As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime Chapter 145 – The Death Of Zach

The Werewolves gradually calmed down.

Since they couldn't escape, then they would fight!

Previously, they could kill all the humans in Preston.

Then they could do the same this time!

They were determined!

At the same time, they were hypnotizing themselves!

They knew the tragedy that could follow!

But they didn't want to think about it!

They could only rely on this ferocity to fight this group of humans!

This was what they wanted now!

This was their only way out!

If they didn't fight, they would die!

If they fought, there was still a chance of survival!

This was what they thought!

At this moment, this group of Werewolves actually began to unite like never before.

They stood up, their green eyes shining with cold light.

They moved extremely quickly.

It did not take long for them to gather quickly.

Their eyes glared at the humans who had come from Preston.

When the Holy Knights who were charging saw this scene, they all had some doubts in their hearts.

Since when did these Werewolves, who had their heads blown off by them, have the courage to stand there and wait for them?

This made them feel a little confused.

Could it be that there was a trap there?

This doubt suddenly arose in their hearts.

But the Holy Knights' charge could not be stopped.

In an instant, the black and white armies collided.

But the kind of trap that the Holy Knights had antic.i.p.ated did not happen.

These group of Werewolves actually just stood there.

A Holy Knight held the holy spear and stabbed the Werewolf who was charging at him.

With disbelief eyes, the Werewolf slowly fell to the ground.

The Holy Knight scratched his head and was puzzled.

This…

When did the Werewolves become so weak?

The confused Holy Knight stopped thinking and focused on fighting the Werewolves.

Facing the fierce attacks from the Holy Knights, a large number of Werewolves quickly fell to the ground.

This situation was also very different from what the Werewolves imagined.

They had worked so hard and fought so bravely!

Why?!

Why couldn't they beat these Holy Knights?!

The Werewolves roared in their hearts.

But this couldn't stop the Holy Knights' fierce attacks.

Zach was at the rear of the Werewolf Army.

He stared at the Werewolves and the Holy Knights on the battlefield.

The uneasiness in his heart grew.

He watched as the Werewolves fell one after another.

Zach no longer had any hope of defeating Preston.

He gritted his teeth.

While the others weren't paying attention, he quickly ran away from the battlefield.

As the famous heir of the Werewolf Clan, how could he die in such a place?

He couldn't die!

He still had great ambitions to accomplish!

So he couldn't die here!

Zach knew what he wanted more and more.

He did not care about the Werewolves who were still fighting on the battlefield.

He just ran in the direction of the tribal land.

As for these Werewolves, they would be honored to die for him.

They would definitely feel honored!

Zach thought to himself.

However, Cardinal Monn, who had been paying attention to him, had discovered his whereabouts earlier on.

Looking at the distance between him and the battlefield, he instantly understood what he was thinking.

Even Ace had a disdainful look on her face. “This Werewolf is really a sc.u.m!”

Cardinal Monn heard her but didn't say anything.

After all, this Werewolf couldn't escape from his hands.

Zach was getting farther and farther away from the battlefield.

Just as he was about to get out of the jungle, a sword that could tear s.p.a.ce suddenly came from afar.

Zach, who could only feel the fierce sword energy behind him, had no time to turn back.

With unbelieving eyes, the whole Werewolves was cut in half.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and disbelief.

Two parts of his body fell directly to the ground.

His whole body was dead in an instant.

And the Werewolves fighting on the battlefield didn't even realize that their leader had escaped.

They didn't even realise that their leader had been cut in half.

They could only feel something terrible flying over their heads.

But they didn't have time to look.

They were pierced by the Holy Knights who had found their chance.

The leader of the Werewolves died here.

There was nothing left for Cardinal Monn and Ace to do on the battlefield.

The Holy Knights would be in charge of the rest of the battle.

Cardinal and Ace only needed to hold the line.

The battle lasted for half a day.

Many Werewolves fell.

But the Holy Knights were also injured, although not many.

Afterall, the Werewolves still had some ability.

Meanwhile, there was a small number of Werewolves who saw that the situation was bad and ran off, while the other Werewolves were fighting the Holy Knights.

No one noticed at all.

Of course, there were smart Werewolves who had been observing the situation around them.

Seeing this Werewolf run off, their hearts suddenly no longer felt guilty.

Since someone had run out, then why were they still standing here foolishly?

Waiting to die?

After thinking clearly, they also followed the footsteps of the first Werewolf.

When no one was paying attention, they ran out.

When evening came, the war was finally over.

The Holy Knights began to clear the battlefield.

Although they lost some of their brothers, the losses were not very serious.

One hundred and thirty-two died.

More than three thousand and six hundred were seriously injured.

There were countless light injuries.

Facing tens of thousands of troops in a chaotic battle, this was considerable reasonable.

Of course, the death of the Werewolves was even more tragic.

The Holy Knights did not show any mercy to the Werewolves.

They killed them directly.

There were no captives.

All the Werewolves on the battlefield died.

Not a single one survived.

According to the statistics of the Holy Knights, more than twenty thousand werewolves died.

Some of the Werewolf escaped in the chaos.

The Holy Knights had no other choice.

After all, once the battle started, the whole situation would be chaotic.

No one would notice anything else on the battlefield.

Of course, no one would notice that the other Werewolves ran away.

This made the Holy Knights feel a little regretful.

Letting the Werewolves who were supposed to die here run away was the worst outcome for them today.

But Cardinal Monn didn't say anything. He just told them to clean up the battlefield.

As for the Werewolves, if they ran, so be it.

There was no way to get them back.

As for the Werewolf incident at Preston, it was finally coming to an end today.

He and Ace wouldn't have to keep an eye on Preston anymore.