Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic - Book 4: Chapter 50: The Princess of Humanity

Scarlet

After leaving the headquarters, I immediately leap out over the walls, ignoring them in their entirety thanks to them being set to allow me through before I land with my fist striking the ground outside, sending a cloud of snow all around me. Then I rush through the snowy mountains, passing straight by quite a few Guardians along the way, some of whom try to take pictures of me as I run.

And after several seconds, I suddenly start grinning and activate my Beast Transformation skill, turning me into the other form that the skill unlocked this time.

My quadrupedal beast form.

The transformation takes a few seconds before I find myself shaking my wolf head slightly to reorient myself. Then I begin running across the snow on all four feet, my three-meter-tall and four-meter-long wolf body moving through the snow far faster than my bipedal form would’ve. And if any normal human were to see me right now, one that isn’t at least a Class IV or V Guardian, they would probably only see a blur of black and red passing by them as the wind from my movement blows the snow and trees I pass.

So freeing. I like this form.

“You haven’t really used it much if really at all since you got it though,” Tar points out.

True, but that’s because I never really got much chance to. I only got it after reaching Class IV, and I’ve spent most of my time since then fighting on the frontlines of the war here on Earth.

And unlike my bipedal form, this form doesn’t let me just change out of it after changing into it. It takes at least ten minutes of relaxing for the skill to stop running, since it doesn’t let me use the skill again to cancel it like the bipedal form does.

A rather annoying thing, but at least cheaper in terms of mana.

I already know how to speak in this form too thanks to Leonidas, but before, back when I was hiding my identity, I couldn’t just change into that form where I might be stuck in it and mistaken for a demon.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been a mistake…” Tar mutters, making me narrow my eyes slightly.

You know what I mean.

Anyways, now that I don’t have to worry about anything like that, since my identity as a part demon is already known to everyone, I can go ahead and move around in this form all I want. It’s actually stronger than my bipedal form, even if I’m still not entirely used to it yet.

And from what I have heard, the legendary version of the skill has the beast form at four meters in height and almost five in length, and the mythical version – the version etched by Gramps – has it at five meters in height and almost six in length. A massive as hell wolf.

Which makes sense considering that the mythic version is called Beast of the Apocalypse.

Gramps only showed me it once, and even then it was terrifying. Despite the fact that I knew he would never harm me.

Just his paw was large enough to completely cover me.

In fact, he could’ve just turned me into a pancake by stepping on me with that paw.

I shiver at that thought as I continue running through the snow.

That man really is terrifying.

“And a doting Grandpa,” Tar comments, sounding more than a little amused.

Yes. And a doting Grandpa.

The Frontlines

Roxanne wipes the sweat from her brow after sending another barrage of ice spears straight at the demons down below in the valley. But no matter how many times she attacks, the demons never seem to lower in number.

So many of them… is it even possible to win?

“Don’t give up now, Roxy!” Roxanne hears her brother, Christopher, call out to her from several meters away, bringing her attention to him where she finds the man raising both hands into the air while sending blades of water down at the demons. “Things are finally looking up with Her Highness on our side!”

Roxanne rolls her eyes at his statement before turning her attention back to the demons with a frown.

“That Princess happens to be the Princess of the demons, not our Princess,” she corrects him, only for the man to chuckle. And it’s not just him as many other people around them respond in some way to her statement, confusing her.

But before she can say anything, she hears her brother say, “I mean, she’s the daughter of the White Knight of Humanity, and the niece of the Blue Knight of Humanity. What more could make someone the Princess of Earth? She’s already the Princess of the demons, so why not the Princess of the humans too?”

“I’ve heard she’s already got a following of people calling her that!” “Yeah, some people at the HQ are bowing to her and treating her as royalty already!” “But I thought there was still a group who were afraid of and hated her?” “Most of those types were sent packing after seeing the recorded and live interview with the Princess in the HQ cafeteria.”

Roxanne stares blankly at the various Guardians around her who are having an idle conversation in the middle of a battlefield.

Before she can yell at any of them though, a loud howl rings out through the night, stopping the chatter from the Guardians and bringing their gazes to the trees behind them. And in the darkness of the trees, beyond the falling snow, they all see two glowing red eyes growing larger and larger until a massive wolf with black fur streaked with crimson bursts out with a murderous yet still elegant and noble look on its face.

Roxanne immediately feels her knees growing weak at the sight of it. That is, until the idiots around her start cheering for the massive wolf.

“Princess Scarlet!!!” “The Princess is on the battlefield!” “Go Princess!”

That has Roxanne blinking before she realizes something and tries identifying the massive wolf, only to not get any result.

No result means the wolf is at least part human. Meaning this is the Apex Predator.

Roxanne feels the weakness in her knees going away as she watches the massive wolf ignore them all to jump straight down into the battlefield, making red clouds appear in the air before blood begins to rain down on the battlefield.

Then another howl rings out through the night, for some reason making Roxanne feel… invigorated.

And full of pride.

Pride for the Princess of humanity.