Bang –

The fortress cannon at the top of the tower roared again.

The whole Wolfburg trembled, and the white crystal was drained in an instant to form a white mist, covering the entire tower in it.

The tall wolf in the black woolen coat slammed through his coat and turned into a huge and muscular gray werewolf, who deftly dodged a crossbow shot by a Texas wolf and swept it off the city with a slap.

At the right time, the clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight cast on the city, illuminating the black hair on his body.

It was an incomparably strong werewolf with bulging muscles and a head more than three meters tall.

"It's a big fish."

Jeanne's voice was clear.

"Sure enough, it's a rebellious race, and it's okay to be in the company of a group of lowly wanderers, and even get involved with the people of the Holy Church."

"Where is that old thing Giuliano, let him kneel in front of me immediately, I will say good things for you Basilicata family at the wolf lord, the same ancient bloodline that has been passed down for thousands of years, should not be cut off here."

The werewolf speaks with a calm momentum.

Lothar reached out and stroked the shining cross sword, and a string of flames immediately erupted on it, and the sword turned red with a scorching halo.

This werewolf brought him a strong sense of threat, giving him a sense of crisis that even if he dealt with it with all his might, he might still be killed directly on the spot.

The Blood Waterfall made his heart beat faster and faster, and he was almost desperately squeezing the power of his bloodline, so that before Lothar could perform a half-dragon transformation, pieces of dragon scales began to grow from his heart.

The werewolf twitched his nose and sneered, "It's not just the Holy Church, but also the Dragonborn, I thought you were a thing that had disappeared with time... It's a pity that it's a little guy who hasn't grown up."

The werewolf kicked his feet on the ground, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

His speed seemed to have surpassed the limits of what Lothar could capture with the help of both visual and mental powers, even compared to the heyday of Cellina before she was promoted to the full rank.

But Celinina's speed was at the expense of the rest of her attributes.

The werewolf in front of him, whether it is strength or physical strength, is definitely not low.

Lothar didn't make eye contact with Jeanne, her eyes flashed with a golden light, and the dragon power mixed with the coercion of his dark lord, forming a slender black demon dragon behind him.

The terrifying coercion belonging to the dark lord made the werewolf's originally smooth movements freeze for a moment - although it was only a moment, in a battle of this level, a moment was enough to decide the outcome of the battle.

The tip of the holy spear pierced through its chest.

The werewolf's proud defensive power is as vulnerable as a paper lake in the face of the Holy Spear, an artifact that specializes in restraining dark creatures.

"Kungunir?"

There was a hint of disbelief on the werewolf's face, at this time, not to mention that Jeanne was just wearing a mask, even if he wrapped himself into a mummy, it was absolutely impossible for him to fail to distinguish her identity.

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Dark creatures in the world, once they announce their names, can cause most dark creatures to immediately run away.

The werewolf apparently didn't realize that Jeanne's strength was not at its peak.

The dark creatures that had fallen under the Shining Knight's spear had caused him to lose his most basic judgment.

"Holy!"

Jeanne clasped her hands together, and the holy spear dangled above her head.

It's Kungunir, the gun that must be hit!

The werewolf who turned around and fled, only felt a strong sting pain in his back, a sense of danger that the end was coming, and then thought of the legendary holy spear, where did he not realize that he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.

In the air, mottled golden points of light continued to converge towards the holy spear in Jeanne's hand, this must-hit spear actually has drawbacks, such as every attack, although it must hit, it can only kill one person.

If the enemy is smart, find yourself a meat shield to avoid this damage.

But that's no longer the case.

Because the holy spear was stained with the blood of the werewolf, and the remnants of the holy flame guidance in the opponent's body, this blow would hardly have any chance of missing - it was bound to hit!

The dazzling golden light instantly pierced the sky, igniting a brilliant golden light in the darkness.

The werewolf's screams became more and more terrible under the burning of the Holy Flame, until they were burned to ashes by the blazing Holy Radiance.

Under this blow, Jeanne's identity can no longer be concealed, but to ambush the ripper, it is a very low probability thing, and it is no longer a loss to be able to solve such a big fish.

"How are you?"

Lothar asked.

Jeanne pondered, "Fortunately, thirty percent of my strength has been consumed, I have to rest for a while, and the next time I come to a strong enemy, it will be time for you to go up and support the field."

"Okay, just leave it to me."

If Lothar uses all his means now, his strength will be above that of the centurion, especially the dragon flame under the blessing of the double volcanic divinity.

In other words, after the half-dragon, even if he can't solve the wolf clan of that strength just now, it will be no problem to resist for a while.

This kind of large-area lethal spell of his is definitely a killer move in the defense of the city.

...

"Which family are you from?"

The werewolf on the other side looked at Hans with a puzzled expression.

The wolf clan is very sensitive to blood, whether it is a lowly person or a high-ranking wolf clan with inheritance, almost instantaneously distinguished, in his eyes, Hans is obviously a pure-blooded werewolf, but he does not belong to any known prominent family.

Hans didn't reply, he didn't know which family he belonged to, the family to which the wolf blood bloodline inherited by the wolf blood potion belonged should have been extinct long ago.

And this bloodline is honest, it is not very noble among the wolf clan, at least, it is definitely not comparable to Cellynina.

"Forget it."

"No matter which family dares to disobey the will of the wolf lord, they should go to hell."

The werewolf's fingertips snapped out sharp claws and lunged at Hans.

Hans's body twisted, swelled, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a silver-gray werewolf, fighting the black werewolf from the Axy family opposite.

It's like a werewolf civil war without any bells and whistles.

Compared with the unruly fighting methods of those rootless werewolves like wild beasts in the medieval world, this Yaxie wolf clan still has frequent methods even in the werewolf state.

I saw him fall over the shoulder and throw Hans hard, and at the same time as a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he crashed into Hans's arms again, who had just gotten up, and the stormy attack made Hans only parry for a while, and there was no room for counterattack at all.

A blade of blood condensed suddenly appeared behind the werewolf's neck.

The werewolf didn't look back with an elbow strike, knocking Curs back behind him, and his bloody blade left a scar on his neck filled with corrosive magic.

The werewolf touched the scar on his neck

, with a sinister smile on his face: "It's kind of interesting."

Behind him, a strong wind struck again.

A blue-gray werewolf leaped to its feet, knocking the Axi werewolf into the air.

He straightened up and said with a serious expression, "Be careful, this is Sennon of the Yaksi family, a centurion who is not weak, and is said to have slaughtered an entire human town, and we will join forces to deal with him."