Preston.

The Sun was setting.

The Moon was beginning to show.

The whole of Preston seemed eerie under the alternation of the Sun and the Moon.

At the foot of the city, a group of Werewolves stared at the Holy Knights on the city wall with their green eyes.

The Holy Knights did not seem to have noticed them, and ignored them.

As Cardinal Monn said before he left work, they had to finish the task of repairing the city wall of Preston.

Now they had no time to deal with the Werewolves.

At the foot of the city, the Werewolves looked at one another.

They thought that the Holy Knights would look like they were facing a formidable enemy when they saw them.

But they didn't even look at them.

They were confused by this situation.

One of the Werewolves approached Zach for instructions, "Lord Zach, look, these Holy Knights don't seem to care about us at all!"

Zach heard this and glanced at him quietly.

The city wall was only that high.

How could they not see?

Looking at the Holy Knights, he was also a little annoyed.

Why did the Holy Knights suddenly look down on the Werewolves?

He frowned and ordered, "Go and challenge them."

The Werewolf blinked and bowed his head.

Then he walked towards Preston's city gate.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, he saw Elendil standing quietly in front of the city gate.

Of course, when they arrived, they had already seen the blazing divine sword that was especially dazzling under the dusk.

Because of this, even if the city gate was wide open, not a single Werewolf dared to take a step forward.

Thinking of Preston's attack, this divine sword had brought back too many unpleaseant memories.

At the same time, they all knew that with this divine sword, it would be impossible for them to cross Preston's city gate.

He looked at the divine sword fearfully.

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes as he looked at the burning flames.

However, he calmed himself down and shouted at the Holy Knights on the city walls, "Listen! We werewolves are going to reclaim Preston's territory! Come out and die! !"

The Werewolf's voice carried his own magical power.

His words spread throughout Preston.

The residents who had resumed their normal lives in the city were shocked.

They shouted, "The Werewolves are here! The Werewolves are here again!!"

At once, the commotion started.

Fortunately, the Kingdom's soldiers were patrolling the city.

Seeing this scene, they began to appease the residents. "Everyone, don't panic! Since the Werewolves have already been beaten by us, it's impossible for them to attack again! Please be rest assured!!"

Hearing the soldiers' words, the residents finally calmed down.

They couldn't help but still feel a little afraid.

However, the soldiers were right.

Since the Werewolves had already been beaten back, it proved that the Orthodox Church and the Kingdom had the strength.

This time, it would be impossible for them to attack easily again.

However, they hadn't expected it.

In fact, the Werewolves hadn't been beaten back at all. Instead, it was the Werewolves who were afraid of the Devil they had summoned and hurriedly ran away.

This gave the Orthodox Church and the King a chance to reclaim Preston.

Of course, the soldiers said this to appease the crowd, to keep them from panicking and created unnecessary turmoil.

But they were also confident that the Werewolves would not attack again.

It was not just because of the reinforcements from St. Servant.

The main reason was because of the powerful and admirable Cardinal Monn from Orthodox Church.

This was the source of their confidence.

On the walls of Preston, the Holy Knights who were repairing the walls heard the Werewolves.

They finally had a reaction.

They looked up and quietly looked at the Werewolves.

The Werewolves below saw this and were delighted.

They thought that the Holy Knights were finally going to fight.

The Werewolves' thoughts were very simple.

Since they had no way to rush in, why not let the people of Preston come out by themselves?

They were ready to call for a battle, to get a General from Preston to come out and fight with the Werewolves in front of the gate.

Of course, this was only a plan in their minds.

When the General was killed by them, it would definitely arouse the anger of the Holy Knights.

When the time came, they would mock the Holy Knights, and they did not believe that this group of Holy Knights could stand their mockery.

Just as they were indulging in their imagination.

The group of Holy Knights on the city wall only glanced at them quietly. In the end, they retreated again.

They continued to complete the task of repairing the city wall.

This situation made them stunned.

On the city wall, among the Holy Knights who were busy working, someone suddenly asked, "Commander Philip, are we really going to let this group of Werewolves be arrogant?"

Philip didn't even raise his head when he heard that.

He continued to busy himself with his work.

He said faintly, "At night, the Werewolves have the help of the moonlight, so they have a natural advantage in fighting at night. If we go now and fight them, wouldn't that be crazy?"

After the Holy Knight who asked the question heard that, he scratched his head awkwardly.

He just felt that these Werewolves were really too arrogant.

Listening to their noisy voices, it made him a little annoyed.

Philip still didn't raise his head.

He pressed a stone on the empty spot on the city wall.

He wiped the sweat off his head and said, "Don't worry, no matter how noisy it is, it will only last one night."

With that, Philip stood up.

He looked at the countless Werewolves in front of him.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Tomorrow during day time will be the day of their death."

"Uh..."

The Holy Knight looked at his leader in a daze, and he had an indescribable feeling.

Why did he feel that his leader was being pretentious?

Moreover, he seemed to be deliberately imitating Lord Cardinal Monn, which felt improper.

At the thought of this, the Holy Knight had a strange expression.

He could not help but ask, "Commander, are you really imitating Lord Cardinal Monn?"

This sentence made Philip, who felt that he was an influential person, stagger.

Damn it! Mine was the temperament of an important man.

Philip was dissatisfied with this Holy Knight who did not know how to speak well.

He felt that he should arrange him to clean the toilet tomorrow.

However, he had only started to behave in this manner after seeing the aura that Lord Cardinal Monn was exuding.

It was true to say that he had imitated Lord Cardinal Monn.

But how could he lose face after being directly pointed out by someone?

He glanced at the stunned Holy Knight indifferently and had decided his fate in his heart.

Tomorrow he will have a place in the toilet.