Under the moonlight, at Preston, everyone's faces were clearly illuminated.

Although on the city walls, the Holy Knights were still working diligently.

However, it wasn't as if none of them had gone to check on the Werewolves' movements.

When the Werewolves wanted to use their Amethyst Rank strength to leap over Elendil, the flaming sword, the Holy Knights had already noticed something strange.

"Commander, those Werewolves wants to step on the air to reach here!"

A Holy Knight reported to Philip.

Philip listened and gave an 'oh' as answer.

He wiped the dust on his hands that had been left from moving the stones.

He wasn't nervous at all about the Holy Knights' report.

After all, he was someone who had seen Elendil's might on the battlefield of St. Servant.

He did not dare to say that he understood Elendil's ability better than Lord Cardinal Monn.

But at the very least, he knew more about Elendil than that group of Werewolves.

If they really thought that they could crack Elendil so easily, then the Werewolf Army back then would not have trouble attacking and invading St. Servant.

He shook his head and lamented the ignorance of the werewolves.

Most importantly, they had clearly experienced the failure at St. Servant.

In the end, they still did not learn much.

Could it be that since they were in Preston, they could not receive intelligence from their Werewolf Headquarters?

This made Philip somewhat puzzled.

However, Philip was also happy to see the Werewolves coming over in such a way.

After all, they did not need to waste anything in order to consume the Werewolves' high-end combat strength.

This situation made him smile.

He said to the Holy Knight who came to report, "Don't worry, they won't be able to do anything. Just wait and see."

The Holy Knight was a Holy Knight from Preston. As he hadn't experienced the Battle of St. Servant, he didn't know enough about the power of Elendil.

However, he had seen the power of that sword.

Since the commander from St. Servant had said that there was no problem, he was relieved.

He continued to guard her post.

At this time, the Werewolf under the city wall finally took the second step.

Under the gaze of many Werewolves, the Werewolf steadily stepped onto a higher level.

This situation made the Werewolves sigh in their hearts.

They were a little disappointed.

After all, they were all hoping that the Werewolf would make a mistake so that they could replace him.

Then they would receive the Wolf King's Commendation.

But this Werewolf wouldn't give them another chance.

This made them disappointed.

The Werewolf was actually relieved.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead because he was nervous.

He couldn't help but smile.

With the experience of the second time,.

To be honest, he was getting better at it.

His control of the Amethyst Rank was also more meticulous.

He didn't stay too long.

In case Lord Zach saw that he was slow and couldn't wait any longer, what should he do if he switched him out?

Wouldn't that make him happy for nothing?

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, the Werewolf suddenly increased his speed.

But while maintaining his speed, he also controlled his aura extremely steadily.

One step, two steps.

Soon, the Werewolf was about to reach the top of the flaming sword.

He was only one step away from directly above it.

This situation made him nervous, but at the same time, his heart was filled with excitement.

Soon! Soon, he would be the first Werewolf to cross over the flaming sword!

He would be honored!

He had even seen the scene of His Majesty the Wolf King praising him!

This made him overjoyed!

As long as he was praised, he would have everything!

This thought flashed through his mind.

The Werewolf was ruthless, with a perverted smile on his face.

He stepped forward fiercely.

It was as if he had everything.

But the next moment, a whistling sound seemed to ring out in his ears.

This situation made him stunned.

At the same time, the cries of the Werewolves suddenly rang out from below.

This situation made him feel a sense of unease in his chest.

He lowered his head and looked over.

A dark red flame that seemed to be emitted by a God suddenly soared!

It was like a divine pillar of fire, charging straight towards him.

Before he could have any other reaction, it drowned him without mercy.

At the end of his life, he seemed to see the scene of countless rewards leaving him in an instant.

The next moment, his entire body was burned to ashes by the flames, not even a bit of residue was left.

With his thoughts, he was burned to ashes.

The Werewolves below saw this scene.

Even though they were shocked, they were also glad.

Just now they were still envious of this Werewolf's good luck, as he would definitely receive endless rewards from the Wolf King when he returned to his Clan.

In the next moment, this Werewolf was completely burned away by the flames.

This kind of contrast filled their hearts with fear.

The unstoppable flaming sword was once again deeply imprinted in the hearts of the Werewolves.

When Zach saw this scene, his expression changed even more.

Although he had also guessed that it would be impossible to dodge the flaming sword so easily.

But this situation still shocked him.

Zach's face became gloomy.

If this method didn't work, then what method could be used to dodge the flaming sword?

Was it all for today?

Should he just give up on Preston?

However, giving up Preston made him upset.

Moreover, it was because of the blunder of the Werewolves that Preston was controlled by the humans again.

Hence, when he returned to the Clan, he would be punished by the Wolf King.

The thought of the cruel punishment made Zach's face turned pale.

He didn't want to face the terrible punishment at all.

But the flaming sword was stuck in front of the city gate.

It was like a natural moat that they didn't dare to cross.

He gritted his teeth, trying to think of a way.

After all, the night might be the biggest chance for the Werewolves to attack Preston and recapture it.

If it was during the day, there would be no chance at all.

He looked at the unfamiliar faces of the Holy Knights on the city walls.

He had a guess.

The reinforcements from the Orthodox Church could have arrived.

And the most likely reinforcements for Preston would be St. Servant, who had ended their war.

According to intelligence, St. Servant had a very powerful group of Holy Knights.

If that group of Holy Knights came...

It would be even more difficult for them to take Preston.

This thought made him even more unsure of what to do.

While Zach was distressed, the Holy Knights on the city wall saw the high flames from Lord Cardinal Monn's sword.

And in the flames, there was a figure of a Werewolf.

But very quickly, the figure disappeared.

This also made the power of Elendil more clear to them.