"How can the Holy Knights that I personally taught be so ephemeral?"

Cardinal Monn's calm voice resounded in everyone's ears.

His voice was clearly as casual as an ordinary person's conversation.

However, in everyone's ears, it was like a bolt of lightning that exploded in their hearts.

He really wanted to save them?

General Barton was shocked when he heard Cardinal Monn's words.

One had to know that no matter how strong a saint was, facing an army of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people, of at least Mithril Rank, Black Gold Rank, and even Amethyst Rank, even a saint could only run for their lives.

No matter how strong a saint was, he was still a single person.

A quantitative change would cause a qualitative change.

When tens of thousands of magical barrages gathered together, even a Holy Rank Saint was still defeatable.

Moreover, the magic power of a Saint was not unlimited. There would always be a time when it was exhausted.

The Werewolves only needed to use a human wave attack to drown him.

And now, General Barton actually heard that the Cardinal Monn was going to save the Holy Knights.

His first reaction was that Cardinal Monn should not do it!

Without the current Holy Knights, Cardinal Monn could still teach another group of Holy Knights, but if Cardinal Monn was gone, it would be equivalent to losing a talent with important strategies.

This was what he did not want to see.

Thinking of this, General Barton's face became serious and said, "Facing an army of over 100,000 Werewolves, no matter how strong Cardinal Monn is, I'm afraid that he will only be drowned in it. I hope that Cardinal Monn can think it through."

Even the eldest Princess Sheryl was worried and tried to dissuade him. "That's right, Cardinal Monn, you shouldn't go. Although I feel sorry for their lives, to me, your life is still the most important!"

The more she said, the redder Sheryl's face became.

In her opinion, this sentence was a little mushy.

A confession didn't matter to her.

After all, she was a straightforward person, but this sentence was a little mushy.

This made her feel a little ashamed.

When Ace heard her words, she curled her lips in disdain.

Hmph, this woman only had so much ability.

Ace didn't say anything. Instead, she stood firmly by Cardinal Monn's side because she knew that once Cardinal Monn made a decision, he wouldn't change it.

Moreover, she also believed in Cardinal Monn's strength.

Since Monn mentioned it, it proved that he had confidence in his own strength.

Moreover, even if Cardinal Monn had failed...

She lowered her head and looked at the Holy Sword at her waist.

If Cardinal Monn had failed, it would be the time for you to shine in this world!

Ace's eyes were firm.

Although doing so would deplete her life force.

She didn't care about it for Cardinal Monn's sake.

Cardinal Monn had already expected General Barton and Sheryl's dissuasion.

He was rather surprised by Ace's reaction.

Seeing Ace's determined, supportive, and confident look, a hint of surprise flashed through his heart.

This woman seems to have a lot of confidence in me?

Cardinal Monn thought to himself.

He shook his head and threw the thoughts to the back of his mind.

He said calmly, "No need to persuade me. I've already made up my mind."

"But!"

Sheryl opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But Cardinal Monn didn't wait for her to finish her words.

He threw a pure white crystal containing his holy power to Ace.

He leaped up, and his red robe fluttered with his descent.

Ace held Cardinal Monn's Holy Power Crystal in her arms, and her eyes stared at Cardinal Monn's back.

On the battlefield where yellow sand was flying.

A red figure suddenly appeared above everyone.

It instantly attracted their attention.

"What's that?!"

A Werewolf saw a red figure suddenly flash past in the sky and exclaimed.

The Werewolves looked over when they heard that.

A Werewolf said hesitantly, "It seems to be a Cardinal?"

A Cardinal?!

When they heard these words, the Werewolves immediately thought of a divine figure wielding a flaming sword.

One of the Werewolves wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and laughed, "That shouldn't be possible, right?"

"Yes! It's him! It's really him!!"

Just as the Werewolf finished saying that it was impossible, a Werewolf suddenly cried out in fear.

He saw the face that looked like a Killer God to them!

"What... What?!"

After getting confirmation, the Werewolves started to panic.

Although Cardinal Monn didn't have Elendil in his hand, his god-like appearance had already entered their hearts.

It made them unable to help but feel fear.

The entire Werewolf army was in chaos.

On the city wall, everyone saw that Cardinal Monn's figure had suddenly appeared on the battlefield and caused such great panic to the Werewolves.

They were all shocked.

"This... the power of Cardinal Monn really cannot be underestimated!"

General Barton sighed.

Sheryl quickly nodded when she heard that, the worship in her eyes was almost overflowing.

On the other hand, Ace looked proud.

When Cardinal Monn's unique red robe appeared on the battlefield.

General Wolf instantly noticed the red figure, and then he saw the Werewolf Army suddenly become restless.

The entire army suddenly panicked.

"What's going on?"

General Wolf frowned and asked.

When his deputy heard this, he hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen. This was his innate ability -- the wind ear.

He could collect information from afar through the wind.

His wolf ears moved slightly.

A breeze blew past.

When he heard the information in his ears, the deputy's expression changed drastically.

He hurriedly stammered, "No... not good, General, that cardinal is on the battlefield! !"

"What?!"

General Wolf was shocked and hurriedly sat up straight.

However, he quickly regained his senses.

That Cardinal is on the battlefield?

He looked at the hundreds of thousands of Werewolf soldiers in front of him.

Isn't this enough to drown that terrifying Cardinal?

Furthermore, he didn't even have that flaming sword. Isn't this just letting us slaughter him?

Thinking of this, General Wolf suddenly felt ashamed of his shocked reaction upon hearing that Cardinal.

In order to cover up this shame, General Wolf slapped the back of his deputy's head and roared, "He's just going to the battlefield, what are you afraid of! We have so many people and we still can't kill a Cardinal who doesn't have that sword?"

The deputy rubbed the back of his head painfully, thinking that the General's hand strength was really strong.

Then when he heard the General's words, his wolf's eyes lit up.

The General is right!

There are so many of us, are we afraid of a little red coat who doesn't have that sword?

So what if he's a Holy Rank?

Under the power of an army of hundreds of thousands of Werewolves, he definitely won't be able to escape death!!