The Orthodox Church Slaughtered the Werewolves

In St. Servant, Monn stood calmly on the city wall.

The Elendil in his hand once again lit up with a scarlet flame.

The smug smile on the werewolves' general instantly froze.

That worried him, and his fists clenched tightly.

"D*mn it! How could such a troublesome fellow appear among the humans? Isn't he just a cardinal?"

The gloomy werewolves' general was furious, but at the same time, he had a doubt.

Was that man a real cardinal?

The werewolves' general, who could not figure out this question, threw it to the back of his mind.

He looked at the Wolf Warlocks in front of him and said in frustration, "Can you still block that flame?"

"Erm..." one of the Wolf Warlocks, who seemed to be the leader, hesitated for a moment.