The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 1331

What?

All the insect soldiers were burned in a fire?

All his efforts during this time went up in smoke!

The Insect Ruler was instantly infuriated at the words and gnashed his teeth.

He even had the impulse to rush up and have a life–and–death battle with Old Hagstorm, but he forcibly suppressed it with the little rationality he had remaining.

The situation was not good.

There were three Martial Saint experts in Flandom, but Lloyd was heavily injured and lost his com power, the Pontiff was dead and turned into an insect soldier, and the dragonslayer knight was practically useless.

If he continued the battle, he would have to face three Martial Saint experts–Old Hagstorm, Old Ophis, and the master of the Shrouded Gate…

There was almost no chance of winning.

Swoosh…

After contemplating for a moment and sorting everything out, the Insect Ruler glared fiercely at Old Hagstorm. A deep resentment flashed in his eyes, and he released a massive number of insects.

Some rushed toward the audience seats, and others toward the nobles.

“Ahhh! What the hell is this? It’s so scary!”

block

it, what

at the

immediately fled the scene with a few subordinates.

also escaped with Lloyd under the protection of

try to run!”

and the others prepared to chase

immediately held Noir back and said in a low voice, “Let’s

than anyone to eliminate the Insect Ruler, the root of

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blow from Lloyd earlier. Although he seemed fine on the surface, he had suffered severe internal injuries. It would be

for many years. They had deep roots with connections

startled and understood

at the chaotic scene and ordered, “Noir, lead the elite Lycantroops and help Katalina purge the court

as much as possible. Make sure nothing

point. Noir would do it anyway. Thus, he replied, “I know,

Andy.”

he led a group of experts with Katalina and took

“Ugh…”

his injuries any longer.

Hagstorm gave him a thumbs–up, praising, “Andrius, you resisted Lloyd’s attack with the strength of a late–stage Martial God. It seems we underestimated you.

well. At least, I wasn’t

“Master, stop joking and help me