Clark wandered silently in the icy waters, letting the fine pieces of ice slag across his dark skin, letting the bone-chilling cold continue to take away the heat from his body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As usual, it was up to him to scout the situation of the werewolves today.

After all, such a task is not something that anyone can do, and soaking in the icy sea water for more than ten hours a day, and always trying to hide his whereabouts from being discovered by the wolf herder's masters, is a complete chore.

But Clark was willing to take on the task.

At first, he wanted to atone for his sins, and wanted to use this cold torture to punish himself, spur himself, and sharpen himself.

And now, he began to enjoy the task and began to enjoy the torture of the bitter cold. He would often stop exercising to ward off the cold, and enjoy the process of being taken away little by little by the body temperature, slowly moving towards weakness and death.

For it was only then, when he was on the verge of death, that he could feel a glimmer of pity, a glimmer of mercy from the Lord that he had been thinking about and longing for.

Of course, the task still had to be completed, and under the cover of the night, he continued to paddle his arms and began to move forward.

Although the wolf herders are likely to be the same, a dozen or so people spend most of the time guarding the boat to rest by the fire, and only occasionally patrol the surrounding waters, and the reconnaissance task is not difficult.

But he was still meticulous and did not allow any mistakes to happen. His breath was restrained, most of his body was submerged, and in the darkness of the night, his skin became the best disguise, and by this disguise, he began to approach the island not far away.

Suddenly, he felt some inexplicable panic, as if there was a wild beast on the island that only chose people to eat, searching for prey!

The perennial fight has given Clark a keen sixth sense.

And now, his sixth sense senses the breath of danger!

That's the breath of a master!

That was the breath of a Martial Saint-level master!

Is the sacrifice of the wolf shepherds over?

It's impossible, it's too early to leave spring.

After only a moment's hesitation, Clark gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, dived into the water, and began to sneak towards the island.

He wants to figure out what's going on, it's his mission, his mission!

No amount of danger can stop him!

It was even darker in the darkness of the night, and he could only move slowly with his own senses, and try not to make a sound.

Closer, closer, closer.

Turn a little corner and you'll see the fleet of wolf herders!

Suddenly, a cold aura enveloped him, layered on top of each other, impermeable, and made him feel like he was in a net.

It's been discovered!

Without a hint of hesitation, Clark jumped up, got out of the water, struggled to break the shrouded energy, stepped on the waves, and began to run frantically.

"Boom!"

A thud slammed into his back like a drum, making a dull sound in the night.

But Clark showed no signs of stopping, only spitting out a mouthful of blood, a point faster.

He knew that the one who was chasing after him must be a martial saint, a martial saint of a wolf shepherd!

And he, without the slightest strength to compete with it, can only escape!

He clearly knew the gap between himself and the Martial Saint level, although it was only one rank, but this was a heavenly trench!

The Holy See is rich in classics, and he has seen a lot, below the Martial Saint level, but there are some examples of relying on peerless martial arts and peerless divine soldiers to complete the challenge of leapfrogging, but the example of the Venerable level to the Martial Saint level leapfrogging challenge, for thousands of years, there has not been a single case.

No matter how talented and powerful the Venerable is, he will not be the opponent of the Martial Saint. The Martial Saint is a true transcendent, and the others are just consumables to consume, and without sufficient quantities and the right timing, they cannot pose a threat to health.

Clark could feel the horror of the wolf shepherd martial saint who broke through the sky behind him, he could only escape, and he could only activate the costly secret method again!

"May the Lord have mercy on me!" he prayed softly.

Then, with a quick four taps on his forehead and chest, he made a small cross and slammed his fist into his chest.

"Poof"

A mist of blood emanated from his back.

It was as if a door had been opened, and endless power surged in him, and infinite true qi permeated him.

Under the pressure of the secret method, life began to burn, and the internal qi began to sublimate, bringing infinite power, and he became more powerful than ever.

His speed increased again, and both the raging waves and the intercepted momentum were all broken and shattered by him!

He was like a sharp knife, drawing a long straight line on the surface of the sea.

When was the last time you used "Divine Grace"? As you ran, your memories seemed to dissipate......

Ah, by the way, in Romania, in Draculaburg......

This is the second time, and it seems that this time it is really going to return to the arms of the Lord......

His thoughts began to drift away, his feelings blurred, and the skin on his body continued to explode, bursting out countless scattered blood mist.

There was only one faith that sustained him, sustaining this unparalleled speed and impact:

I must go back!Tell Lord Richelieu that the werewolves have discovered us! They are ready for war!

To be honest, Zhang Ang was not sure at all, after all, they had only seen the Spanish fleet from afar.

The purpose and destination of the Spaniards, both he and Albert were only guesses, not sure.

He didn't know if the Spanish fleet had anything to do with the Holy See, he could only gamble, bet on this line of survival!

And now, seeing the werewolf shepherd martial saint who broke through the sky, and the familiar figure who broke through the sea and ran desperately, he knew that this time, he was right!

The flying martial saint was naturally amazingly fast, but the black inquisitor didn't know what secret method he used, and it was also terrifying, just after a while, the two chased and fled, and disappeared into the distant sea level.

Limp on the ice, Zhang Ang waited silently, waiting for an opportunity.

Suddenly, there was a dull roar in the distance, like thunder accumulated in the clouds.

But in this sky, the sky is high and cloudy, the moon is high, and the stars are all over the sky, and there is no trace of a thunderstorm.

Then there is only one possibility, someone is fighting!

It's the peerless powerhouse fighting!

Martial saint-level powerhouses are fighting!

Hearing such a voice, the few wolf shepherds who were guarding them immediately panicked and panicked.

It was still the strong man of the Demon Wolf Clan who was more mature and calm, and suppressed everyone: "Don't panic! Chris, you have the best light skills, go over and see if you are from the Holy See." Be careful!"

Without saying a word, the named wolf shepherd took off his clothes and jumped into the sea, where he disappeared in an instant.

Okay, a Venerable class was transferred.

The strong man of the Demon Wolf Clan ordered again: "Mud, you take two people back to the camp to ask for help, it seems that these boys did not lie to us, it should indeed be killed by the Holy See." The speed must be fast, he may not be able to sustain it for long!"

Okay, there is one less Venerable and two Great Grandmasters.

After a while, there was still a roar in the distance, and the remaining wolf herders were extremely anxious, standing on the edge of the ice sheet and looking into the distance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ang struggled to transport his internal strength, regained some strength, took out the conch from the ring, put it to his mouth, and exhausted the last trace of internal strength:

"Uh......h Woo......"

It only blew twice, and a sharp straight kick interrupted Zhang Ang's call for help.

"You papal bastards, and you still want to ask for help? Tell you, here, no matter how many of you come, you will all die here!" The werewolf waffler stomped the conch on the ground with a disdainful face.

Then, there was a beating.

There was still a roar in the distance, but the sound was beginning to wane.

Zhang Ang was lying on the ice in purple and blue, letting his blood congeale on the ice, he was very weak and entangled: this side is still some distance from where they came ashore, I wonder if Captain Mani heard it......

Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow swimming on the ice, like a swimming fish.

A smile appeared on Zhang Ang's face, and he reluctantly mocked: "Hey, wolf cubs, your martial saint doesn't seem to be good." ”

Hearing this, a werewolf shepherd was furious, his face turned pale, and he pulled out the dagger at his waist and walked over: "Fuck your shit!

But before he could get closer.

"Bang!"

The ice sheet exploded, and a harpoon pierced the ice and plunged into his back......

(To be continued.) )