Stop trying to control me, Miss Moriarty!

Chapter 39 Martial Arts, This is...

"You wretched dog."

For the subhuman race of the Lupo, this is probably the ultimate insult, no less humiliating than the phrase "son of the beach" used between humans.

At this moment, the veins on Archie's forehead and arms were almost bulging, and the blood vessels in his neck were throbbing violently, as if his anger was about to burst out at any moment.

Blood vessels appeared densely in the whites of his eyes, and his entire face was flushed red with anger; even the hair on his body seemed to grow thicker.

Erin remained innocent, stroking Lady Burtis's head while casting a concerned and pitying glance at Archie.

"Have you contracted rabies? That's bad, you need to get to a veterinary hospital as soon as possible."

"You, you little, bastard—"

The grinding sound of his molars came from Archie's mouth, sounding even a little sharp and piercing.

His bones began to creak, his whole body swelled up, his muscles, covered with blue veins, bulged and ripped his pants and shirt, and his body was covered with fine black hair, making him look more like a wolf.

"No, no, no," Erin gently shook her head, stopped stroking, turned around and picked up the black cloth to cover the cage again.

He corrected him, "Your inhuman, wolf-like appearance is more like that of a mongrel, isn't it?"

Under this barrage of verbal attacks, Archie completely lost his composure.

He gritted his teeth and stomped down.

The kick was so forceful that the warehouse's stone floor began to crack.

Then, he sprinted forward.

"I want to tear it to shreds—"

boom.

A gunshot rang out in the air.

The subsequent sounds abruptly ceased.

The bronze-lustered bullet swiftly pierced the air, Archie seemingly offering his chest up willingly.

He stumbled suddenly, but managed to maintain his sprinting motion.

Bang—bang—

Two more shots were fired.

Archie's body swayed, and he struggled to maintain his standing posture, looking down at his chest.

The bullet did not penetrate his strong heart muscle; three small holes were oozing crimson blood.

The pain hasn't come yet.

The fear of death had begun to spread, life was slowly slipping away through the gaping hole in his chest, and even the anger was slowly dying down.

Archie reflexively started walking again, but after only two steps, he had to stop about twenty steps away from the two of them, panting heavily.

He stared wide-eyed at the weapon.

The pure black gun body reflected the magical light, the barrel was slender, and the grip was inlaid with dark wood grain.

Without a doubt, it was a revolver.

But wasn't this thing already obsolete by the magic gun?

Normally, even though Archie is only a third-tier magician, it would be an easy task for him to dodge bullets or deflect them with a magic barrier before they hit him.

However, he was also in a state of "magic sealing" at this time, and was provoked by those damned words, lost his mind, and directly ran headlong into the bullet.

It's as if everything was calculated.

His limited brain couldn't understand why, but pain and coldness were already coursing through his body.

Archie looked up at Erin.

He had dropped his feigned mockery, and his crimson eyes gleamed with a cold, inorganic light.

This brought back images from deep within his memory.

Jungle. Fellow countrymen. Fear.

Originally, we should have taken the first step...

Dominating Lady Bourges, she continued to expand in the alleys of London until she accumulated enough power to establish a kingdom belonging only to demi-humans.

He ultimately failed to meet his companions' expectations.

"you……"

Archie wanted to say something more.

But Erin had no intention of paying him any attention, and simply raised his revolver again.

Bang, bang, bang—

This time, he aimed for the head.

Archie tried to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him.

Three bullets streaked through the air and landed precisely in the same spot.

The first chip pierced a shallow crack in his hard skull.

The second one made the crack even deeper.

The third one forcefully chiseled open a hole.

Archie's eyes were still wide open.

Anger, confusion, and disbelief lingered in those eyes.

Despite having made thorough preparations, he died such a wretched death—

The body fell heavily backward from the impact of the bullet, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Silence fell over the warehouse.

The gunshots even made the three children in the cage forget to cry.

Duchess Burtis stood frozen in place.

She remained crouched, looking at Archie lying on the ground, then slowly turned back to look at Erin.

—What happened?

"Madeline, stop daydreaming."

"Woof?"

Erin's lips twitched: "You can get up now, and please speak like a human being..."

Only then did Duchess Burtis gradually come to her senses, her face filled with admiration:

"Lord Adler, as expected of you! You deliberately provoked Archie just now, didn't you? To enrage him, to make him lose his mind, so he would run straight into your bullets!"

"That's right."

Erin casually agreed, while glancing at the corner of the warehouse.

He had a better way to deal with Archie, but there was another uninvited guest lurking around.

However, there seems to be no indication that the other side is preparing to take action.

Erin walked up to Archie's body.

He remained in the same position as when he fell, his eyes wide open, but his pupils had already begun to dilate.

Blood was slowly seeping onto the floor, forming a dark red puddle mixed with some pinkish-white brain matter.

Erin chose a spot with little blood on it and reached out to unfasten the key from his belt.

He wiped the blood off Archie's clothes and tossed them behind him to Lady Burtis.

"Madeline, protect those three children."

Duchess Burtis took the key, nodded instinctively, then realized something was amiss.

Why use the word "protect"?

Archie has been dealt with. Is there still danger here?

"Um, Lord Adler, are we not leaving here?"

"I also want to leave, but this uninvited guest doesn't seem to think so."

An uninvited guest?

Duchess Burtis was even more confused. She looked around, but there was no one else there.

She couldn't help but ask, "Lord Adler? What exactly—"

Erin looked toward a corner.

Although the magic light was dim, it was enough to illuminate the entire warehouse, but that place seemed to be forever shrouded in a thin mist, abandoned by the world.

He bowed slightly in greeting: "Good evening, Mr. Jack the Ripper. If you're not planning to show yourself, we'll be leaving soon."

The next second, a dagger suddenly appeared, slicing through the air.

Erin quickly raised his revolver to block.

The moment the two collided, sparks flew, but the dagger, having lost its momentum, veered off course and plunged into the floor.

But at the same time, a huge scratch remained on the revolver, and a tingling sensation came from my right hand.

Through this probing attack, he had made a preliminary assessment of the enemy's capabilities.

Very strong.

With both sides' magic powers sealed, he had no chance against them.

But everything is still within our control.

Erin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Mr. Jack the Ripper, your way of greeting me seems rather inappropriate?"