Four Moons! (Continued)

It's not that they couldn't inflict any damage on the Wolf Lord; it's simply because, with their abilities, they could at most severely injure the Wolf Pack.

But the price will be their total annihilation...

This is too high a price to pay.

Although Father Agniel was physically injured, his eyes became increasingly clear.

The situation seemed to be getting worse for them, but... he knew that their biggest trump card had never been used.

As for why the other party didn't move... it was because of their agreement...

Taking a deep breath, Father Agniel, enduring the excruciating pain in his chest, walked back to the giant wolf.

There was no sign of retreat in his bright eyes.

The Wolf Lord, who had just attacked Agniel, was at the front again.

But this time, the other Inquisitors were brought in did not continue watching.

The first attack by the Wolf Lord was so sudden that they didn't have time to react.

If they let the other side hit the priest again, they themselves would be too embarrassed to say anything.

But Father Agniel simply waved his hand, then glanced at Madam Sicily, whose expression had changed slightly.

"I can handle it."

After saying that, he looked at the Wolf Lord in front of him without changing his expression.

"I hope you understand what I just did."

"Um?"

"I took that attack just now as a greeting. If they had continued attacking, it would have been a declaration of war against the Gray Hall..."

Father Agniel's words left everyone present completely bewildered.

The family members and Wolf Lord present exchanged bewildered glances, wondering if this guy had gone mad.

Father Agniel continued his outrageous pronouncements at this point.

"While I may not be able to beat you... I can still stall for a few minutes."

"Procrastination..."

Whether amused by the other party's words or not, the Wolf Lord actually stopped their attack and turned to look at this arrogant human.

Do you think there's any point in procrastination?

Whether it's meaningful or not depends on the situation.

Agniel looked up at the Beast Lords before him.

This was the first time in his life that he had truly faced the Beast Lords.

Contrary to popular belief, when they first arrived in Siracusa, they were only attacked by clans, and the Wolf Lord never appeared.

The victory back then was a lucky miracle... It was also because they hadn't directly confronted the Beast Lords's strength that the Gray Hall is now forced into a passive position in the face of the clans' counterattack.

But... this time is different.

Faced with these monsters, which are terrifying even in legends and records, Gray Hall now has a sure sign of victory.

"..."

The Wolf Lord remained silent.

They exchanged glances, looking at the man before them with a hint of wariness.

Although they consistently displayed contempt for humanity, there were indeed beings throughout Terra's history who could rival them.

However, those beings either disappear in the long river of life, or there is no way to completely eliminate them... This is their greatest source of arrogance.

It appeared out of nowhere fifty years ago, and its presence intimidated the Maria of Siracusa at night; it was an exceptional case.

Apart from that, the Wolf Pack have never really been afraid of any human.

The reason we didn't take action against Madam Sicily was because we were worried that the woman behind her would return once again.

But... fifty years have passed, and they have tested Madam Sicily's limits more than once, yet the monster has yet to appear, leading them to realize that it is very likely already dead.

That's why they dare to come out now.

But... Father Agniel's attitude at this moment left them somewhat puzzled.

Given their overwhelming advantage, why does he still dare to be so arrogant?

Is it genuine preparation, or... just bluffing?

Some of the Wolf Lord have shown signs of wavering.

But soon, as if they had thought of something, their eyes gradually hardened.

The priest standing nearby laughed.

His and that person's guesses were indeed correct...

"Rottish ...is here, isn't he?"

The priest spoke, his voice not loud, but it sent shivers down the spines of the Wolf Pack.

Almost all of them turned their heads, staring in astonishment at the humans in front of them.

How... how did he know?!

But the Wolf Pack quickly responded.

"You're really crazy..."

"No... I think I'm very clear-headed right now... at least about the Rottish matter... very clear-headed."

Father Agniel said, taking a deep breath.

He turned his head and looked to the side.

The battle between the two little ones and the Wolf Lord had been going on for a while.

No one expected that these two little ones could hold out for so long; their reckless fighting style made everyone who saw them tremble with fear.

But it was as if they had avoided death; each time, they managed to struggle and escape from the various counterattacks of the Wolf Lord.

They even grew stronger with each battle.

This is something no new recruit could do... This is the kind of performance only veterans who have spent decades crawling through life-or-death situations can achieve...

How did they manage to do that?!

"From the Laterano archives, I learned that you have always treated the family feuds in Siracusa as a game... just like when you hunted the Sheep Lord."

"But I'm also very puzzled... Logically speaking, how could you beasts, who are worse than animals, suddenly think of supporting human forces and then engaging in fighting and killing within a defined scope?"

"There was no evolution involved... It's like you suddenly came up with this game and set all sorts of rules for yourselves... Isn't the Wolf Lord the one who least follows the rules?"

"Later, we discovered a strange phenomenon... It's very peculiar... Every time a major upheaval occurs in Siracusa, a massive disaster ensues... The Siracusa attribute this to Rottish... meaning an unpredictable monster, but... where did the name Rottish come from?"

Why is it that every disaster coincides with a major upheaval in a large family?

"Why, after all these years, does the Wolf Lord still play his family games in a place with obviously unstable external factors?"

"It seems there's only one answer left..."

Father Agniel looked up at the giant wolves before him.

"The so-called Rottish... is a general term for the Wolf Pack... this name represents the pack of wolves, the Wolf Lord!"

The priest's voice was calm, but his words left everyone somewhat bewildered.

It's not that there's anything wrong with the priest's reasoning, it's just... why did he choose to say it at this time?

Besides, didn't he just say that Rottish was here?

Logically, this statement refers to a single individual, Rottish, but now he says Rottish is a general term for the Wolf Pack...

Isn't this a contradiction?

The crowd became increasingly puzzled.

But among the Wolf Pack, a giant wolf laughed.

"Your wisdom is exceptional, but... there's one thing you're wrong about."

"Rottish is not a general term for the Wolf Pack; Rottish is the name of a single wolf..."

"And... it's right outside now."

The Wolf Pack turned their heads away.

Everyone could sense that something had changed after the other person spoke.

The lights suddenly went out, plunging the entire room into darkness in an instant.

The girls were still fighting the giant wolf, but the darkness was causing them great trouble.

But outside the window.

A blue-white moon suddenly appeared by the window...

The huge floor-to-ceiling window only allows you to see a small corner of it...

"Is this... Rottish?"

Father Agniel murmured in a daze.

For a fleeting moment, his astonished eyes widened in surprise, and he hesitated.

We... are facing monsters like this?!

Do they really have a chance of winning?

Even faster, two loud, muffled thuds rang out, jolting everyone back to their senses.

The workers outside fixed the malfunctioning power transmission system, and the lights came back on.

Many people squinted because of the drastic changes in the environment.

When they came to their senses, they realized where the sound they had just heard had come from...

"Lappland Celinina!"

Lavinia was the first to speak.

She stared in astonishment at the two girls kneeling on the ground, their faces pale with shock... and on the wall behind them, cracks of varying degrees appeared.

Clearly, their abilities were far too weak for the cunning Wolf Lord.

They were completely unable to adapt to the sudden change in environment, and were immediately caught off guard and sent flying.

The two men were covered in blood, heads bowed, their fate unknown.

Lavinia gritted her teeth.

At this point, she didn't care about anything else and quickly ran over to try to wake her two companions.

Seeing this, Madam Sicily frowned and quickly stepped forward.

"His bones were almost completely shattered... but he's still alive."

Madam Sicily, having been ill for many years, had some medical knowledge from her past experiences. After a simple examination, she determined the condition of the two little ones.

It's very bad; there's almost no chance of saving him.

The Wolf Lord, however, were not surprised by this.

They simply stared at Agniel's bewildered eyes, their lips gradually curling into a grin.

I wondered if they had some special tricks up their sleeve, but it turns out... they were just putting on an act?

Once they understood this, they gradually felt relieved.

Without saying a word, they turned and stared at Madam Sicily to the side.

At this point, they no longer needed to worry about anything.

Madam Sicily also realized something.

She clenched her fists, feeling resentful.

But she quickly let go of his hand.