The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

The Den of Wolves

I remember something…faint.

The guards are still there, running towards us. There’s the distant sound of their voices that echoed through the long metal hallway. Only beaten by the sound of the sirens and the steps that we made on this metal floor.

More than the fear of getting caught and returning to my cell, the only thing I can think of is the way out. The hole created by the explosion earlier. A few more meters and I’ll be a free man. Just a bit more – before the sound of gunshot came and a bullet pierced through my chest.

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There are thirty wolves in total that they need to kill. All of which are pure bred according to Sylvie. Even without her saying this, Merlin knows it to be a fact. The color of the wolves’ fur, their size, as well as the movements they’re making – Merlin has it all memorized from the information about Requiem. And even without being able to see the details about the wolves floating above them, he can somewhat surmise the information.

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