked at the enemies with an unimpressed expression. "Relax. You’re too much in a hurry."

Akeelah folded her arms. "They should learn to wait their turn."

The demons stared at them in disbelief. They had expected the werewolves to struggle against their first attack, but instead, two women had thrown away ten of their strongest fighters.

It was a serious blow to their pride. Azula sighed and raised her long black sword. "Enough playing around."

The wolf armies finally moved.

With a loud roar, they rushed toward the enemies, their weapons raised and their eyes filled with the desire to fight.

The demons charged back, and the two armies collided in a terrible clash of swords, claws, and supernatural energy.