52 The Saintess is Coming

That day, in the afternoon.

Morning Street.

Boom! !

A tall werewolf smashed through the stone wall and flew out.

His body was covered in blood, and his eyes began to roll back.

Only his weak breathing proved that he was still alive at this moment.

Suddenly, a knife mark that seemed to cut through the air slashed past, and the next moment, the werewolf's body was immediately separated from his body.

"Ta ta,"

Footsteps came from the broken wall.

A tall and handsome young man in red walked out.

It was Monn.

He shook his sleeves and exhaled, "The seventh one."

Yes, this was the seventh werewolf that Monn had killed since Andrew arranged the work today!

"Lord Monn is mighty! !"

Behind them, the paladins who had slowed down a little finally arrived.

They didn't know how many times Goldman Sachs had shouted, but they were full of vigor.

Because... they really didn't use much power.