The werewolves howled again when they saw Mort show his power again.

They could imagine Mort tear this woman into pieces.

The soldiers were looking at their princess with worries on the walls of St. Servant.

They were afraid that the princess would become the next food of the red-haired werewolf.

Only a few of them did not look worried at all.

They were confident of Cheryl's ability.

Bang!

The two figures fought in an instant.

The scene of Mort tearing that woman to pieces did not happen.

Instead, a silver one-handed sword struck Mort's wolf claws, making it unable to go any further.

This result not only stunned the red-haired werewolf.

But Cheryl did not stop there.

She swung her one-handed sword with force, instantly attacking the werewolf in front of her.

Then, her entire body appeared in front of the red-haired werewolf.

The red-haired werewolf could only raise its claws in a hurry, barely blocking Cheryl's fierce attack.

Cheryl, who had seized the opportunity, did not give the red-haired werewolf any chance to stay relieved.

A green cyclone formed on her single-handed sword, and she swung it fiercely at the werewolf with a tearing momentum.

The red-haired werewolf could only use all his strength to block Cheryl's fierce attack.

Mort was frustrated with the result.

The red-haired werewolf could not bear it anymore. He roared, and his entire body suddenly swelled up.

It swelled up to four meters high, and only then did it stop.

That change instantly caused the expressions of the soldiers on the city wall to become stupefied.

The red-haired werewolf saw their expression and was instantly pleased with himself.

He lowered his head, wanting to see that woman's terrified expression.

But Cheryl's expression was still as cold as ever. It was as if she didn't take his transformation seriously.

Mort felt a flicker of irritation when he saw Cheryl was unmoved.

His claw slammed down heavily on Cheryl.

It brought with it a fierce wind.

It blew Cheryl's silver hair up.

One was tall and strong, while the other was petite.

It formed a sharp contrast in everyone's eyes.

The soldiers on the ear wall closed their eyes one after another, not wanting to see what would happen next.

The werewolves were getting more excited as if they saw Mort smash that woman into a meat patty.

Cheryl did not feel the slightest bit nervous when she faced the giant claw smashing at her.

She closed her eyes, and her entire aura suddenly rose.

A green aura suddenly enveloped her entire body.

This green aura was as sharp as the wind, and it gathered Cheryl's aura together.

It exuded a domineering aura.

Facing the heavy claw that was about to smite down, Cheryl only gently raised the one-handed sword in her hand.

In the next moment, the palm and sword collided.

The silver one-handed sword instantly pierced through the werewolf's giant claw.

"Ahhhhh!"

A miserable howl spread across the entire battlefield.

The injured werewolf instantly wanted to pull out its claw from Cheryl's sword.

But Cheryl did not give him the slightest chance.

Her one-handed sword brought with it a sharp wind blade as it slashed down viciously from the werewolf's giant claw.

Bang!

The entire giant claw was easily cut off by Cheryl.

It fell heavily to the ground with a loud muffled sound.

"Ahhhhh!"

A miserable wail rang out once again.

The red-haired werewolf staggered backward.

His left claw covered his right arm that was spewing blood.

Horror engulfed him as he looked at Cheryl's one-handed sword.

The werewolves behind him were also stunned.

That was not what he had expected!

The soldiers on the city wall were taken aback for a moment before coming back to their senses. There was a burst of cheers after a while.

"Hail to Her Royal Highness Princess Cheryl!"

"Hail to Her Royal Highness Princess Cheryl!"

"Hail to Her Royal Highness Princess Cheryl!"

Cheers came from the entire city wall of St. Servant.

However, Monn shook his head upon hearing the cheers of the soldiers.

Wasn't this telling the werewolves of Cheryl's identity?

As long as the werewolves weren't stupid, they definitely wouldn't let Cheryl off.

Even General Barton frowned.

However, he couldn't change anything since they had cheered. He could only keep an eye on the werewolves' movements.

As expected, the werewolves' eyes lit up when they heard the human woman in front of Mort was the princess of St. Servant.

The werewolves' general stared at Cheryl.

In almost an instant, Cheryl sensed a malicious gaze that was obvious.

She also sensed that she was in a danger situation and immediately retreated in the direction of St. Servant.

Seeing that, the werewolves' general immediately ordered, "Surround that woman. Don't let her escape."

The werewolves' general gave the order at once. The werewolf cavalrymen in the front row rode the giant Silvermoon Wolves and instantly charged out.

Cheryl, who had only taken a few steps, was instantly surrounded by the werewolf cavalrymen.

Cheryl stood in the middle of the werewolves with a solemn expression.

She quickly swept her gaze around and found a weak spot in the encirclement, and instantly attacked.

However, the Wolf Cavalry had outnumbered Cheryl, and it was difficult for her to move.

At this moment, the red-haired werewolf who had his right hand cut off by Cheryl also chased after her.

He jumped up high with a hateful expression on his face as if he wanted to tear Cheryl into pieces.

The wolf cavalry surrounded Cheryl tightly and she could not pull out her hand to fight against the red-haired werewolf.

The red-haired werewolf saw the current situation and looked at Cheryl with a satisfied expression.

Just when Cheryl was on the verge of death, a dark red figure swiftly passed through the air.

That speed was so fast that even the powerful werewolves' general couldn't see it coming.

The dark red figure seemed to have a clear target as it charged straight at the red-haired werewolf.

The next moment.

Boom!

The two red figures collided.

A large amount of dust instantly flew up, blocking everyone's vision.

Both werewolves and humans instantly stopped.

They quietly waited for the dust to disperse.

Finally, they saw an unfamiliar human stepping on the red-haired werewolf with one foot when the dust dispersed.

And under the red-haired werewolf's body, there was a deep crack.

The red-haired werewolf was under the red-robed man's feet. Blood flowed from his mouth, and his entire body was distorted.

Only the weak breath in front of his chest could prove that he was still alive.

In the next moment, the red-robed man gently exerted force with his foot.

The red-haired werewolf instantly spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot.

The red-robed man slowly turned his head around. There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

The wolf cavalry soldiers who were swept away by him instantly felt chills ran down their spines.

Even the giant Silvermoon Wolves beneath instantly started to whimper in fear as though they had seen something extremely terrifying.

The entire wolf body was not under the control of the werewolves. They all wanted to retreat as though they wanted to stay far away from the man in red.

Everyone heard a voice that sounded surprised, just as the werewolves were all immersed in fear.

"Monn?"