The Wolf’s Bride

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

Just as the three turned around, St. Dmitri suddenly made his move. He tore out the hearts of the three from behind, splattering blood in an instant.

The three showed astonishment and shock on their faces before losing their lives.

Swoosh-

Their bodies did not fall to the ground but were firmly held by St. Dmitri, who absorbed their blood to restore his injuries.

There was no other choice. His injuries were too severe. He might not be able to leave Praxis Island if he did not use this method to heal. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

After a moment, the three bodies were reduced to mummies.

St. Dmitri’s complexion improved slightly.

“Master of the Shrouded Gate, I’ll remember this grudge!“.

St. Dmitri snorted with gritted teeth and walked out of the cave, preparing to contact the vampire army outside and the troops led by the bishops.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

Unexpectedly, a mocking voice sounded just as St. Dmitri stepped out.

“Who would have thought…

“The illustrious Pontiff of the Sauro Church, one of the three Demon–level experts on the Obaro continent, would end up in such a sorry state like a dog with a broken home.

“What an eye–opener, hahaha…”

The tone was indifferent, but the mockery in it was thick, making St. Dmitri unable to help feeling ashamed and angry.

“Who is it? Show yourself!” St. Dmitri shouted coldly and scanned the surroundings but could not see anyone. His heart could not help but sink.

He was severely injured, but he was still an S–rank expert. He should be able to detect the opponent’s presence.

Could there be another Verboten expert like the master of the Shrouded Gate?

St. Dmitri had suffered a great loss in Luna’s hands and was now feeling somewhat fearful. His face flashed with anger as he shouted toward the distance. “Stop sneaking around and show yourself!”

Swoosh…

Whoosh…

Swish…

As soon as St. Dmitri spoke, a figure swiftly approached from a distance.

With just a few flashes, the person was several meters before St. Dmitri.

St. Dmitri immediately looked over.

The person was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible for him to see their silhouette clearly and rousing his suspicion.

“Hmph…”

St. Dmitri realized that something was amiss and condensed his aura all over his body, then rushed toward the mysterious figure.

Boom!

Several meters were crossed in just two seconds.

St. Dmitri’s hand pierced through the person, and the figure was torn into pieces on the spot.

“Heh…”

Seeing this, St. Dmitri breathed a long sigh of relief and turned his back to the scattered fragments on the ground, sneering disdainfully. “I wondered how powerful you were, but you turned out to just be a disappointment…”

“How ignorant!” Before he could finish, another voice interrupted him mockingly. “Who would’ve thought the Pontiff would be so superficial? It’s truly laughable!”

The smile on St. Dmitri’s face froze. When he turned to look behind him, his expression grew worse.

What he had torn apart/earlier was not a person but a swarm of countless insects! Oh no!

St. Dmitri immediately had a bad feeling. He instinctively turned around to defend himself, but a fist was already right in front of his face, striking him, heavily.

Bam-

The immense inner energy sent St. Dmitri flying far away.

“Pfft…”

St. Dmitri spat out a mouthful of blood in the air and finally saw the assailant. It was a mysterious person shrouded in a black robe and wearing a cloak!