As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime-Chapter 122 - The Tortured Werewolf

Preston, the temporary home of the werewolves.

In General Morris’ residence.

A depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire hall.

Morris stared coldly at Zach.

For some reason, ever since Morris became the leader of the werewolf army, Zach had been finding faults with him.

Morris, who knew Zach’s family background, had tried his best to avoid conflict with Zach.

Unfortunately, there were always people who did not want him to do well.

Faced with Zach’s sudden attack, Morris could not figure out what he was going to do.

Morris could only look at Zach quietly, as if he wanted to see through him.

Zach stood in the hall with a relaxed expression.

He did not care about Morris’s gaze and feelings of loss.

Zach pulled out a smile, as if he was informing Morris, “I have already requested the thing from the clan, you can prepare the sacrifice.”

As he said that, he did not want to talk to Morris anymore, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Morris did not want to listen to Zach anymore, but his expression changed drastically.

“Are you crazy? If we don’t use this thing properly, we’ll be annihilated!”

Morris roared at Zach’s back.

Zach stopped in his tracks, but he didn’t turn his head to look at Morris.

He chuckled and said, “That’s still better than repeating the same mistake as Saint Servant.”

Morris’s jaw dropped when he heard that.

He suddenly fell silent.

He had not been at the front line to observe the situation, so he did not understand the severity of the situation.

But since Zach had said so, it meant that the situation had indeed developed to a point where they could not control it.

He couldn’t help but silently fall back onto the sofa with a dark face.

Hearing the movement behind him, Zach could tell what kind of expression Morris had.

He smiled disdainfully. He could not understand why the Wolf King ordered such a useless person to be the Preston’s General.

If it were him instead, he probably would have already taken down the human city!

However, this was the Wolf King’s decision after all, so Zach could not refute it.

He could only focus the anger in his heart on Morris.

Moreover, this guy was already useless, to begin with.

The loss of this war was probably enough to make him suffer.

Although, Zach was very dissatisfied with the lack of werewolves to attack the city.

In addition, this time, the humans were able to launch a counterattack. 𝙛𝘳𝒆𝒆𝒘e𝗯n𝗼𝘷𝚎𝚕.𝒄૦𝓶

Werewolf casualties were countless.

The mood was also not great.

But when he remembered that the leader this time was not him, but a guy whom he hated very much,

His mood suddenly became better.

Zach did not care to control his slightly perverted mood.

This was him, what was there to hide.

Could there be werewolves who would dare to make fun of him?

But the cardinal on the human side was really the enemy of the werewolves.

Every defeat on the battlefield was because of this him.

It seemed like when that thing came, it would kill the cardinal first.

Zach’s mood changed.

Monn did not know that he was targeted by a young master of a powerful family in the werewolf clan.

Of course, even if he knew, Monn would not care.

In the face of absolute strength, everything was like floating clouds.

He stood at the back of the battlefield, watching the Paladins and royal soldiers face the werewolves fiercely.

Looking at the Angel’s Horn in his hand, he was very satisfied.

It was indeed a divine weapon.

Just by using it one time, it was able to produce such a huge amount of energy.

This couldn’t help but make Monn start to look forward to using it a second time: The Descent of the Angel Army!

To be honest, he really hadn’t seen the real appearance of the Heavenly Master.

This made him a little curious.

He even wanted to use the arrival of the Angel Army,

To take a good look at the real appearance of Angels.

But Monn also knew that good steel should be used on a blade.

So he put down his thoughts.

The war lasted until the evening when Monn was about to get off work.

Compared to Preston before.

Preston, which was half-stood by the werewolves, was taken back a third by the humans in one day.

It was clear how brave the warriors were after the Buff from Monn.

Once, it was not Monn who stopped them.

Perhaps they were still fighting without knowing the time.

Once the night came and Monn left, the blessing of the Angel’s Horn would be gone.

The blessing of the Angel’s horn was decided by the owner who blew it.

Once the distance was too far, the blessing would lose its effect.

Although he could actually also give the Angel’s Horn to someone else to blow it.

But when he thought that someone would blow on it after he did.

He felt like his wife had been defiled.

Plus, he didn’t want to kiss anyone indirectly.

He couldn’t possibly give the Angel’s Horn to someone else.

This was a divine artifact, which he had “finally” obtained.

How could he give it to someone else so easily?

After receiving the notice of Monn’s retreat,

The Paladins looked at the werewolf in front of them and suddenly felt a wave of reluctance.

They hadn’t killed enough yet!

This was the first time they had killed so much since Preston was attacked by the werewolves.

They didn’t want to escape from this feeling for a moment.

However, they also knew that Lord Monn would be off work soon.

Although they didn’t know why the Great Lord Monn had such a strange rule,

They didn’t say or question it.

This was their respect for the strong, for Monn, who gave them hope in the war.

Moreover, Lord Monn was doing this for their own good.

After all, it was getting dark soon, and the werewolves’ strength would be strengthened under the moonlight.

The blessing was no longer an advantage.

Instead of engaging in meaningless battles with the werewolves, it was better to recuperate tonight and continue to teach these werewolves a lesson tomorrow!

Seeing the Paladins returning one after another, Monn nodded.

They were obedient and didn’t delay his departure time.

The humans retreated, but the werewolves weren’t happy.

Damn it, I was killed by you guys during the day, but just as I was about to become stronger, you guys fucking retreated?

Who could stand this?

A werewolf couldn’t help but shout, “Those damned humans! If you think you are so strong, don’t run, fight me for 300 rounds!”

When the Paladins heard this, they all looked at him as if they were looking at a fool.

Do you think we don’t know that you werewolves are about to transform into the wolves of the night?

And you want us to go back? Are you stupid?

The werewolves were so angry that they stomped their feet.

But the Moon hadn’t risen yet, and the werewolves only dared to jump around in place.

No one dared to go up and cause trouble for the Paladins.

Monn didn’t care about the werewolves’ clamoring.

Seeing that the Paladins were back,

Monn continued to stab Elendil into the ground, forming a fire barrier.

Last night, it was five o’clock, and Monn got off work on time.

He was followed by Ace.