The Wolf’s Bride

St. Dmitri was furious and anxious. There was not enough time.

Spurt-

The next moment, the heavy Argentum Qilin Spear struck his body.

Even though St. Dmitri’s strength was equivalent to a Martial Saint, he lacked the inner energy to protect his body. Thus, the spear was deeply pierced into his body.

“Ugh…”

St. Dmitri let out an angry grunt at being injured for the second time, and his blood–sucking speed increased.

Andrius also gradually grew weaker from the blood loss.

“Ahhhh…”

Suddenly, St. Dmitri released Andrius and threw him to the ground. He thrashed around as if insane, and the Argentum Qilin Spear embedded in his back fell off. That was because, at that moment, enough of Andrius‘ blood had accumulated in his body.

The power of extreme righteousness and extreme heat gathered together became undeniable. They burned relentlessly inside St. Dmitri, wreaking havoc.

“You… Wolf King, you…”

St. Dmitri pointed at the fallen Andrius, his expression constantly changing. His knowledge was much richer than the priest’s, and his strength was vastly superior.

He quickly realized that Andrius‘ blood had properties that countered vampires, but if refined, it also held abundant power.

Therefore, after a few seconds of shock, St. Dmitri had a plan.

Andrius must die!

Furthermore, his blood must be collected, studied, and absorbed!

At that thought, St. Dmitri made up his mind.

The short period of time gave Andrius the chance to catch his breath.

Then, the two resumed their battle.

St. Dmitri was injured by the spear and blood, suffering a significant reduction in his strength. However, Andrius also lost too much blood and suffered a severe decline in power.

Even with the Argentum Qilin Spear, he was no match and was quickly knocked down by St. Dmitri, fainting.

“Wolf King, oh, Wolf King…” St. Dmitri repeatedly knocked down Andrius, an icy look appearing on his face. “I didn’t expect your blood to have such an effect. No matter the price I have to pay, I must kill you here today!”

At those words, his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light as he prepared to deal the fatal blow to Andrius. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“You… must… die-”

At the critical moment, a cold voice echoed along the coastline word by word.

The first syllable seemed to be from hundreds of meters away, but by the last syllable, it was already right by his ear.

The whistling wind and overwhelming killing intent almost drowned St. Dmitri. St. Dmitri could not help but pale and immediately abandoned the idea of killing Andrius.

With a flash, he retreated several dozen meters away.

Then, he turned to look at the newcomer with lingering fear. He had a feeling that this person’s strength was above his own. They were at least on the same level as Old Hagstorm.

However, he was stunned when he saw the person.

They wore a ghost–faced mask and was none other than the master of the

Shrouded Gate, whom he had not taken seriously before!

After driving St. Dmitri away, Luna immediately turned to Andrius.

When she saw his pale face and bleeding from the neck, she could not help but feel her heart clench.

Crack, crack, crack…

Luna tightly gripped the Sanguis Blade, making cracking sounds.

“You guys heal him. I’ll kill this person.”

Her voice sounded like it came from hell, devoid of any emotional fluctuations. St. Dmitri’s blood– soaked figure was reflected in her eyes.

The next moment, the figure shattered.

“Since you dared to hurt my husband…”

Luna raised her right hand, the sinister bloody aura from the Sanguis Blade even more intense than the divine bloody light displayed by St. Dmitri earlier. “Today marks the end of your pathetic life!”