The coachman got up from his seat, pale and sweaty, and spurred his horses desperately, and instead of slowing down as the Queen Mother had hoped, the carriage was accelerating, sparks splashed between the frame and the axles, and the cushion belt that carried the carriage creaked so overwhelmingly that the people in the carriage could no longer sit comfortably in their seats, and the Queen Mother knelt on the floor of the carriage, clenching her rosary and muttering a prayer in her mouth, while the King and Mademoiselle Mancini each occupied one window, "What is that?" The king asked.

"Werewolves. Mary replied.

When the Queen Mother heard this answer, she cried out and fainted, but at this moment it was a good thing that she fainted, for almost at the same time a huge black shadow jumped directly onto the roof of the carriage from the top of a large tree that had tilted towards the road, its two hind paws firmly pressed against the luggage rack that surrounded the roof of the carriage, the black iron bar creaked a few times, and the other paw held itself in place, and the other claw clung to the roof of the carriage.

The occupants of the carriage looked up and could see that the top of the carriage was expanding downward, cracking, sawdust flying everywhere, and a claw with black hair and the size of a skull reached in, scratching wildly in the air, and Mary immediately lifted the left overskirt, put her hand into the petticoat, found the pouch she was carrying and grabbed a handful of sulfur, she pronounced a Latin word clearly, accompanied by a burst of smoke from the tiny fist, a burst of air from a scorching light like thunder and lightning violently filled the entire carriage, everyone was pushed against the wall of the car by the invisible force, and the werewolf on the roof of the car was viciously overturned。

The werewolf howled in the air, and the whole carriage shook as it fell to the ground.

At this time, the queen mother groaned, as if she was about to wake up.

"Silence her!" commanded the king.

Marie's eyes widened, but the king waved her hand vigorously, and she had to throw her strength into the noblest woman in all of France, and the queen mother fell asleep again before she could open her eyes. When Mary looked at the king, the king had turned his gaze out of the window, and the view outside the window was unrecognizable, except for the darkness of the sky, the speed of the carriage had reached its limit, and the carriage did not seem to be carried by wheels, but as if it were pulled by the wind, and it was so fast that when they came to a bend, the carriage rushed forward with inertia, and it dragged the horse and fell, and the heavy body of the horse was crushed and rolled over the coachman's body, and the body cut a long cut in the muddy wilderness, and the door was thrown open, and the body was torn apart。

When the scene was suddenly reversed, the king saw that Mary was hurriedly opening a bag and chanting another incantation aloud, and the carriage was suddenly filled with fluffy wool, so that the people in the carriage were not harmed, but their danger was never on the road or in the carriage, the werewolves chased after them, and the royal guards drove the horses and surrounded the overturned carriage in the center, some of them helped the king and the queen mother to get out of the carriage, and some of them were in charge of guarding, either with muskets or swords drawn.

"Fire!ignition!" Mary reminded in a low voice, "Werewolves fear the bright light and the heat!"

A royal guard took out the velvet and flint and set fire to the cloth in the carriage at the king's command, and the wool, the extravagant satin, the velvet and the embroidered cotton cloth burned quickly and spread throughout the body, and in a few minutes every piece of expensive wood began to burn, and the flames burned the backs of the men, bringing heat and light, and the bright light forced the werewolves back a dozen feet away, and they surrounded the king and his guards, even more than the fingers of a pair of hands. Mary watched them warily, these werewolves were not by chance of misfortune, Paris had fallen by several religious wars, but there were still kings and bishops, and every once in a while, priests and knights patrolled the suburbs, wilderness, and forests on the edge of the city, banishing and hunting heretics and wild beasts.

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

It was the first time Louis XIV had seen such monsters, they were about the height of two adult males, they were not wearing clothes or anything else that would prove that they were once human, they were covered in black and blue mane, only the lower jaw had a small piece of light hair, they had a huge wolf head, their eyes were light, either reflecting fire or glowing yellow, their black round pupils were 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 instead of the four claw tips like ordinary wild wolves。

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

"No amount is enough," replied a Welsh guard, "Your Majesty, they are devils, and devils are not afraid of gunpowder." He looked at the king, a young man who looked no older than the king, with long maroon hair: "But your majesty, we will protect you, and look, God above, if we are misfortuned, you will surely be able to see how we fell before you." With that, he turned and returned to his companions.

After about ten minutes, with the consumption of fuel, the bright light that intimidated the werewolves finally dimmed, and there was also a fatal place, that is, they were in the wilderness, the incident was hasty, and there were no fortresses and trenches, these enemies from hell were numerous, and they were able to attack from all directions, just like the previous imperial guard said, they ran out of ammunition, and began to wield their swords, they knew that everything they did was in vain, maybe when they were all killed, the king would still inevitably die in the wolf's belly, but still no one was willing to back down。

Just when Marie Mancini and the king thought they had to join the battle, a loud trombone sounded from not far away, and Marie immediately hid her hands in her skirt, and the king threw all his projectiles into the mouth of a werewolf, whose snout was immediately burst and drooped on its face.

A column of plainly dressed priests rode from the other end of the road, each with an ancient spear in his hand, the tip of the spear glowed silver, and the werewolves turned to them and howled, and their contact was only for an instant, and in an instant three werewolves were thrown into the air by the spear, and after a blow, the priests dropped their broken spears and drew their strange long knives— They turned their horses' heads and ran towards the werewolf again, and so did the werewolf, who collided like two pieces of steel, the cold light of their knives and sharp teeth like sparks.

It may be hard to forget the strange sight of the night sky, the full moon hanging high, the filthy blood of the werewolf thrashed into the air by the strong heart, and then a hot, sticky rainstorm filled with a fishy smell.

By the time the Queen Mother slowly awoke, the clergy had finished their final work, carefully stabbing the werewolves into their eye sockets with conical or triangular steel and silver drills, destroying their brains, or ripping open their chests and slitting their hearts, the only way to kill the werewolves once and for all. They also examined the survivors' bodies to make sure they had not been marked or bitten by werewolves.