Purification magic has the effect of driving out other magic like pouring water on fire. The slowing and weakening effects that Eimé had placed on the werewolf were washed away in an instant by the fluctuations of white magic. However, it was unable to completely drive out the magic that drove the werewolf mad, only eliminating a part of its effects. It's like trying to put out a fire with a bucket of water, but not being able to extinguish it.

  There is no other reason that can explain this fire being so huge. If we say the old man's power was a bucket of water, then this fire's energy converted into water would be at least a river.

  The eyes of the merchants and mercenaries were all on the young man in mid-air, they saw him make his move for the first time, and they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. This familiar skill with a sword and magic was probably already at the level of the Temple Knights of Serelste. As soon as Relas' old voice shouted out, the figure in mid-air immediately paused for a moment, and people with good eyesight could even see that there seemed to be colorful lights flashing around him for an instant. Then the majestic figure in mid-air fell straight down like a piece of wood, his body still maintaining the posture of leaping out with his sword, without even changing his expression, only his eyes were still moving non-stop.

  The three werewolves' sudden roar brought everyone back to a state of fear and panic. The white light that Relas had cast on the werewolf had disappeared, and their roars were even more savage than before, as if they were using all their strength to tear their own throats apart. One of the werewolves even bit off a piece of flesh from its own hand and half of its tongue.

  "In the name of the Lord, purify the evil bonds." The old man Lelais pointed at Abin who had fallen to the ground. This time, the purification spell cleanly and efficiently dispelled the magical effects on his body. Abin jumped up from the ground with a grey head and dusty face, narrowly avoiding the werewolf's meteor hammer which smashed into the ground where he was originally standing, creating a large crater. He hastily ran back to Lelais' side with a speed no less than before.

  Just saved his grandson's life, but Lelas had no comfort at all. He only felt bitter in his mouth and his head was dizzy, even doubting whether he was dreaming. The purification spell worked because the object of purification was also white magic, and the magic that restrained Yabin was a high-level white magic paralysis technique.

  He himself can barely use this advanced magic, only to calm his mind and pray loudly. This magician hidden in the dark suddenly made a silent and sudden move, what does it mean... Is it Elaysia's Red Robe Archbishop who came to rob this merchant group personally? Or is it one of Serel's servants serving His Holiness the Pope?

  It's probably a magical scroll. Maybe some red-robed high priest, in a moment of madness, broke the rules and copied a paralysis spell for someone else... Struggling to find an excuse, old Relas knelt down, his hands raised to heaven in prayer: "In the name of the Lord..."

  A colorful magical glow suddenly flashed around the old man Lelass, and he immediately remained motionless in that kneeling prayer posture, even his tongue was stiffened, and the prayer he was reciting halfway also couldn't continue.

  When the werewolf started howling again, Aimee didn't need to be reminded. The Weakness and Slow spells were immediately reapplied to the werewolf, and she quickly prepared a Frost spell while the mercenaries in front struggled to hold off the werewolf. However, the Paralysis spell also suddenly descended upon her head.

  "In the name of the Lord, grant me holy protection to ward off the enemy." Just as Relas' old body stiffened, Abin knew that this battle had no room for struggle. However, he did not immediately turn around and run, but instead cast a high-level defensive magic spell on himself.

  The protective shield lit up on his body, and Yabin only then pulled up his sister and grandfather who had become as stiff as wooden puppets and turned to run towards the horse. However, he only ran two steps before feeling the same sensation as before, with all sensations disappearing from every part of his body. He could only watch in horror as his running posture carried his grandfather and sister down to the ground like puppets.

  This even resisted a chain lightning spell's magical shield, which didn't have any effect. There is only one reason for this - the caster's understanding of white magic has already surpassed conventional norms.

  Leras' mind was a complete mess, he had no idea how to comprehend everything that was happening. The angle at which he fell allowed him to take in the entire scene. The battle between the werewolf and the mercenaries continued, with the latter not retreating, still desperately holding on. They were unclear about the meaning of the magic from earlier, and didn't even notice the magical struggle that had taken place. The display by the three of them had left the mercenaries astonished - first, the werewolf's movements slowed down, then a flash of white light and it was frozen in place. Abin flew up but was called back by Leras, likely to combine their strength for an even more powerful spell. With three mages assisting from behind, victory was assured. The mercenaries were stalling the werewolf with all their might, hoping to give the trio enough time to cast an even stronger and more effective spell.

  The businessmen were even more bewildered. Only one of them was a bit quicker-witted, and after being stunned for a moment, he immediately realized that something was not quite right. He wanted to come over and help the three generations on the ground, but found that their bodies had completely stiffened like clay sculptures, and couldn't be lifted at all.

  At this moment, three white magic lights shone on the three werewolves that had been slowed down and weakened. The light was so bright and sacred in the dark night that it could be seen at a glance how thick and profound the white magic contained in it was, and even faintly heard the sound of hymns rising from the magical light.

  The mercenaries cheered loudly, this one was even more magnificent, and at a glance, it was clear that the higher-level magic would definitely be able to take care of these three wolfmen instantly.

  In the midst of cheers, the mercenaries' eyes widened as the three werewolves didn't freeze in place, but instead became three blurry balls of light due to their swift movements. Almost all the mercenaries still maintained their cheerful mood and voices, only to be suddenly torn into pieces that fluttered about in mid-air, except for the last one who managed to turn his cheer into a half-hearted scream before it was abruptly cut off with a "crunch" sound, as both the scream and his entire head were crushed like a brittle apple within the werewolf's jaws.

  "Tian zhi you". The old man Lelouch recognized this spell with his last bit of discernment, which was absolutely the highest level of magic that only archbishops could use. And if this magic were to be used on a werewolf, the effect would be enough to allow any werewolf to tear apart a giant bear with its bare hands.

  Three werewolves were even slightly transformed physically under this amazing magical effect. They wouldn't know that they were the first beastmen in the history of this continent to enjoy such top-notch auxiliary magic, but they only felt a sudden surge in power, increased agility, and more vitality, becoming more bloodthirsty and eager for slaughter. With their bodies radiating holy white light and covered in bloodstains, the werewolves charged towards the merchant.

  "Everyone scatter and run!" The merchants shrieked as they jumped onto their horses and galloped off in several directions. But at a speed faster than that of cheetahs, most of the merchants were torn to shreds along with their horses before they could even get on them, leaving only two merchants who managed to escape far away.

  The werewolves did not give chase. It was not that they could not, but in the eyes of the current werewolves, the footsteps of horses and turtles were almost the same. They just stopped their feet at the same time and walked back to the camp.

  A faint purple transmission light flashed in the darkness not far away. Until this moment, the magician behind the scenes finally revealed his position and trace. He had done what he should do, and could leave with peace of mind. As for the remaining aftermath, these three wolfmen who had gone mad would turn everything left here that was alive into minced meat, including themselves.

  The werewolves' fur was matted with blood, their chests heaving with ragged breaths, and even their bright green eyes seemed to burn with a feral intensity, like three demons risen from a hellish bloodbath. They scanned the campsite littered with corpses for any sign of life. A snarl erupted as two werewolves pounced on the tethered horses and kodo beasts, while the third fixed its gaze on the three stiff figures over there.

  Although they looked like three completely motionless corpses on the ground, the werewolf could still feel intuitively that they were alive.

  Alive. There was a pulse, there was hot blood, and there were writhing internal organs. It could be torn apart, shredded, and the screams could still be heard. The last vestiges of the werewolf's consciousness let out one final roar before completely disappearing. At first, that bloodthirsty and violent urge had only been swirling in their hearts, driving them to kill, to tear flesh. But now, as they soaked in the blood and internal organs, as more and more bodies were torn apart by claws and teeth, this mad desire had swollen to the point where it seemed to transcend consciousness, spreading directly into their bodies. Now this body only existed to shred other bodies.

  He strode towards the three stiffened corpses. Apparently impatient, the werewolf bit off one of its own hands and chewed vigorously in its mouth, the sound of its own bones and teeth grinding against each other sending shivers down the spine. The face that was once like a dog's had completely changed due to the twisted muscles, looking ferocious and not like a living thing, with fresh blood and saliva dripping continuously from its mouth.

  Aimee's eyes were still wide open, her expression still as focused as when she was preparing magic, only tears had been streaming down her face nonstop. She couldn't scream, couldn't tremble, let alone dodge, and could only stare at the monster-like creature walking towards her with a nightmare-like gait.

  Yabin lay on his back, unable to see the werewolf, but he could only see the desperate and terrified look in his sister's eyes, and hear the footsteps getting closer and closer. He felt his blood burning, his internal organs and brain simmering, but he couldn't even blink his eyes.

  Leras the old man could not see the werewolf's approach. But he saw Aimee's tears flowing, saw Yabin's eyes crazily congested. A heart-wrenching pain came from his waist, and he felt the werewolf's huge claws tearing through his abdomen, crushing his internal organs, even breaking his spine, then grabbing the remaining flesh to lift him up. His body was stiff, but these pains that could tear a soul apart he still felt clearly.

  A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out from the old man Relas's mouth. His vitality had been cut off. However, just as the werewolf picked him up, his hand suddenly moved and he grabbed the cross on Yabin's chest.

  From the beginning, he had been using his lifelong cultivated white magic to try and break through the seal on his body. However, the white magic used by the person who cast the paralysis spell was far superior in terms of depth, purity, and casting technique. No matter how hard he tried, it was no use. And now, with the sudden loss of life force and the intense pain stimulating his body, he finally broke through the effects of the paralysis spell. Just before death.

  The cross shattered in the hands of old Rellas, fragments scattered on the bodies of Yabin and Aimee. His body trembled like a torn rag being manipulated by someone as he was wildly torn apart by werewolves, but with all his might, amidst the sound of his bones shattering and muscles tearing, he shouted hoarsely: "May the merciful Lord bestow your mercy upon the lives of believers..."

  The sound stopped abruptly, not because old Ralos was unable to continue shouting due to pain, but because the werewolf had pulled his lungs out of his body in one swift motion.

  A holy beam of white light descended from the horizon, cleaving through the bloody and cruel night. Even three frenzied werewolves were shocked by this miraculous scene, momentarily halting their movements.

  A white light enveloped the two siblings' bodies on the ground, condensing into a spherical shield. This was the "Divine Shelter" that only the most devout believers could activate by burning their life force. During its effect, any attack would not be able to harm those under its protection.

  It seems to have been stimulated. The two wolfmen who had just dismembered the giant Kodo beast into a pile of fragments rushed over, howling and swinging at the glowing shield, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break through what seemed like a tangible yet intangible ball of light. Then they turned around and pounced on the old man Relas in the wolfman's hand.

  Aime and Yabin were still paralyzed, unable to even blink their eyes. They watched clearly as Lelas was torn into tiny pieces by the three wolfmen, blood and flesh flying everywhere, but not a single drop landed on either of them.

  After the last few horses on that side were also turned into a piece of flesh and blood, three wolves covered in internal organs and flesh began to tear each other apart, unable to recognize each other's appearance. Large pieces of skin and flesh flew off under their claws and teeth until their limbs were mutilated, but this frenzied battle showed no signs of stopping. Until the end, two nearly undead wolfmen continued to attack each other in every way possible.

  Finally, a werewolf bit through the throat of his opponent at the same time that his own heart was being ripped apart. The head, connected to the body by only a little flesh, tilted and fell along with the body, the heart squeezed into a handful of dried salted vegetables, the remaining blood in the body unable to support the frenzied action, also falling heavily to the ground.

  At last, the night was quiet. It was over. A faint light from the east began to shine under the morning star.

  One day later, Eufor's flying dragons discovered this place before Elrasia's troops.

  The scouting lizardmen and beastmen were also shocked by the carnage and gore of this place. Not a single corpse was intact, as if the forest had been run over by a giant meat grinder. One of the beastmen vomited.

  It was strange that in the central area of this tragic scene, there was a neat circle, inside which there was no bloodstain, as if it were a holy land in hell. Whether it was lizardman or beastman, they were all surprised and puzzled by this mysterious circle, then revered.