Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 191 Opportunity
Clark quietly wandered in the icy sea, letting the fine icicles slide across his dark skin, letting the bone-chilling cold continuously take away the heat from his body.

As usual, he was still in charge of scouting out the situation of the werewolf today.

After all, not everyone can do such a task. Soaking in the icy sea for more than ten hours a day, and trying to hide his whereabouts at all times, so as not to be discovered by the master wolf herds, is a downright hard job.

But Clark was so happy that he took the initiative to take over the task.

In the beginning, he wanted to atone for his sins, to use this extremely cold torture to punish himself, spur himself, and sharpen himself.

But now, he began to like this task and began to enjoy the torture of this severe cold.He would stop exercising to drive out the cold from time to time, enjoying the process of his body temperature being taken away little by little, and slowly leading to weakness and death.

Because only at that time, when he was on the verge of death, could he feel a trace of pity, a trace of mercy from the Lord that he yearned for and longed for.

Of course, the task still needs to be completed. Under the cover of night, he continued to move his arms and started to move forward.

Although the wolf shepherds were probably still the same, most of the time a dozen of them stayed by the boat to warm up and rest, and only occasionally patrolled the surrounding waters, the scouting mission was not too difficult.

But he is still meticulous and does not allow himself to make any mistakes.His whole body was restrained, and most of his body was submerged underwater. In the dark night, his skin became the best camouflage. With this camouflage, 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, looking for its prey!

Years of fighting gave Clark a keen sixth sense.

And now, his sixth sense sensed danger!

That's the breath of a master!
That's the breath of a Martial Saint-level master!

Is the sacrifice of those werewolf herders over?Heading back?

Impossible, it's still too early to leave Chun.

After only hesitating for a while, Clark gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, dived into the water, and began to sneak towards the island.

He has to figure out what's going on, this is his task, his mission!

No amount of danger can stop him!
The underwater in the dark night is even darker, he can only move forward slowly by his own feeling, and try not to make a sound.

Closer, closer, closer.

After turning a small corner, you can see the fleet of wolf shepherds!
Suddenly, an icy breath enveloped him, layer upon layer, impenetrable, making him feel like he was in a trap.

It was discovered!

Without the slightest hesitation, Clark jumped up, drilled out of the water, tried his best to break the enveloping vigor, stepped on the waves, and started to run away crazily.

"Boom!"

A forceful blow hit his back, like hitting a big drum, making a dull sound in the dark night.

But Clark didn't show any signs of stopping. He only spat out a mouthful of blood, and his speed was a little faster.

He knew that the one chasing after him must be a warrior, a warrior who shepherds werewolves!
And he doesn't have the slightest strength to contend with it, so he can only run away!
He clearly knows the gap between himself and the Martial Saint class, although it is only one step away, it is a natural moat!
The Holy See is rich in classics, and he has read a lot of them. They are below the Martial Saint level, but there are some examples of relying on peerless martial arts and peerless magic soldiers to complete the step-up challenge. For thousands of years, there is no case.

No matter how talented and powerful Venerable is, he will not be the opponent of Wu Sheng.Martial Saints are the real transcendents, while others are just consumables for consumption. Without sufficient quantity and proper timing, they cannot pose a threat to hygiene.

Clark could feel the fear of the werewolf herder Martial Saint coming from behind him. He could only run away, and he could only activate the expensive secret technique again!
"May the Lord have mercy on me!" he prayed softly.

Then, he quickly tapped four times on his forehead and chest, making a small cross, and then slammed his fist on his chest.

"puff"

A cloud of blood sprayed from his back.

As if a door had been opened, endless power emerged from him, and infinite true energy permeated him.

Under the pressure of the secret method, life began to burn, and the inner energy began to sublimate, bringing infinite power and making him stronger than ever before.

His speed accelerated again, whether it was the turbulent waves or the Qi Jin intercepted, they were all broken by him!

He is like a sharp knife, drawing a long straight line on the sea.

When was the last time you used "Holy Grace"?In the fast running, the memory seems to be dissipating
Ah, yes, in Romania, in Fort Dracula.
This is the second time, it seems that this time I really want to return to the embrace of the Lord
His thoughts began to drift away, his senses became blurred, the skin on his body continued to explode, and countless scattered blood mist burst out.

Only one belief supports him, supporting this unparalleled speed and impact:

I must go back!Tell Monsieur Richelieu that the werewolf found us!They are ready for war!

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To be honest, Zhang Ang was not sure at all. After all, they only saw the Spanish fleet from a distance.

Both he and Albert are just guessing about the Spaniard's purpose and destination, not sure.

He doesn't know whether the Spanish fleet has any relationship with the Holy See, he can only bet on this chance!
But now, seeing Wu Sheng, the wolf shepherd who broke through the air, and the familiar figure who broke through the sea and fled desperately, he knew that this time, he bet right!

The flying Martial Saint was naturally astonishingly fast, but the black judge didn't know what secret method he used, and he was also terribly fast. After a while, the two chased and fled, and disappeared far away on the sea level.

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

Suddenly, there were bursts of dull roaring sounds from a distance, as if they were thunder accumulated in the clouds.

But on this day, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, the moon is high, the sky is full of stars, and there is no trace of thunderstorm.

Then there is only one possibility, someone is fighting!

It's peerless powerhouses fighting!

Martial Saint-level powerhouses are fighting!

Hearing such a sound, the wolf shepherds who guarded them panicked all of a sudden, panicked all of a sudden.

It was still the strong man of the Demon Wolf clan who was more mature and calm, suppressing everyone: "Don't panic! Chris, your qinggong is the best. Go over and see if you are from the Holy See. Be careful!"

The wolf shepherd who was named didn't say anything, took off his clothes, and jumped into the sea, disappearing for a moment.

Okay, a venerable class has been transferred.

The strong man of the Demon Wolf Clan ordered again: "Mulder, you take two people back to the camp for help. It seems that these boys didn't lie to us, and it must be the Holy See who killed them. Hurry up, my lord, he may not last long! "

Well, there is one less Venerable and two Grand Masters.

After a while, there was still roaring 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 mobilize his internal strength, recovered some strength, took out the conch from the ring, put it to his mouth, and exhausted the last bit of internal strength:
"Woooo."

After only two blows, Zhang Ang's call for help was interrupted by a sharp straight kick.

"You bastards of the Holy See, still want to ask for help? I tell you, no matter how many of you come here, you will all die here!" The werewolf herdsman crushed the conch on the ground with a look of disdain.

Then, there was a severe beating.

It was still roaring in the distance, but the sound began to weaken.

Zhang Ang was lying on the ice covered in purple and blue, even though his blood was congealed on the ice, he was very weak and tangled: This place is still some distance from where they landed, I wonder if Captain Mani and the others heard it?
Suddenly, he saw a black shadow swimming down the ice like a fish.

A smile appeared on Zhang Ang's face, and he forced a sarcasm: "Hey, wolf cubs, it seems that your Wusheng is not good enough."

Hearing these words, a werewolf herdsman burst into anger, his face was livid, and he drew out the dagger from his waist and walked over: "Fuck you! Labor and management will finish you first!"

But he hasn't waited for him to approach.

"Oh!"

The ice cap exploded violently, and a harpoon pierced through the ice layer and thrust into his back.
(End of this chapter)