A sunny day at Preston.
After the heavy rain yesterday, the stench of blood in Preston gradually dissipated.
On the walls of Preston, Cardinal Monn quietly looked into the distance.
In his eyes, there were countless figures charging in the southwest direction.
They were dressed in white armor.
In their hands were Holy Knights' holy spears that belonged to the Orthodox Church.
They were shouting.
The morale and prestige of the entire Holy Knights group were very high.
They were filled with endless enthusiasm.
However, in such an enthusiastic army, there was one group of Holy Knights that seemed different.
Cardinal Monn looked ahead.
It was the group of Holy Knights that came from St. Servant to support.
They were led by Philip.
They stood at the back of the human army with a dispirited look on their faces.
The entire group of Holy Knights looked listless.
