The brilliant arcane light bloomed in the distance. Even though Ji Qianming was one kilometer away from the battlefield at this time, the terrifying fluctuations still made him feel palpitations. Gam's roars came one after another, which shocked his eardrums.

Is this a battle between the emperors? The aftermath alone can destroy hundreds of themselves. Ji Qianming sighed softly.

He hugged Claire in his arms and retreated for hundreds of meters. At this time, Claire's body had basically returned to its original state, but the wound on his body was still extremely ferocious, and it might take more than ten minutes to completely repair it.

During this period, he had to keep Claire safe.

Gulugulugulugulugulu...

A strange voice came from a distance, and it was in the direction completely opposite to Adolf and Gam. Ji Qianming raised his head in confusion and frowned slightly.

Where is...Fenrier?

He blinked his eyes, his eyes stained with light gold again, and then strengthened his eyes and looked at Fenriel's black mist.

I don’t know when the black mist started, and it seemed like it was boiling, surging violently, and a little black ink shot out from it and fell on the surrounding ground.

Black ink?

Ji Qianming was stunned, used the fantasy furniture to imitate a telescope, looked in the direction of Hei Mo, and then took a breath of cold air.

It was not a black ink, but a ferocious wolf with black all over the body! Their size was larger than that of ordinary wolf, with fierce light flashing in their eyes, and their long and sharp claws were paved on the asphalt pavement, leaving a few scratches.

"Have a baby?" Ji Qianming widened his eyes and exclaimed. Compared to having a baby, he felt that this scene was more like a monkey pulling out a few hairs and splitting out a bunch of monkeys and grandsons.

The wolf pack is extremely numerous and is fired by Fenriel's black fog to every corner of London, and it is spread all over the city in the blink of an eye!

"Fake!!" The leader of the special operations team waved his sword to kill the evil wolf that fell in front of him, and couldn't help but curse.

Before he could get on the motorcycle, three more people rushed out of the surrounding buildings and surrounded him. A pair of aggressive eyes stared at him, and one of them whistled.

Aww...puff!

Before it could finish howling, the team leader chopped off its wolf head with one knife, and the two evil wolves on both sides quickly surrounded him and fought with him.

However, the team leader is the team leader after all. Although these evil wolves are faster and stronger than wild wolves, they cannot pose a threat to him with just a few. At best, they can only delay some time.

The team leader sneered and was about to put away the knife. The dense wolf eyes suddenly appeared, and at least a dozen were surrounding him!

"Damn it, it's endless!" The team leader spat, his face a little ugly.

The actions of these wolves were full of discipline. They ignored the escaped civilians, but instead used their keen sense of smell to find the hidden Adam fighters, and would soon call on their companions around them, just like a well-trained army.

There must be a leader who is secretly controlling the overall situation!

The team leader looked up at Fenriel's black mist, frowned, opened his headset and said.

"The wolves were made by Fenriel. Its intelligence is very high, and it is not at the same level as Yumongand and Gam. All combat members hide their bodies and try not to be discovered by the wolves, otherwise they will easily fall into a deadlock and lose their combat effectiveness in vain."

He pinched off his headset and looked around with caution. One evil wolf after another gathered around him, making people's scalp numb.

The team leader calmly took out a cigar from his pocket, lit the fire with a lighter, took a hard breath, and spit out a cloud of smoke.

"It's a fierce battle..." He murmured to himself, his eyes trembled and he slashed at the wolves!

...

The king, Peter, was unhurriedly strolling on the ruined Baker Street, looking as comfortable as if he was in his own back garden, and even waved with Yumengand, who had just crawled over.

"Daughter of Dark Church Member Peter on Baker Street! Repeat, Dark Church Member Peter on Baker Street! Ask for support!" The Adam fighter hiding in the ruins of Baker Street saw Peter's pupils shrink and spoke quickly.

Peter exclaimed lightly, turned his head to look at him, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Well... Senior Brian, good afternoon." Peter finally remembered his name and waved his hand enthusiastically, like an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

Brian's face darkened and he whispered: "You are not worthy of calling my name, the lackey of the Dark Church, Peter the Master Slayer."

Peter didn't care about Brian's attitude and smiled and said, "Don't do this. You forgot that I even invited you to dinner. I have to say that the Italian cuisine is just amazing!"

"I should have poisoned you, an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!" Brian said angrily.

As he said that, his right hand shook, and a pistol was held in his hand. He aimed at Peter's head and fired three shots!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Peter stretched out a hand, and the filthy depraved force condensed into a small shield, easily bounced off Brian's bullet. When he moved the shield away again, Brian was no longer seen in front of him.

There was no surprise on Peter's face, and his other hand was instantly covered with black armor. He didn't even look at him, and punched him directly behind him.

puff!

Brian, holding a dagger, collapsed to his chest with naked eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he took a few steps back, his face turned pale.

"you!"

"Oh, my poor Brian, your fighting style is so simple. Can't you make some progress over the years? It's really a bit of a mess of exchanging positions with bullets." Peter spoke helplessly.

Brian covered his chest with his hands, and blood kept oozing out of the corners of his mouth. He stared at Peter with wide eyes, full of anger and resentment: "You know the weakness of all of us... Peter, we really misread you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Peter's body suddenly blurred and appeared in front of him the next second. A black long sword had penetrated his heart!

Looking at Brian who was dying with his eyes closed, Peter sighed: "Oh, waste is waste, and he doesn't even have the qualification to make me interested."

He pulled out his sword expressionlessly, popped up a Cronos Heart at Brian's body and merged into his blood. Then he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped off the blood splashed on his body. He didn't even look at Brian who was falling to the ground, as if he had just killed not just a former comrade, but an annoying mosquito.

Peter turned around and was about to leave, but his brow suddenly frowned and turned his head to look to the other side of the street.
Chapter completed!