The Wolf’s Bride

“Pfft-”

Andrius spat out two mouthfuls of blood, his face ashen.

The attack was too fierce. It was not something Andrius could endure. He struggled to stand up with the Argentum Qilin Spear, facing the figure wearing a devil mask.

It was none other than the Pontiff of the Sauro Church, St. Dmitri!

He looked at the severely injured Andrius with a cold smile, seemingly praising him but was actually full of disdain. “As expected of the Wolf King of Florence. Your reaction speed is first–class.

“Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, it’s useless no matter how fast your reaction speed is.

“What a shame. What a shame!”

With his last few words, the killing intent‘ emanating from him grew stronger, and a blood–red light condensed in his hand.

Andrius did not respond. He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the masked expert in front of him.

He could clearly sense the vast power hidden beneath the opponent’s chilling words.

This was undoubtedly a Martial Saint expert. Furthermore, he was likely a mid- stage or even late– stage Martial Saint!

Such a top–tier expert was beyond Andrius‘ current strength.

“Noir…” Andrius stared at St. Dmitri and instructed, “You and Arctic Fox take Princess Katalina away from here. Avoid conflict with enemies as much as possible and wait for my return!”

As soon as Andrius finished speaking, a sense of tragedy and sorrow filled the air.

Noir and the Arctic Fox both knew how powerful the masked figure was.

“Andy!” Noir was reluctant. “Arctic Fox and I will stay behind to buy you some time.‘ Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The Arctic Fox also said, “Wolf King, you’re the lynchpin of the Lycantroops. You can’t die here!”

The leader of the wandering mercenaries in this foreign land showed an astonishing resolve when facing death, all for the sake of protecting Andrius.

“Don’t be so pessimistic. I have my ways to escape.” Andrius frowned and snorted, “If you think of me as the Wolf King, then stop hemming and hawing here. Hurry and leave!”

With those words, Noir and the Arctic Fox gritted their teeth and left with Katalina.

Andrius raised the Argentum Qilin Spear and advanced toward St. Dmitri.

“Leave?” St. Dmitri’s face was filled with a disdainful expression. “No one can leave without my permission. You’ll all die here!”

He knew that all four of these individuals had been present when his son was crippled. Therefore, he would not spare a single one of them.

As soon as he spoke…

Swoosh…

The Argentum Qilin Spear in Andrius‘ hand swept up a cold and icy aura like an apocalyptic gale raging for millions of years.

It was the eighth form of the Burden of Nine Skies, imperceptible and unpredictable!

At the same time, black clouds gathered around St. Dmitri. Countless insects swarmed together like clouds, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Andrius understood the opponent’s strength. Therefore, he launched an attack on two fronts at the start, trying to find a weakness.

“Heh…” St. Dmitri sneered.

The next moment, he clapped his hands.

With a chant, numerous bloody tentacles emerged from his body and attacked the swarm of insects.

Hiss…

The insect cloud collided with the blood–colored tentacles and melted like moths into a flame. In an instant, they were reduced into puddles of blood and emitted cracking sounds.

It was grim and bloody. There was no resistance at all.

In just two seconds, the insects that Andrius summoned were completely annihilated by St. Dmitri, leaving none behind.

St. Dmitri had observed how Andrius dealt with the three bishops earlier, so he did not leave any room for opportunities.

Seeing this, Andrius could not help but feel a chill in his heart. He knew the opponent’s strength was formidable, but it exceeded his expectations. St.

Dmitri’s defense seemed invincible and flawless.

With no other choice, he could only rely on the Burden of Nine Skies.