515 is that prophecy...

The next day.

London was shrouded in gloom.

The sky should have been a dull yellow, but at that moment, it was covered with dark clouds, and the air carried an oppressive feeling.

A torrential rain was about to fall.

Outside the city.

A team of eight rode on ponies, moving along the muddy road, with London ahead of them.

Among this group was only one woman, the rest were men.

The men were dressed in black coats, hats cocked at an angle, and were carrying flintlock guns, as well as daggers, and some other knives…

It did not seem to match the trends of the Victorian Era very well.

But considering the flintlock guns they were carrying.

These people were quite out of the ordinary.

Because Du Wei happened to have an identical flintlock gun.

Although he had phased it out and only used it occasionally,

in this era, flintlock guns capable of killing Evil Spirits were actually standard for hunters.

And only they could ignore the influence of the Evil Spirits within the guns.