She Belongs To The Devil

Tabitha watched helplessly when the vampire commander lifted the severed head of that black wolf in the air as if he was displaying some showpiece.

She clenched her fists and silently cursed her 'powerlessness' in that situation, "I was a fool to think that I could defend him before he got killed. I blinked and that maniac was already holding his head…"

The High Priestess had thought that she could use some of her spells to protect that werewolf when he got slammed down to the ground by that commander.

However, her eyes were barely able to keep up with Jonah's speed and before she knew it, the werewolf was already dead.

Tabitha was the witch who mostly looked calm and serene. Her voice was always soothing to the ears. However, upon seeing the brutality of that vampire commander, a deadly storm raised inside of her.

She wanted to incapacitate that commander by attacking him with a high-pitched noise that only he would be able to hear. She even thought of burning him. But that vampire was too far away from her for her to focus her magic on him without accidentally hurting the werewolves.

Nigel and all the werewolves were already charging at the vampires. So she signaled and ordered the sorcerers, "Kill as many vampires as you can! Begin the attack!"

Among the two hundred witches and wizards, fifty of them were assigned specifically to treat the wounded werewolves during the battle.

The other hundred and fifty of them had encircled the battlefield before the vampires arrived there. They were all ready to fight the cold-blooded vampires.

They were not marching towards the vampires though. Their magic made it possible for them to perform a long-ranged attack on those red-eyed creatures to some extent. They would be able to hurt the vampires as long as they maintained eye contact with their targets.

So all of them began to chant their strongest magic spell the second they got the order from the High Priestess.

Tabitha was standing at the rear of the battlefield. The werewolves had not reached the back of the field yet. So it became easier for her to release a mass attack from the back.

She began chanting a fire spell while slowly raising her hands in the air. She then pointed her palms towards the vampires and said in a voice full of rage, "Ignis ardeat!"

The moment she said that, the flames of fire burst out of thin air as if there was a massive explosion.

That explosion gained a lot of vampires' attention, including the commander and the second commander.

"Now what the hell was that?" Pierson grabbed the jaw of the werewolf that was close to biting his arm and threw it aside.

That werewolf was sent crashing down on the ground.

When his enemy was down, Pierson took that moment to check behind him. And he got the shock of his life again when he saw the armored people who were spreading out their arms and were mumbling something very furious.

"Magic wielders? Seriously?" He was stunned to see that the sorcerers were also present in this battle. However, seeing that their number wasn't alarmingly high, it didn't yet cross his mind that Frostford could have betrayed Mihir.

Pierson's eyes widened with rage when he saw that around 20 vampires were caught in the fire from that explosion earlier.

And he snarled in frustration and screamed, "As if things weren't already bad for us! Now we have to be cautious of those cheap magicians as well?"

"Aarghhhhh!" Pierson shouted and charged at the werewolf who was now already on its feet and was running towards him again.

That werewolf was baring its fangs, ready to bite Pierson on his neck.

However, Pierson punched right inside that werewolf's mouth and pierced a hole in its neck from the inside.

A growl and scream simultaneously spread throughout the field and got mixed with the screams and battle cries of all the others.

The second commander killed his third attacker but at the cost of his own hand. That wolf had managed to bite off his arm before dying.

Pierson didn't look that fazed by that though. He calmly tore open the mouth of that dead werewolf and carefully pulled his arm out.

"Looks like I will be needing some time to reattach my arm," he thought to himself and ran towards the side of the battlefield so that he could heal himself before getting involved in the fight again.

And while running with his detached arm in his hand, he ordered some of the vampires on his way to go and finish off the pesky witches and wizards. They were already creating a huge problem at the back of the battleground.

At first, some of the vampires who got caught in Tabitha's fire kept on running forward. They were thinking that the fire would die down on its own because of the pressure from the wind.

However, they were only making the fire worse. Those vampires stopped running when they realized that. They screamed in agony and tried to put off the fire by rolling on the ground. But no matter what they did, the fire kept on burning their flesh and was slowly killing them.

"As expected of our High Priestess!" Laila, the witch by Tabitha's side looked at Tabitha in awe.

Tabitha performed the same attack again. And this time, she managed to get around 30 vampires with that fire of hers.

"Kill that witch!" one of the vampires who was running in the opposite direction as per the order of their second commander pointed at Tabitha and shouted.

Other witches and wizards who were at the rear also followed Tabitha's example and targeted those vampires in particular who were running towards them.

But unlike Tabitha, they were able to get three or four vampires at one time.

Some were burning the vampires as Tabitha did. Burning them proved to be effective in killing those cold-blooded monsters.

While some were sending high-pitched noises to their target's ears and were incapacitating them. Those vampires were dropping to the ground while screaming and covering their ears. And the werewolves who were around them helped the sorcerers in finishing off those vampires by crushing their hearts or biting off their heads.

Tabitha wanted to repeat her mass spell for the third time. However, by now the vampires and werewolves had already mixed with each other. She didn't want to accidentally burn the werewolves.

So instead, she kept an eye on the field to see if anyone needed her immediate assistance in healing themselves.

Though the werewolves had the super healing ability, it would take a considerable time for them if they had to regrow a chunk of their missing muscle or a hole in their stomach or some extreme injuries like that.

And with the help of the witches, they would be able to heal from those injuries faster and if needed, join the fight again.

Tabitha curled her brows in tune when her eyes fell on the familiar wolf with grey and white fur in the middle of the battlefield. His clean and fluffy fur already looked wet and dirty. He was soaked in blood and covered in dirt.

His movements had slowed down greatly. He already looked beat. But he was still fighting with that commander even though he had to literally drag his feet and force himself to fight.

"Don't die on me, Nigel," Tabitha muttered in a worried voice and gulped.