On the other side, Osborne Town.

As Mark had guessed, Father Linus and Captain Edgar immediately carried out their "plan" after Kyle and Ruby left.

They did so in the name of "protecting the people and preventing the spread of chaos."

Order all the Dragon Slayer City guards who can still be mobilized and some adventurers who are "loyal" to the Church of Holy Light to withdraw their defense lines.

They held on tightly to a relatively spacious main street in the north of the city, near the Adventurer's Guild and the guard station, and several sturdy buildings around it.

The streets were blocked at both ends with sandbags, chevaux de frise, and makeshift enchanted fences.

The soldiers held their weapons nervously, facing the pitch-black town outside where the sounds of wolves howling and fighting could be heard continuously, but they did not dare to take a single step forward.

Linus hid in the most secure room of the guard station, his fat body trembling with fear and excitement, reading over and over again the report that had been sent to the two churches, accusing Kyle and Ruby.

However, they don't know that they are like bugs trapped in a glass cover.

On the night they were ordered to hold their ground, there was no one on the walls of Osborne Town, which were usually unmanned.

In several inconspicuous corners, extremely faint magic runes with strange frequencies lit up.

The space rippled like water waves, and teams of people wearing tight night clothes, their faces covered with black masks without any markings, appeared quietly, moving as swiftly as ghosts.

They had a clear division of labor and coordinated well, like the most efficient hunters, sneaking silently into the chaotic town.

These mysterious people seemed to know the town's geography very well.

They used special restraint tools to accurately hunt down the mutated werewolves roaming around the town.

Instead of completely destroying them, they were severely injured, subdued, and quickly dragged into the shadows.

What's even more bizarre is that this group of people seem to be able to predict when werewolves will gather and go berserk.

When the dull hum of energy that seemed to come from the depths of the soul came from the direction of the Witch Dragon Lake in the Warcraft Mountains, that was the moment when the Lord of Skeletons was awakened.

The remaining werewolves in the town seemed to be inspired by something and became more violent, even starting to attack and devour each other!

This is exactly the opportunity the mysterious man has been waiting for.

They no longer hid, their figures moving at high speed across rooftops and alleys.

The strange crystal bottle in his hand lit up with starlight, forcibly stripping off, capturing, and sealing the more chaotic and powerful werewolf souls that were born from the infighting!

The whole process was efficient and silent, a stark contrast to the howling and chaos of the werewolves on the streets.

Occasionally, a werewolf that escaped the net would rush to the "safe zone" in the north of the city, but would crash into an invisible barrier that slightly distorted the light.

A large illusion magic circle covering the entire fortified area had already been quietly activated, completely isolating Linus and his "fortress" from the outside world.

The people inside could only hear the vague roar of the terrifying monster and see the distorted and shaking light and shadows outside, but they could not tell the real situation.

Instead, it intensified their fear and made them more convinced that their decision to stick to their principles was absolutely correct and that the outside world was a living hell.

And finally, when the Enlightenment Society's ceremony at the Witch Dragon Lake ultimately failed, the Skeleton Lord escaped, Spencer fell, and Warwick disappeared.

Get rid of the werewolf souls that were sealed by the mysterious man.

Almost at the same time, all the mutated werewolves in Osborne Town exploded into bloody mist, leaving no intact corpses in the town.

At dawn.

When the first faint rays of morning light penetrated the forest area outside the Monster Mountain Range, Mark's team, Kyle, and Ruby finally arrived at the old mining road logging site on the southern outskirts of Osborne Town.

The terrain here is higher and you can overlook half of the town.

The Beta Adventure Group and some members of the Mad Wolf and Silver Fox Groups were indeed stationed here.

Seeing Mark and others appear, Beta and others immediately surrounded them, with a mixture of fatigue, relief and fear on their faces.

"Mr. Mark! You're back!" Beta's voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot. "Thank God! The noise in the Monster Mountain Range the other day was so scary, I thought you were... But it's good that you're back! Now that you're back, the town should be fine too!"

"What's the situation in the town? Are there any casualties?" Kyle asked anxiously.

Beta's tone was a little strange. "It was... weird. When we evacuated, the town was full of werewolves, and the screams never stopped."

"We stayed here and heard terrible noises from the town all night long: sounds of fighting, wolves howling, and screams. We thought...we thought the town was doomed."

He paused, pointing to the distant outline of Osborne, bathed in the morning light and looking unusually peaceful. "But... at dawn the day before yesterday, um, the day when the big commotion occurred in the Monster Mountains, the sound suddenly stopped."

"We sent a few clever guys to take the risk and sneak back to check... The result..."

"What's the result?" Ruby couldn't help but ask.

"The result..." Beta swallowed, "It seems like nothing happened in this town! The streets are a little messy, as if blown by a strong wind, but there are no signs of large-scale fighting at all!"

"There are no bodies, no blood! Some shops... are already open! People who got up early... look a little panicked, but they're all going about their business normally!"

"What?!" Kyle and Ruby looked surprised.

Mark and Monica exchanged glances and saw the understanding in each other's eyes.

It’s most likely the work of the Black Gold Gang!

If it was the guards of the Church of Holy Light or Dragon Slayer City who wiped out those werewolves, they would probably be eager to pile their corpses in front of the gate of Osborne Town to show their achievements.

"What about Father Linus and the guards?" Mark asked.

"It's even stranger!" A member of the Mad Wolf Group interrupted with a mocking tone, "They're still stubbornly guarding that street in the north of the city!"

"The street they were on was covered in a layer of yellow light. The people inside seemed terrified and kept shouting that there were monsters outside and told the townspeople not to go out and die!"

"Our people wanted to get closer to take a look, but were scared back by their guards with crossbows! Now both ends of the street are blocked by their own people, and there are also a circle of townspeople outside watching the fun. It's a complete joke!"

Kyle and Ruby were completely stunned this time.

They had anticipated all kinds of tragic scenes and Linus's excuses and frame-ups, but they never expected this kind of situation.

Apart from the group of adventurers who were previously corrupted by the dark magic and may never have any hope of resurrection, the town of Osborne has now completely returned to peace.

And they seemed to have played no role in solving the problems in Osborne Town.

Now it seems that they don't even need to do the cleanup work.

So what should they do next?

Well, it’s better to strike first!

A cold light flashed in Ruby's eyes, and the holy light on the flail pendant lit up again.