Without a moment of pause, blue beams of energy burst continuously from the twin pistols in Chen Mo's hands.
Every beam struck a werewolf hidden in the forest with perfect precision. The moment they hit, a flare of brilliant blue light illuminated the creature's massive silhouette — then the immense energy reduced it to drifting ash.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
With each low hum of the weapons, blue beams shot outward, werewolf figures appeared, and clouds of scattering ash filled the air. A surreal spectacle unfolded before the knights, unlike anything they had ever seen.
The two Hydra-made NS-2 energy pistols unleashed terrifying firepower in Chen Mo's grip. With the firing rate fully opened and every shot landing true, the werewolves hidden in the forest suffered heavy casualties in mere moments.
As their companions were killed one after another, the remaining werewolves finally reacted. Abandoning stealth, they surged forward, howling as they charged toward the knights below.
Countless towering werewolves erupted from the trees. Many leaped down from the high canopy, jaws wide, revealing rows of razor-white fangs, claws flashing as they raked the air — diving straight at the knights beneath them.
Falling from that height, combined with their monstrous strength, even the knights' armor wouldn't withstand their deadly pounce. The claws would tear straight through metal.
But the knights below showed no fear. Together, they raised their long spears, their tips aimed upward at the diving beasts. Even if it cost them their lives, they would drag these monsters down with them.
The falling werewolves drew closer and closer — the knights could already smell their thick, animal stench.
Just as the knights gripped their spears, ready for a desperate last strike—
A flash of blue light streaked past.
The snarling werewolf descending upon them vaporized instantly into ash, falling like dust across the knights' armor.
Seeing the werewolves attack the formation, Chen Mo redirected his aim. Every werewolf leaping from the treetops was shot midair and burned to nothing. Not a single one survived to reach the knights.
But there were far too many werewolves. While Chen Mo eliminated the aerial threats, he couldn't stop those charging from the forest floor toward the formation.
The NS-2 pistols had limited firing speed, and normal handguns lacked the power to kill a werewolf with a body shot. Only a perfect shot through the eye could destroy their brain — and these werewolves were nothing like ordinary enemies. Their speed and agility were extreme; even Chen Mo couldn't guarantee eye shots under such conditions.
This was why he chose these slower but overwhelmingly powerful energy pistols. Hitting their eyes was difficult. Hitting their bodies was not. And once hit, the energy burst would incinerate even a werewolf's tough flesh into ash.
As Chen Mo continued gunning down the leaping werewolves, the pack charging out of the woods finally reached the knight formation.
The foremost werewolves roared, claws outstretched, and slammed into the knights at the outer ring.
The first row of knights held shields in front and braced their swords along the shield edges, their gazes locked firmly on the werewolves' weak points, unflinching.
Behind them, the second row thrust their long spears forward, extending beyond the shield wall — forming the first defensive barrier.
As the werewolves reached the front line, several spears thrust forward at once, stabbing deep into their bodies. Knights and warhorses pushed together, barely halting the werewolves' powerful charge.
At that moment, the front-row knights struck.
The speared werewolves were right in front of them, close enough to touch. Some even swiped claws against their shields.
The knights lifted their shields to block the claws and swung their swords in sharp, lethal arcs.
Pinned by the spears, the werewolves couldn't dodge. Some tried to swat aside the blades, but many had their arms skewered and couldn't react — forced to watch helplessly as swords sliced toward their throats.
The first wave of werewolves fell. Several were cut down instantly, and the rest were stopped without breaking through.
But behind them, more surged forward from every direction. The pressure on the outer knights grew heavier with each passing moment.
From the back rows, knights fired heavy crossbows nonstop. But werewolf bodies were resilient — arrows lodged deep inside them, yet they still roared forward, claws swinging wildly.
Deep scratches tore across the knights' armor. The metal nearly split under the force.
Fortunately, their formation was tight and their coordination flawless. Working together, they barely held the line.
But with so many attacking from all sides, even Chen Mo couldn't eliminate them all quickly. His priority was the airborne werewolves — if one of those landed inside the formation, the defensive circle would shatter and chaos would follow.
Werewolf roars and knight battle cries echoed through the valley. Claws scraped across armor, leaving deep gouges. Spears and swords slashed, spilling werewolf blood across the ground.
Thump! Thump!
Crossbows fired.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arrows tore through the air, striking into massive bodies.
In the formation's center, Chen Mo never stopped.
Once the last werewolves dropped from the trees, Chen Mo turned and began clearing out the beasts surrounding the formation's outer edge.
The knights' situation was already critical. Fighting in place prevented them from using the full power of a knight's charge. They were more like heavily armored infantry on horseback now — holding only because of their armor and weapons. But as time passed, they began to falter.
They had killed only a few. Most were merely wounded — and wounded werewolves became even more vicious.
Many spears snapped under their bite force. Soon, some werewolves pressed right up to the first row of knights.
The knights raised their heavy shields to block, but the werewolves' strength was overwhelming. Numbness spread from the knights' arms as they struggled to hold on.
If this continued, the front line would eventually break. And once a gap opened, the werewolves would pour in, plunging the entire battlefield into chaos. Survival would come down to luck alone.
One enormous werewolf, spears and arrows sticking from its bleeding body, fixed blood-red eyes on a knight. It raised a massive arm and swung down toward the knight's head with lethal strength.
Even with a helmet, the sheer force would snap his neck.
The knight tried to lift his shield, but his arm was numb — too slow. He could only watch helplessly as death fell toward him—
A brilliant blue beam shot past his helmet.
The werewolf was vaporized instantly into ash.
Not only him — several knights were saved by Chen Mo at the last second.
Unlike the agile werewolves that leaped from the trees, these were pinned by shields and spears, unable to dodge. Chen Mo could target them easily and eliminate them one after another.
Blue beams streaked from behind the knights, burning dozens of surrounding werewolves into ash.
The knights soon realized—
They no longer had opponents.
Aside from the dozen they had personally slain, all the other werewolves had vanished into thin air.
Remembering the flashes of blue light moments earlier, every knight turned toward Chen Mo at the center of the formation.
They had seen it clearly — the lightning-like blue beams that destroyed werewolves in an instant came from their lord's hands.
Beams of dazzling blue light, capable of reducing creatures to ash in a heartbeat…
In their understanding, only lightning possessed such power.
Combined with the thunder-like hum of the energy pistols, and everything miraculous they knew about their lord—
One name from ancient legends surfaced in their minds.
The god who commands lightning—
The God of Thunder.