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

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

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

nAlthough his injuries were serious, Monn still frowned.

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

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

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nHe had blocked it!

nHe screamed in his heart.

nWhen 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.

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

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nThe 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.

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

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

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

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

nHis gaze towards Monn was also filled with disdain, as if saying ‘that’s all you got?’

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nMonn paid no mind to the werewolf commander’s ridicule.

nHe 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.”

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

nHe 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.”

nMonn let out a soft ‘oh’.

nA terrifying cyclone rose from the saint sword again.

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

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

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nHe muttered, “No… impossible…”

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

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

nMonn took a clear look.

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

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

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

nThe werewolf held the black gold cup.

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

n“As long as it’s still here, as long as it’s still here!”

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

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

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

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n“Hahaha!”

nHe began to laugh wildly.

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

nHe stared at the cup with lifeless eyes.

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

nIt was as if it was saying ‘not enough’.

nThe werewolf leader became vicious. “Why! Why!”

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

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

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

nHe raised his sword and gently swung it in the werewolf commander’s direction.

nThe werewolf commander’s eyes were instantly filled with terror.

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

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

nMonn was instantly relieved.

n“It’s finally quiet.”

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

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

nThe 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.

nHe hurriedly brought a group of holy church members over.

nAs a result, they saw a surprising scene.

nThere 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.

nThe problem was that these werewolves were the real werewolves.

nAndrew landed on the ground with a complicated expression.

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

nHe brought Ace, who was following behind him.

nMonn handed the black gold cup in his hand to Andrew and said, “This is the holy artifact.”

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

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

nMonn’s calm voice came from behind. “I’m off work. See you tomorrow.”

nAce bowed and hurriedly followed Monn’s footsteps.

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

nHe hoped that the Saintess would not be infected by Munn’s bad habits.

nHe prayed in his heart.

nThen, he swept his gaze across the battlefield.

nA huge sinkhole appeared in his eyes.

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

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

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

nWasn’t the wolf head that fell on the cold ground the famous Mozart of the werewolf clan?

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

nHis two-handed greatsword was even more ferocious.

nIt made the other saints break out in cold sweat.

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

nIn the end…

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

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

nAt the same time, he had a clearer understanding of Monn’s strength.

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

nAndrew sighed with his hands behind his back.

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

n“Should we promote Monn?”

nAndrew muttered.

nA 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.

nHowever, thinking about the promotion gave him a headache.

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

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

nBut a lower pope…

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

nHe couldn’t possibly take them down.

nBut could he build a separate church for Monn?

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

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

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