Almost 9 am at St. Servant, Cardinal Monn put on the Red Robe of the Orthodox Church.

He took Ace to Preston.

As soon as they walked up the wall, Cardinal Monn and Ace saw a brand new wall.

After a night of restoration by the Holy Knights, the whole wall looked much more complete than it had been yesterday.

It finally looked like a big city.

Otherwise, its ruined look yesterday wouldn't have looked like a city with a Orthodox Church.

Cardinal Monn nodded in satisfaction.

It seemed that they hadn't slacked off last night.

Upon seeing Cardinal Monn arrived, Philip, who had been waiting here for a long time, hurried towards him.

He bowed and said, "Lord Cardinal Monn and Your Highness Saintess Ace."

Cardinal Monn and Ace nodded slightly.

Then Philip straightened up and reported to Cardinal Monn, "Lord Cardinal Monn, the task of repairing the city wall is almost complete. The only thing missing is the city gate."

Cardinal Monn nodded, indicating that he understood.

But the matter of the city gate was actually not urgent.

To build a golden city gate, one had to use a special metal.

And there had to be a blacksmith who could forge and shape this metal to make it into the shape of a door.

But this kind of metal was all in the Kingdom's treasury.

It was not commonly seen.

Moreover, most blacksmiths who could forge this kind of metal lived in the King's city.

So the matter of the city gate still had to be settled by the Kingdom.

They could only wait, so this was not urgent.

For the moment, they just had to restore the city wall to its original appearance.

Philip saw that Cardinal Monn did not have any objections, he continued to report, "Last night, the Werewolves launched another attack on Preston. However, because Lord Cardinal Monn's sword was blocking in front of the city gate, they did not dare to go forward. There was only one who wanted to cross more than ten meters to dodge the attack of the flames, but he was easily extinguished by the flames of the divine sword."

No one knew the name of Elendil.

Because Cardinal Monn had never told them the name of the sword.

But in their hearts, they had long recognized this sword as the divine fire sword.

The divine sword was the name they had agreed on.

When Cardinal Monn heard Philip's report, he wasn't surprised at all.

After all, Cardinal Monn knew about the Werewolf's attack.

Yesterday, when he got off work, the Werewolves happened to attack.

However, Cardinal Monn didn't ask the Holy Knights to face the enemy. Instead, he asked them to continue repairing the city wall.

Firstly, Cardinal Monn wanted to dampen the Holy Knights' spirit.

After experiencing the last battle in St. Servant, this group of Holy Knights had an inexplicable confidence in their hearts.

This kind of mentality was not good in Cardinal Monn's eyes.

Secondly, the Werewolves' overall strength would be strengthened by the moonlight at night.

It was not worth to fight against them.

It was better to wait for the Werewolves' strength to return to normal during the day.

Then, they would attack the Werewolves, so the werewolves would not have any advantage.

"Do you have specific information about the Werewolves?"

Cardinal Monn asked calmly.

He didn't want to delay any longer.

The number of Werewolves was about the same as the human.

In addition, during the day, the Werewolves did not have any advantage over them. On the contrary, he had an angel's horn that could be a benefit to the soldiers, and also the soldiers' morale was high now.

It was best to finish off the Werewolves quickly.

Philip heard Cardinal Monn's words, lowering his head, he replied, "Last night, I had sent some Holy Knights to track the Werewolves' whereabouts. However, they were afraid that the Werewolves would smell them if they were too close, so they observed from a distance and saw the Werewolves entering a jungle southwest of Preston."

As the leader of the Holy Knights from Orthodox Church, Philip's strength was only at the Amethyst Rank.

However, his strategic vision was very far-sighted.

He knew that Cardinal Monn would ask about the Werewolves' whereabouts today, so he had sent people to keep an eye on them.

Cardinal Monn was very satisfied with Philip's work.

This saved him the time taken to fly around and search for the Werewolves.

"Since that's the case, let the warriors prepare to surround and annihilate the Werewolves."

Cardinal Monn said lightly.

Hearing Cardinal Monn's words, Philip was instantly delighted.

They, the Holy Knights that had come all the way from St. Servant were finally able to go to the battlefield.

Just as he was rejoicing in his heart, he heard Cardinal Monn say again, "Oh yes, the Holy Knights from St. Servant should hold the rear line, ready to rescue the warriors in distress at any time."

Hearing this, Philip was stunned.

They were such a powerful group of Holy Knights, yet they were going to be a support team?

This made Philip very puzzled.

Shouldn't they be placed at the front of the battlefield, charging forward and breaking up the Werewolf Army?

However, looking at Cardinal Monn's calm expression, Philip opened his mouth, but did not dare to say anything.

He thought for a moment and decided to support the battle team.

In any case, they could still kill Werewolves.

He did not believe that there was any group of Holy Knights that could pierce through the Werewolf Army alone like them.

There would always be a team that needed support.

At that time, wouldn't they still be able to go onto the battlefield and kill Werewolves?

Thinking of this, although he felt that Cardinal Monn's arrangement was unreasonable, he did not say anything in the end.

As long as he could kill the enemy.

Whatever he had to do.

But the next moment, Philip felt that he was wrong.

As the warriors gathered, Cardinal Monn took out the angel's horn that he had been holding in his arms.

When Cardinal Monn took out a horn, Philip did not quite understand what it meant.

But when the magnificant and powerful sound resounded throughout Preston, Philip knew from the sudden surge of power and fervor in his body.

His Holy Knights might really not be able to fight on the battlefield.

He clenched his fists.

A surge of power spread out.

He said in disbelief, "With this power, it's impossible to lose to a Werewolf, right?"

Was their support still needed?

At this moment, Philip felt as if he had been manipulated by Cardinal Monn.

But he had no other choice.

After all, he had already agreed.

As the horn sounded, the warriors received buffs one after another. Under Cardinal Monn's command, they charged towards the Werewolves.

One of the Holy Knights from St. Servant said to Philip excitedly, "I didn't expect Lord Cardinal Monn to have such a good thing. Now, I can't wait to pierce through the Werewolves."

Philip's face turned even darker when he heard that.

He glanced at the Holy Knight and said, "Lord Cardinal Monn has ordered that our group of Holy Knights from St. Servant is only a support force in this war."

Hearing this, the Holy Knight was instantly stunned.