As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime - Chapter 84
Chapter 84: The Holy Sword, Elendil
“Monn? !”
Cheryl’s surprised voice sounded.
She didn’t expect Monn to save her.
That surprised her, and she quickly approached Monn.
The werewolves’ general beside her looked at the humans who suddenly appeared and frowned.
He was even more displeased upon looking at the stunned werewolf cavalry who didn’t dare to go forward.
He suddenly roared, “What are you all standing there for! Quickly capture them!”
The wolf cavalry soldiers looked at each other. They did not dare to disobey the general’s orders.
Hence, they clenched their teeth and forcefully pulled the giant Silvermoon Wolf they were riding to surround Monn and Cheryl.
The general wolf continued to instruct, “You guys go too. This human is a little strange.”
The wolf general could not help but frown when he thought of the scene Monn stepped Mort to death.
At the same time, he was puzzled.
He had seen the clothes on that man before.
It was the clothes of the cardinal of the Orthodox Church.
However, according to what he knew, the cardinals of the Orthodox Church were all at the Amethyst Rank. Those at the Holy Rank had long become the pope.
However, this cardinal was somewhat different, and he could not figure out why.
Frustration kicked in when Monn saw more and more werewolves surrounding them.
He had no fear in defeating all of them with his ability but killing all was troublesome.
Cheryl asked worriedly, “What should we do next?”
Although Monn coming down to save her had given her a pleasant surprise, she did not want to put Monn in trouble.
If there were no other way, Cheryl would sacrifice herself to help Monn escape.
However, Cheryl heard Monn’s faint voice saying, “It’s fine.”
Although Monn did not say much, he sounded confident to Cheryl.
The next moment, Cheryl saw Monn place his hand on the one-handed sword that had been hanging by his waist the entire day.
Just a moment ago, Monn suddenly thought of the Holy Sword Elendil that he had obtained yesterday.
He was worried about how to escape quickly.
At the same time, he wanted to test the strength of the Elendil.
Monn then pulled out the holy sword.
Elendil was finally displayed in front of everyone today.
The body of Elendil’s sword was like a slowly rising sun.
It was unusually eye-catching.
A golden stream of light slowly streaked past on its unknown inscription.
It immediately attracted everyone’s attention the moment it appeared.
Ace’s gaze was solemn as she looked at the Elendil.
She could not help but place her hand on her holy sword.
Her holy sword was trembling as if it had seen a king. There was a feeling that it would topple over immediately.
Even Barton squinted his eyes. That sword was like a dazzling sun, causing his eyes to sting slightly.
He suddenly understood that this sword was not an ordinary object.
And the moment the werewolves saw the sword unsheathed, they felt the temperature of the entire space rise.
That made them all cast their gazes on Elendil as if facing a great enemy.
The werewolves’ general looked at the sword, suddenly having a bad feeling.
The next moment, Monn poured his Holy energy into Elendil.
Boom!
A flame that looked like a blazing sun instantly rose.
Monn poured all his Holy energy into Elendil.
The flame on Elendil’s body grew stronger and stronger.
The entire space seemed to be distorted by the flames.
The surrounding werewolves felt the temperature and sweated profusely.
But Monn and Cheryl, who were beside the Holy Sword Elendil, did not feel the flame’s temperature on the Holy sword at all.
That was Elendil’s little trick.
Monn had discovered it when he was testing it at home yesterday.
He was like the owner of the flames, able to easily control the temperature of the flame.
Monn gently waved the Elendil that was scorching hot.
Boom!
The flames were like a sea of flame.
They instantly surged when Monn waved the sword.
The bodies of the nearest wolf cavalry instantly caught on flame.
“Ahhhhh!”
The sudden attack of the flames caught them off guard.
However, the temperature of the flames was not something they could withstand.
The flames instantly burned all over their bodies with a light touch.
It did not even take a few seconds for those werewolves to be burned into thin air under such a high temperature.
Only a series of miserable wails resounded throughout the battlefield.
Almost everyone on the battlefield was taken aback as if they were in a daze.
The werewolves that were prepared to surround them suddenly stopped and quickly retreated. They were afraid that the flame would spread to them if they made a single misjudgement.
Even the soldiers on the city wall were shocked.
“Is he… the cardinal of St. Servant?”
They rubbed their eyes in disbelieve, trying to accept the fact that Monn was a powerful human expert.
Moreover, he was a cardinal.
The Holy Knights were not the least bit surprised.
They even felt that it was normal for Monn to have such great power.
It was reasonable.
The Holy Knights were used to it after witnessing Monn’s ability over and over again.
They would be surprised if Monn were not as powerful as they expected.
It was also Barton’s first time experiencing Monn’s true ability.
Even the aura he displayed at the banquet yesterday made Barton think that Monn was only a Holy Rank expert.
Today, he finally knew how powerful Monn was and why the King had gone to great lengths to pull him onto the royal ship.
Princess Cheryl, who was standing beside Monn, had the greatest impact.
She was right beside the flame, but she could not feel any warmth.
At first, Cheryl thought that the flame was to scare the werewolves.
But the werewolf instantly disappeared when it touched the werewolves. Her eyes widened in shock.
Her eyes flashed as she stared at Elendil, then at Monn, who was holding it.
Monn was like the knight who saved the princess in fairytales.
Her imagination started running wild.
She had even thought of the name she would want to give to the future child she and Monn would conceive.
Ace, who had been paying attention to Monn, frowned when she saw Cheryl’s admiration towards Monn. She secretly cursed this woman for pretending to be weak so that Monn could save her.
Monn experienced the power of Elendil, and his eyes instantly lit up.
He held Elendil and looked at the werewolves around him.
In the end, the werewolves retreated when they saw him looking over at them, not daring to stop him at all.
They even made a wide path in an orderly manner.
It was as if they were saying, ‘Sir, please leave quickly. We can’t take it anymore!’
Monn was speechless.
Even the werewolves’ general stared in disbelieve when he saw it, and raw anger shot through him.
He immediately roared, “I’ll kill whoever that retreats!”
The werewolves were in a dilemma. They could not decide whether to retreat or charge.
