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    ---- Chapter 2959 Cold, menacing, and orderly white armies formed battle lines outside Storm City. From the city walls, you could see pairs of fanatical, determined eyes. At Kass''mand, ten thousand Vindicators roared in unison and drew their greatswords. Under the sunlight, the white des shed with blinding light. It looked like a white tide flowing beneath the city, ready to drown everything in its path The power of Lomuia Grand Cathedral needed no exnation. Storm City stood over a hundred meters tall. Its walls were built from stacked ck granite.


    This colossal city had stood in the Ounds wilderness for nearly a thousand years. It was said to have never been breached, but today was different. On the city walls stood Viktor, his ck cloak whipping violently in the wind. His build was imposing, and his expression was cold as stone. On both sides of him stood the elite warriors of the werewolf ns. They were dark-skinned, with fangs slightly protruding, releasing low, threatening growls. ---- These werewolf warriors were all muscle-bound and bloodthirsty, showing no fear whatsoever as they faced the Church''s army below.


    However, the werewolf race, whilecking nothing in strength, speed, and ferocity, could not match vampires in cunning and calcting coldness. Impulsiveness and quick temper were the werewolves'' fatal ws. The ordinary werewolf warriors did not understand the terrifying power of the Church forces below. Yet, Viktor, the werewolf lord, knew exactly what they were facing. Just looking at raw strength, these ten thousand Vindicators were enough to crush all of Storm City. However, what Viktor feared most was Kass. After all, this man was a fanatical believer in the Church of Light.


    In other words, when Kass fought, he literally had no fear of death, For his so-called faith, he was willing to turn to ash on the spot without blinking an eye. Viktor could not do that; he was not as noble. Moreover, the terrifying God''s Left Hand, Mephiston, had not even appeared yet. Viktor''s rough, massive hands pressed against the city wall, clenching tightly. He did not know whether the Sacred Mountain ---- of the werewolf n had sent reinforcements or elite forces.


    If no help came, Viktor had no confidence in holding Storm City, But without Storm City, what would be of his status and authority? The title of werewolf lord would be meaningless. "Hold the city." Viktor forced those words out through clenched teeth. An impulsive werewolf warrior roared, "Why don''t we open the gates and fight these bastards to the death? Our sacred warriors fear nothing. We should tear them apart." Viktor nced at the protesting werewolf. It was a berserker who resembled him, bare-chested, covered in ck tattoos and bulging muscles.


    It was his son, already at count-level strength and not far from reaching duke-tier. Viktor grabbed his son''s head with one hand and spoke in a low voice. "Listen carefully. What I want is Storm City to remain under my control, not handed to the Church for nothing. If you dare act on your own, I will tear you apart myself." The young werewolf growled in defiance but ultimately did not dare challenge Viktor''s authority. ---- A thunderous explosion shook the air, and the entire Storm City trembled violently.


    The Church''s army hadunched its assault, and the white tide crashed fiercely into Storm City''s ck walls.