While the world was still focused on the aftermath of William's live broadcast, no one expected his retaliation to be so swift and devastating.
That very night, following William's orders, two fully-equipped ships launched from the Sahara Desert base. Each carried a hundred fully-armed combat robots, over a hundred surveillance drones, thousands of nano-silver explosive flying spheres, and a large supply of ammunition. The ships, cloaked from detection, appeared above a mountainous region in southern France.
Hovering about ten meters above the ground, one ship deployed sixty combat robots armed for assault. Each robot carried an ammo pack, and four large, rapid-fire handguns mounted on their sides and underarms. The robots jumped down from the ship, landing soundlessly in the darkness.
This specific loadout was chosen based on the successful tactics used by Eggsy, Laura, and Wesley in previous battles against werewolves. The rapid-fire handguns, slightly larger than standard pistols, had extended barrels and a 17-round magazine capacity.
With two guns in hand, each robot could fire 34 rounds at once. At close range (within 40 meters), the firepower rivaled that of submachine guns but with greater flexibility. Reloading was streamlined: a robot could eject a spent magazine with one hand, slot a new one from its back-mounted ammo pack, and resume firing within seconds. The pack carried forty spare magazines, and the entire two-kilogram load was negligible for a combat robot. This arsenal was more than sufficient to sustain a full assault and return to the ship for resupply.
After the sixty robots jumped into the battlefield, the ship repositioned and deployed ten sniper and gatling-equipped robots in each of four directions to block any potential escape routes.
Escape by air? Impossible. No aircraft could outrun or outmaneuver William's ships. Even a direct collision with a helicopter would barely scratch the ship's exterior.
The ensuing gunfight was brief and brutal, lasting only four to five minutes before the sounds of battle began to fade.
This camp, the largest werewolf base in France, had been thoroughly scouted during the month-long investigation. Many of the werewolves there had fled England after being beaten and humiliated by William. Turning to arms trafficking, they quickly carved out a ruthless reputation across Europe. In little more than a year, werewolves dominated the illicit arms trade, their fearlessness surpassing even that of organized gangs like the polar bear mafia.
Unlike other criminal groups, werewolves had a unique advantage: under the cover of night, a handful of them could infiltrate rival territories and, within weeks, convert their enemies into fellow werewolves.
In nearly two years, the werewolf population across Europe exploded. This surge emboldened their new leader, Marius, who orchestrated the recent attacks on William.
Despite the growing threat, European governments had no special task force to monitor or control the werewolves. As a result, large camps with over a hundred werewolves became increasingly common. Smaller camps, housing dozens of werewolves, numbered in the hundreds.
However, that night marked a turning point. Any werewolves who dared to gather in large or mid-sized camps were crushed within minutes by William's combat robots.
These robots, each capable of killing dozens of werewolves in direct combat, were now armed with four rapid-fire handguns. Assaulting camps with over a hundred werewolves was merely a matter of a few extra minutes and the consumption of more nano-silver bullets and explosive drones.
In just over two hours, ten major werewolf camps were obliterated. By dawn, thousands of werewolves across Europe had been eliminated, leaving the entire supernatural underworld trembling in fear.
The news spread like wildfire. Hundreds of camps, containing thousands of werewolves, had been wiped out overnight. Those who managed to escape were immediately targeted by hunters—humans who had long suffered under werewolf oppression.
For these hunters, the large-scale extermination of werewolves presented a lucrative opportunity. Each werewolf killed earned a bounty of $100,000 upon presenting two fangs. Hunters could even call a special hotline, where Sunday provided information on werewolf movements with an 80% accuracy rate.
The events of that night would be forever etched into the supernatural history of Europe. Not even the Church, at its peak, had ever achieved the extermination of thousands of werewolves in a single night.
The largest recorded battle between vampires and werewolves had involved only one or two thousand combatants in total.
Killing over a hundred werewolves in a single engagement was already legendary in vampire lore.
Amelia, the last elder of the vampire clans and now queen, was stationed in Budapest when news of the massacre reached her. She learned that even without William physically present on Earth, the Devonshire family had launched a blitzkrieg against the werewolves, sending shockwaves through the supernatural community.
The results of the campaign made it clear to Amelia and the other clans: the Devonshire family had become a forbidden power. No supernatural faction could dream of matching their might, especially not in a one-night campaign that decimated an entire species.
Amelia knew that just two hundred werewolves could overwhelm her castle's defenses. Yet William's forces had slaughtered thousands with ruthless efficiency, vanishing without a trace and leaving behind only fear and horror.
In each raided camp, the bodies of slain werewolves were gruesomely displayed. Stripped of their skin and left hanging from trees or walls, these werewolves were reduced to grotesque trophies with their heads intact—grim reminders that they were nothing more than beasts.
If this had happened in only one or two camps, the supernatural world might have dismissed it as a fluke. But every single camp had at least one flayed corpse. One camp, Marius's stronghold, displayed the skinned bodies of twenty werewolves. Reports indicated these werewolves had been captured alive, forced to transform, and then slowly skinned while pinned to trees.
News soon confirmed that this camp housed Marius's most loyal followers. The camp had over two hundred members, all of whom were wiped out.
The underworld buzzed with rumors the next day. It was revealed that 117 werewolves had been flayed alive—the exact number of casualties from the sabotage at England's shipyard over a month ago.
Everyone understood the message: this was William's retribution, carried out with ruthless precision to send a warning to the entire world.
No one doubted the Devonshire family's resolve anymore. William didn't need to be on Earth to make his enemies suffer.
(End of Chapter)
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