Monn's calm voice instantly brightened holy knight Munch's mood.

He scratched his head with his left hand that was not grabbed by Monn and chuckled, "I thought it was a werewolf, so..."

Monn let go of his right arm and did not blame him.

Seeing this, Munch heaved a sigh of relief and asked in a hurry, "Cardinal Monn, have you been following behind me all this time? Why didn't I see you and Her Highness The Saintess?"

"We just arrived."

After saying this, Munch checked the situation around him.

Saintess Ace, on the other hand, had a complicated expression on her face.

There were the side effects of her first time traveling through the wrong space, and there was also the surprise factor of Munch, who was full of miracles.

Space spells were a group of lost spells that had disappeared in the previous era.

In ancient times, those who could master even the slightest space-related spell were all legends of that era. Even in modern times, there were still history books about their amazing talents.

Now, in front of her, there was a genius who could control space magic.

She was not surprised.

Monn did not feel anything.

To him, space magic was just a reward from the system.

He looked at the specific distribution of the werewolf camp.

There were not many werewolves in the entire camp.

Monn estimated it roughly.

There were only a little over 3,000.

He estimated that these were only the vanguard of the werewolves.

Plus, this tunnel would most likely lead to a surprise attack on the humans.

If there were too many of them, the humans would find out.

That's why they didn't have enough werewolves.

However, Monn didn't care about that right now.

The situation here had already been reported to the Templar by Thayer.

How to solve it was up to the Templar.

While he was still working, Monn wanted to do his job.

That was to find the holy weapon that made the black mud.

Beside him, Ace finally woke up from the shock of the space spell.

She moved closer to Monn..

She looked at the werewolves not far away.

She said solemnly, "What should we do next?"

She had found the place, but she didn't know exactly what to do.

She could only ask Monn blankly.

But Monn didn't seem to hear him.

He stepped on the bluestone steps that were most likely made by the werewolves in the pit and walked out generously.

He even walked behind the nearest werewolf, patted his shoulder, and asked very calmly, "Brother Wolf, do you know where the holy weapon that you werewolves brought is?"

Behind him, Ace and Holy Knight Munch widened their eyes.

A word rose in their minds.

Arrogant!

On the ground, the werewolf who was patted on the shoulder by Monn thought it was a brother wolf.

He said naturally, "What's there not to know? Our commander sleeps with it every day. The smell is so strong!"

As he said that, a certain image seemed to appear in the werewolf's mind.

He quickly waved his hand in disgust.

They werewolves had a keen sense of smell.

They could not stand the pungent smell at all.

They really did not know how the commander managed to sleep with it every day.

Thinking of this, the werewolf suddenly felt a sense of admiration for the commander of the werewolves.

Monn nodded his head and thanked the werewolf. Then, he walked towards the largest and most luxurious tent in the camp.

Without a doubt, the most flashy tent must be the commander's.

Behind him, Monn, who was dressed in red, walked past him and into the tent.

The werewolf was stunned for a moment. Then, he wiped his eyes.

For a moment, he wondered if he had seen wrongly?

Why was there a human walking past him?

And he was wearing the uniform of the Orthodox Church's Cardinal?

After repeatedly wiping his eyes, the werewolf finally confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

He was furious.

This was the first time he had met such an arrogant human.

He did not even care about the werewolf!

Ace, who had witnessed everything, touched her forehead.

She did not expect the werewolf to be so simple-minded and easily give the information to Monn.

"That human! Stop right there!"

The werewolf finally reacted and roared angrily.

The werewolf arched its body and its fur stood on end.

He felt that he had been fooled and had given the information to the enemy so easily!

Meng En did not want to waste time because he was about to leave work.

Therefore, he wanted to get the information and quickly take care of the main character and bring the holy weapon that made the black mud back to the holy church.

However, this werewolf insisted on doing this.

"I'm giving you a chance to live, but you don't want it."

Monn said softly.

Then, he suddenly turned his body, and his right leg kicked up a raging wind.

He directly sent the werewolf flying with a horizontal kick.

With the werewolf's black gold rank strength, Monn directly kicked him until he stopped breathing.

The sound from this side finally caught the attention of the werewolf army camp.

A few wolf howls suddenly came from the werewolf camp.

The next moment, the ground suddenly shook.

It was as if countless werewolves quickly gathered together.

They surrounded Monn in the middle.

The werewolf's huge body surrounded Monn.

The bloodthirsty aura made Munch, who was hiding in the hole, retreat involuntarily.

Even saintess Ace's expression changed. She rushed out hurriedly, intending to help Monn.

She was so anxious that she even forgot that Monn still had the ability to walk through space. This was a method that could allow him to escape easily.

She saw a blonde girl rushing over impulsively.

The werewolf gate did not stop her at all.

They even consciously opened a gap for Ace to come to Monn's side.

They were very confident in themselves.

There were truly 3,000 werewolf soldiers. How could they not kill two humans?

"Monn, are you alright? !"

Ace rushed over and dragged Monn along to take a look.

The werewolf was tall and big.

When she was on the outside, Ace could not see what was happening inside, so she was very anxious.

Monn shook his head. He was rather gratified by Ace's actions.

At least he did not eat for nothing.

But unlike the nervous Ace,

He did not feel much when surrounded by the werewolves.

He even had the time to observe.

At this moment, the werewolf gate in front of Monn suddenly opened up a gap.

A three-meter-tall werewolf with silver-gray fur strolled in.

His mouth was wide open, and his face was full of curiosity.

"There's actually a human who dares to run into a pack of wolves by himself. He really didn't want to survive."

The surrounding werewolves laughed and echoed, "Haha, this chick's delicate skin and tender meat will definitely be delicious!"

"Tsk tsk, I prefer this pretty boy next to her."

"Hahaha!"

The werewolves laughed loudly.

Ace clenched her fists, and her fair little face turned red from anger.

A calm and cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Are you the leader of these werewolves?"