The werewolf commander's screams made all the birds and other creatures in the Suva Mountains scatter.

He clutched his chest, and bright red blood gushed out.

If one looked carefully, one could even see a sword mark on his internal organs.

Although his injuries were serious, Monn still frowned.

This was the first time that his dimensional slash had not torn the enemy to shreds.

Although the werewolf commander was heavily injured and even cried out in pain, looking closely, one could see a slight smile on his face.

He had blocked it!

He screamed in his heart.

When the holy sword had cut through his huge sword, he had immediately compressed his saint energy to its maximum in front of his chest, hoping that he could block that astonishing sword aura.

However, that sword aura seemed to have no natural enemies, and it was so powerful that it could not be blocked.

The saint energy that he had tried so hard to compress was like a thin film in front of it, and it broke instantly when poked at lightly.

Fortunately, he thought of something and activated the holy artifact in his chest, which saved him from a disaster.

However, his chest was still slice open by the fierce sword.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked at Monn, and could not help but laugh, "Hahaha! Is this the terrifying sword aura?"

The werewolf commander who had blocked the sword seemed to have defeated a true God. He was full of pride.

His gaze towards Monn was also filled with disdain, as if saying 'that's all you got?'

Monn paid no mind to the werewolf commander's ridicule.

He swung his sword and said coldly to the werewolf commander who was sitting on the ground arrogantly, "If one slash won't do. One more will."

When the werewolf commander heard this, his smile immediately froze.

He looked at Monn, who was slowly walking over, and smiled nervously. "Ha, you've used this move twice in a row. I don't believe that you still have Saint Power."

Monn let out a soft 'oh'.

A terrifying cyclone rose from the saint sword again.

The werewolf commander's expression froze. He looked at Monn, who was approaching with a cold expression.

He hurriedly moved his butt and shifted his entire body backward.

He muttered, "No... impossible..."

But as he looked at Monn, who was getting closer and closer, the fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

As if he suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly dug into his bosom.

Monn took a clear look.

A black gold cup with the four-legged lizard-like cup carved around it appeared in the werewolf commander's hand.

The black gold cup emitted an ominous black mist, giving Monn a slight chill.

Monn understood that this black gold cup was the holy artifact that he had been looking for.

The werewolf held the black gold cup.

As if grasping his life-saving straw, the dark green eyes of the werewolf became bloodshot as it stared at the cup.

"As long as it's still here, as long as it's still here!"

As if he had gone mad, the werewolf leader kept repeating the same sentence.

The werewolf leader placed all his hope on the black gold cup.

He raised the cup high and used the last of his holy power to activate the holy weapon.

"Hahaha!"

He began to laugh wildly.

As he laughed, his laughter grew quieter and quieter until it slowly disappeared.

He stared at the cup with lifeless eyes.

The black gold cup that had absorbed his holy power spat out a mouthful of black mist and stopped moving.

It was as if it was saying 'not enough'.

The werewolf leader became vicious. "Why! Why!"

He was furious and slammed the black gold cup on the ground.

The black gold cup rolled a few times on the ground and continued to spit out the black mist as if nothing had happened.

Monn looked at the howling werewolf commander and only felt that it was noisy.

He raised his sword and gently swung it in the werewolf commander's direction.

The werewolf commander's eyes were instantly filled with terror.

Before he could say anything, his wolf head and body were instantly separated.

Only his eyes, which were still filled with terror, were left behind.

Monn was instantly relieved.

"It's finally quiet."

He picked up the black gold cup lying nearby and left without a hint of curiosity.

Just then, the Holy Knights and bishops of the Holy Church finally rushed over under the leadership of Pope Andrew.

The werewolves had actually dug a tunnel in the city that led directly to the outside world. Such a big event finally made Andrew unable to sit still.

He hurriedly brought a group of holy church members over.

As a result, they saw a surprising scene.

There were more than two thousand werewolves who looked like weak little white rabbits in front of Monn. These big gray wolves did not even dare to breathe too heavy.

The problem was that these werewolves were the real werewolves.

Andrew landed on the ground with a complicated expression.

Monn saw that Andrew had arrived and thought that it was perfect

He brought Ace, who was following behind him.

Monn handed the black gold cup in his hand to Andrew and said, "This is the holy artifact."

Andrew was delighted. The food problem had finally been solved.

Just as he was about to praise Monn, he saw Monn walk past him.

Monn's calm voice came from behind. "I'm off work. See you tomorrow."

Ace bowed and hurriedly followed Monn's footsteps.

Andrew opened his mouth and looked at the backs of Monn and Ace. He sighed helplessly.

He hoped that the Saintess would not be infected by Munn's bad habits.

He prayed in his heart.

Then, he swept his gaze across the battlefield.

A huge sinkhole appeared in his eyes.

He could see that there were still remnants of the sword aura left behind by the dimensional slash of Monn in the sinkhole.

That power could not help but make Andrew suck in a breath of cold air.

Then, Andrew saw something that made his heart beat wildly.

Wasn't the wolf head that fell on the cold ground the famous Mozart of the werewolf clan?

It was said that he had reached the peak of the saint level a long time ago.

His two-handed greatsword was even more ferocious.

It made the other saints break out in cold sweat.

Even Andrew himself did not dare to face him head-on.

In the end...

Andrew looked at Mozart's eyes that were still filled with fear even after he died.

He did not know what terrible things he had experienced while he was alive.

At the same time, he had a clearer understanding of Monn's strength.

"To be able to kill a peak-stage saint-level like Mozart so easily, Monn is really astonishing."

Andrew sighed with his hands behind his back.

At the same time, he was glad that a monster like Monn was a member of the human race.

"Should we promote Monn?"

Andrew muttered.

A person at the peak of the saint level could only be a small cardinal in the Orthodox Church. Andrew was afraid that people would laugh at him if he said this.

However, thinking about the promotion gave him a headache.

Monn was already a cardinal.. If he went any higher, he would be a pope, and then the Holy Pope.

Of course, it was impossible for him to become the Holy Pope.

But a lower pope...

There were only three churches in the entire Kate Kingdom. The pope of each church were all alive and well, showing no signs of retirement.

He couldn't possibly take them down.

But could he build a separate church for Monn?

Sigh, just thinking about it gave him a headache. It was better to wait for the day he could ask the Holy Pope for instructions.

Andrew stopped thinking about it. He commanded the Holy Knights and bishops to capture all the remaining werewolves and hurried back to the church.