Outside St. Servant City.
The sun gradually set in the west.
It illuminated the clouds in the sky, forming one flaming cloud after another.
On the ground were countless battles between werewolves and humans.
It was like the black and white pieces on a chessboard.
They continuously formed an offensive stance.
And in one corner of it.
Countless black pieces surrounded the white parts.
They formed an encirclement.
And the white chess pieces became smaller and smaller as if they were about to be swallowed by the black chess pieces.
At this moment, countless black chess pieces seemed to have foreseen a storm, and they were killed instantly.
The screams of pain resounded throughout the entire chessboard.
Cardinal Monn asked out a paladin and broke away from their protection.
He took the lead and flew in front of the werewolf.
A terrifying aura hovered in his hand.
