The coachman stood up from his seat. He looked pale and sweaty, desperately whipping the horses. The speed of the carriage was not slowing down as the Queen Mother expected, but was accelerating. Mars flew everywhere between the frame and the axle, and the buffer belt carrying the carriage made an overwhelming squeak. The people in the carriage could no longer sit in their seats. The Queen Mother knelt on the floor of the carriage, tightly pinching his rose rosary, muttering prayers. The King and Miss Mancini occupied a window respectively. "What is that?" asked the king.

"Werewolf." Mary replied.

When the Queen Mother heard this answer, she fainted, but at this moment, her fainting was a good thing, because almost at the same time, a huge black shadow jumped directly from the top of the tree canopy that was leaning towards the main road. Its two hind paws were firmly pedaled on the luggage rack surrounding the top of the carriage. The black iron bars made a squeaking sound, and the other claws were used to fix the body, and the other claws grabbed the roof of the carriage.

When the people in the car raised their heads, they could see the top of the car expanding downward, cracking, and wood chips splashing everywhere. A claw covered with black hair, the size of a head reached in, scratching wildly in the air. Mary immediately lifted the left skirt, reached into the petticoat, and found the small bag with her, and grabbed a handful of sulfur. She clearly pronounced a Latin word, accompanied by a burst of smoke bursting from her tiny fist, a burst of air flow brought by a scorching light like lightning suddenly filled the entire car. Everyone was pushed and pressed against the wall of the car by an invisible huge force, and the werewolf on the roof was viciously overturned.

The werewolf let out an unwilling howl in the air. When it fell to the ground, the entire carriage was shaking.

At this time, the Queen Mother moaned, as if she was about to wake up.

"Let her be quiet!" the king ordered.

Mary's eyes widened, but the king just waved his hand vigorously. She had to cast her strength towards the most noble woman in France. The Queen Mother fell asleep before she could open her eyes. When Mary looked at the king, the king turned his gaze out the window. The scenery outside the window was unrecognizable. Apart from the dim sky, the speed of the carriage had reached its limit. The carriage was not like being carried by wheels, but as if it was pulled by the wind. It was so fast that when they encountered a curve, the carriage rushed forward with inertia. It dragged the horse and fell down. The heavy horse body rolled over the coachman's body, and the carriage cut a long hole in the muddy wilderness. The carriage door was thrown open, and the carriage body was split.

When the scene suddenly turned upside down, the king saw Mary opening a bag in a hurry and chanting another spell loudly. The carriage was suddenly filled with fluffy wool, and the people in the carriage were not hurt. However, their crisis was never on the road or on the carriage. Werewolf chased after him. The vanguards drove the horses and surrounded the fallen carriage in the center. Some helped the king and the queen mother escape from the carriage, and some were in charge of guarding, holding muskets or drawing out the sword.

"Fire! Ignite!" Mary whispered: "The werewolf fears the strong light and the high heat!"

Under the command of the king, a vanguard took out the tinder and flintstone and lit the fabric in the carriage. The wool, luxurious satin, velvet and embroidered cotton cloth quickly burned and spread to the entire car body. After a few minutes, every piece of expensive wood began to burn, and the flames burned the back of mankind, bringing heat and light. The strong light forced the werewolf back to ten feet, surrounding the king and his guards, even exceeding the fingers of a pair of hands. Mary looked at them vigilantly. These werewolfs were by no means from accidental misfortunes. Although Paris declined due to several religious wars, there were still kings and bishops here. Every once in a while, priests and knights went to the suburbs on the edge of the city, patrolling wilderness and forests, expelling and hunting pagans and beasts.

These werewolfs were undoubtedly sent by the king and cardinal enemies or political enemies.

This was the first time Louis XIV witnessed this monster with his own eyes. They were about as tall as two adult men. They were not wearing clothes or other things that could prove that they were once humans. They were covered with black and blue mane, and only had a small piece of light-colored velvet on the lower jaw. They had a huge wolf head and their eyes were light-colored, either reflected by fire or emitted yellow light. The black round pupils shrank very small. They would stand upright when they were still, their claws were very large and their hind paws were long, but each claw had five claw tips, rather than four claw tips like ordinary wild wolfs.

"How much ammunition do you have?" asked the king.

"Not enough," replied a marquis with a Welsh accent: "Your Majesty, they are devils, and the devil will not fear gunpowder." He looked at the king, and the young man looked no bigger than the king, with long chestnut hair: "But, we will protect you, look, God is above, if we suffer misfortune, you will be able to see how we fell before you." After that, he turned back to his companions.

About ten minutes later, with the consumption of fuel, the strong light that threatened the werewolf finally became dim. There was another fatal place, that is, they were in the wilderness, and there were no fortresses or trenches. These enemies from hell were numerous and could launch attacks from all directions. As the previous imperial guard said, they used up their ammunition and began to wield swords. They knew that everything they did was futile. Perhaps when they all died in battle, the king would still be buried in the wolf's belly, but no one was willing to retreat.

Just when Mary Mancini and the king thought they had to join the battle, a loud trombone sounded from a not far away, Mary hid his hands in her skirt, and the king sent all his projectiles into the mouth of a werewolf, and its kiss was immediately exploded and hung on his face.

A simple-dressed priests rushed over from the other end of the road. Each of them held an ancient spear in their hands. The spear tip was shining with silver light. The werewolf turned to them and screamed. Their contact was only in one moment. In an instant, three werewolfs were pushed into the air by the spear. After one blow, the priests dropped the broken spear and pulled out the strange-style long sword-they turned the horse's head and ran towards the werewolf again. So werewolfs, they collided like two pieces of steel, and the long sword and sharp teeth were like bursting Mars.

People present may find it hard to forget this strange scene - the night sky is blue, the full moon is hanging high, the werewolf's dirty blood is motivated by the strong heart, and rushed into the air. Then there is a scent of fishy smell, hot and viscous rain.
Chapter completed!