Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 210 Mephisto Soul Church Bloodbath

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 210 Mephisto Soul Church Bloodbath

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A few dark, grassless hills suddenly appeared in front of a flat land of several square kilometers. The dry and moisture-free wind blew from nowhere and stirred up huge vortexes of air, causing the air to explode.

Where can you clearly see the smoky atmosphere in the entire plain surrounded by mountains?

An old man wearing a black windbreaker held his cane in his hand and waved it randomly a few times. As he waved his arm, circles of black light patterns continued to emanate from his cane, causing the surrounding space to be filled with light.

Thin ripples rippled.

There were countless tiny crawling sounds of insects on the ground all around.

Looking closely, a large number of poisonous insects were crawling out of the ground, crawling towards him maliciously for a few steps. It was not until they felt the familiar magic power contained in the black ripples that they writhed on the ground unwillingly.

After a while, it slowly dived into the ground again.

A black cat with a dark body and purple eyes appeared out of nowhere. It slowly licked its shiny right paw with its tongue, and then looked at the old man with great innocence and barked softly.

He said: "Meow."

This black cat is only about a foot long, but it is filled with an extremely strange aura.

Its fur is black, so black that it turns purple, like a deep pool that can suck the soul of a person into it.

Those two green eyes, with a hint of evil spirit, seemed to be smiling when they looked at the old man.

"A little evil spirit!" The old man's eyes lit up with blazing hellfire. He raised his cane and a black magic was about to hit the black cat.

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

The air twisted and fluctuated slightly, and then as if a curtain was lifted, a figure shrouded in black robes appeared.

Behind him were several strange guys covered in pitch black armor, all carrying heavy knight swords that were two meters long.

The man in black robe laughed a few times and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty Mephisto, you can't be angry with a little black cat!"

"Meow!"

The black cat jumped into the arms of the man in black robe. The man in black robe petted the cat and looked at Mephisto with his dark green eyes.

"Necromancer!"

Mephisto looked at the several death knights behind the black-robed man, as if there was soul fire burning in his eyes.

The Necromancer is not his believer, the Necromancer is an admirer of another Dracolich Lord in Hell.

"plz follow me!"

The man in black robe walked towards a pure black castle that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The castle was pitch black, one meter thick, made of unknown materials, as smooth as a mirror but with countless black stripes forming a devil's head. The door slowly opened.

On both sides of the pitch-black corridor, more than two hundred knights in pitch-black armor stood on both sides of the passage, holding knight swords in both hands!

The heavy iron door slammed shut, and the dark castle shook for a moment before disappearing into the dust in the sky.

After walking through the 500-meter-long corridor, several old men in black robes suddenly walked out of the complex corridor in front of them, like a spider web.

Mephisto knelt down on one knee respectfully and lowered his head.

"My lord!"

When the black-robed necromancer saw them appearing, he nodded slightly and disappeared into a ball of black smoke in the passage.

"A little guy, use the strength of your Dark Council to find him, sacrifice his soul to me, and I will grant you supreme power!"

In the quaint stone hall, Mephisto looked down at several black-robed wizards kneeling on the ground and said!

He raised his finger, and a black mist transformed into a life-size figure.

On the upper floor of the stone chamber, there is a place that is obviously a conference room. It is decorated extremely luxuriously and is magnificent.

The black crystal ball is showing the picture of the lower stone chamber.

Wonderful surveillance magic, not even Mephisto noticed it!

There was a furry werewolf, wearing ancient leather armor, at least two and a half meters tall. He held a machete about a meter and a half long in his hand, and his mouth was open, revealing four large fangs.

"The soul of an ordinary person actually made Mephisto put in so much effort. I was shocked. I thought this old guy couldn't think of it anymore and wanted to show his true body again!" The werewolf's eyes flashed fiercely as he spoke.

, obviously thinking of some kind of idea.

"Mephisto has always been famous for being cunning. Be careful, don't let him cause trouble. If something happens, hey, hell, that's not a good place!"

A middle-aged man with long wavy hair and a handsome face said:

“Our family doesn’t want to experience another holy war caused by the coming of the devil!”

He casually pressed his paw on the bluestone railing beside him, and the thick railing was immediately shattered into powder.

A vampire, judging from the aura on his body, he is a real high-ranking vampire.

"Keep an eye on them, keep an eye on Councilor Carl and the wizards who believe in Mephisto. We don't want to provoke the Temple Mage and that one!"

A few old wizards holding black cats in their hands set the tone.

"Devils, for real wizards, demons are just for use. A demon who comes in his true form is not in the interests of the Dark Council!

As mortals often say, those in the sky are gods! Look at them, if they want to do something small, kill them, a demon's clone, what a good material!"

Several dark bishops looked at me, and I looked at you, and at the same time they let out terrible sinister smiles! In the dark castle, a sinister wind suddenly blew, and there were countless tyrannical creatures lurking in the darkness, which were full of conspiracy.

trembled in laughter.

A few days later, Down's Manor

"Boss, the things have been patched up!"

In the Tang and Song Dynasties, big cats were played in the courtyard and fish were fed. Groups of koi carps swam in the artificial streams surrounding the courtyard.

Ryan commanded several German soldiers to carry an armor into the courtyard. The three-meter-high silver armor was full of cracks. It was the Destroyer armor that appeared in the border town of New Mexico.

Tang walked up to the Destroyer Armor, placed his palms on the Destroyer Armor, and sensed the runes contained inside through the Destroyer's metal layer.

"pity!"

Feeling the intermittent runes inside, Tang Song sighed. Although those cultural relic restoration experts were very skillful in their craftsmanship, they were able to repair the Destroyer, which was shattered by Thor's blow, into a decent shape.

It's a pity that the runes inside have long been broken into pieces.

"This armor is useless. Take it away and let the people in the weapons research laboratory study it to see what this metal is made of!"

Two big German men were carrying the glued-up Destroyer armor and were about to send it to the weapons research room.

Tang Song looked at Ryan and asked: "Lian, that batch of meat was sent to Siberia?"

Ryan shook his head and said: "Boss, we are already on the way. We will arrive today!"

"Well! How is the research on Ivan's Adamantium alloy? Have you got the results yet?"

"Currently, the weapons laboratory has produced the first batch of Adamant alloy, but the purity is not high. Yashida's formula produces a secondary Adamant alloy, which is of lower quality than the real Adamant alloy.

, the strength of vibranium is far greater than that of Armand alloy, and Ivan is currently trying to prepare the formula!".

"Huh? How brave!"

As Tang Song spoke, he frowned and his figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, his body appeared behind a rockery dozens of meters away. He grabbed a figure that was running away quickly.

Radhoyane Amato is a demon, a mixed-race kind. His cheap father is an unknown night demon in hell, and his mother is a human.

In the Dark Council, there are many half-demon like him. There are many reasons for the birth of half-demon like him, including cult sacrifices and experiments by dark wizards.

With his talent of being cheap, he can travel freely in the shadows. He has become the top lurker and spy in the Dark Council.

Wizards who believed in the lineage of the demon lord Mephisto hired him for $20 million to find out the details of this Asian.

If necessary, he can be assassinated directly. Of course, if he kills someone, an additional 30 million will be added to the follow-up payment.

A mortal, Radhoyane Amato, holding his poisoned snake-shaped dagger in his backhand, had just sneaked into the courtyard.

Tang Song looked over. The kind of power contained in his eyes, Radhoyane Amato had only experienced it from the president of the Dark Council and the prince of the blood clan. But compared with this Asian, the president

The aura on his body actually seemed a little weak.

Radhoyane Amato was trembling, and just when he was about to escape, Tang Song suddenly stepped in front of him.

Radhoyane Amato didn't see Tang Song's actions clearly at all. He didn't even know how Tang Song discovered him.

When he could see Tang Song's face clearly, Tang Song's big hands had already grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a chicken.

"The smell of sulfur!" Tang Song said lightly: "The breath of the devil, what is your relationship with Mephisto!"

Tang Song could tell the soul essence of the person in front of him at a glance. The only demon he had dealt with recently was Mephisto, but Mephisto really thought he could kill him with this guy.

Good job.

He actually managed to hide it from the big dogs in the manor!

"I..." Radhoyane Amato was about to speak, but Ryan had already walked over, smashed his shoulder with two punches, removed his jaw, and kicked his patella.

He arranged the security work of the manor, so people could sneak in without even knowing it, which really made him lose face in front of his boss.

"Take it down and ask what's going on?"

Tang and Song casually threw the man aside, and two Germanic men dragged him out.

"Boss! They are from the Church of Souls. This is a notorious evil cult in the dark world. They believe in Mephisto, the Lord of Hell. Their location has been revealed!"

In less than ten minutes, a big Germanic man with blood on his hands came to Tang and Song Dynasties and bowed down to report.

"Lian, after injecting the No. 0 serum, I haven't done anything for a long time. I just want to take this opportunity to try it and get familiar with my strength!" Tang Song glanced sideways at Ryan.

"Yes! Boss!"

Ryan led twenty card warriors into a warehouse in North City, New York.

About half an hour later, Ryan, who had put on a full set of Armand alloy-coated armor, walked out of the warehouse with a gloomy look and his fully armed subordinates.

In the center of Manhattan, there is a black building that looks like a tall tower stacked on top of each other.

There is a green space about 100 meters wide around the building, surrounded by a ten-meter-high iron mesh.

A black Lincoln slowly drove into the iron grid and parked at the entrance of the building.

A middle-aged man with pale skin and wearing a brown suit got out of the car with several middle-aged people with the same strange skin color, and flashed the badge made of a skull on his hand.

The iron door at the entrance automatically slid open gently. The middle-aged man walked in with others, and the iron door immediately closed lightly.

In the hall inside the gate, more than thirty wizards in black robes stood in an arc. When they saw the middle-aged man coming in, they

He immediately bowed down respectfully and said, "Welcome, Priest Hapi."

The priest nodded and said in a deep voice: "Be safe, pay attention... I have had some bad premonitions recently. People who have the courage to offend my lord are not that easy. Collect the soul of the psychic girl as soon as possible so that my lord's true body power can Break the seal of the Temple mages!"

"Yes, Hapi Priest!"

"Hehe, summon the true form of Mephisto. When the time comes, who will the Dark Council listen to!?"

Opposite the building, in an office with curtains on the top floor, the necromancer held his black cat in his arms affectionately, pinched it a few times and said:

"Well, sabotage their actions,,,, if necessary, you can leak the news to the New York Temple!"

The Necromancer chuckled: "That's right, that's right. Presumably the Temple Mage wouldn't want another demon king to come in person. According to our news, who was held back by Dormammu?"

Standing next to him was an old man with gray hair but meticulously combed hair and fine wrinkles on his face.

His blue eyes are as bright as two sapphires, his handsome appearance, upright and tall body, and his absolutely exquisitely made black dress make him look like someone who has walked through the Middle Ages.

"Dormammu? Speaker Knowles, do you think Dormammu can hold back the Supreme Mage?"

Knowles glared at him and muttered, "Dracula, don't mention that name."

"Those factions that believe in demons can't believe how many people we have at our disposal. What do you think of us killing a clone of the demon king?"

The soul fire under Knowles's black robe flashed crazily, and he made some calculations:

"You, me, plus twelve grand duke-level vampires and seven orc chiefs, we can probably deal with a demon king!"

Dracula glared at him: "Don't have such thoughts. Mephisto's strength is a secret even in hell. He is very strong. Don't provoke him! What we have to do is to destroy his arrival!"

Knowles suddenly giggled for a while, ravaging the poor black cat in his arms,

"This kind of job of preventing the coming of demons, if I remember correctly, was the job of the Holy See in the Middle Ages. Huh?"

Knowles looked through the window at the dark night sky, where several helicopters were hovering on the roof of the building opposite.

A strong wind blew in the face, and the Wuhan helicopter transport plane couldn't wait to lower the cabin door before it could stop. Dozens of members of the Solitaire Team jumped down from the sky on Black Magic skateboards.

A young man wearing a white trench coat and holding a cane stepped out and stood on the roof of the building.

Knowles had a white trench coat, a handsome face, and sharp eyes. He noticed that the head of the staff was a simple animal head with two shining silver eyes.

As soon as his eyes came into contact with these two silver eyes, he felt a stinging pain on his bones under his black robe, like a knife.

"It seems that those who dare to provoke Mephisto are ruthless people," Knowles saw the young man's appearance clearly and chuckled,

"Poor Congressman Habi, someone came to your door!"

"Um!?"

Tang Song felt that he was being peered at, so he raised his head and looked at the building opposite.

More than a dozen men in black suits, Luo Yi, jumped out of the cabin and stood behind Tang Song,

"Boss!" Ryan followed Tang Song's gaze and looked at the building opposite.

"Let's go!"

Tang and Song's feet seemed to be stepping on the air. With a step of more than ten meters, Ryan jumped off the building with a dozen people.

Devil worship is very popular in the Federation. According to incomplete statistics from the federal government, there are almost 7,000 cults in the Federation with the slogans of evil gods and demons.

Of course, most of them are scamming money and sex in the name of evil gods, but there are also genuine products here.

The Soul Cult, which worships the God of Souls, is one of them. They worship the Demon Lord, the King of Hell, Mephisto, and regard him as a god.

These fanatics are willing to sacrifice their souls for their gods.

"Puff, puff, puff—"

In the Soul Sect building, twenty card warriors riding black demon skateboards were suspended outside the tall building, using modified assault rifles in their hands to kill targets inside the building.

Infrared detection glasses make people in the building invisible to them.

Modified assault rifle, the Amand alloy coating on the outer layer of the bullet can easily penetrate solid structures of reinforced concrete.

Before the members of the Soul Religion could react, their bodies had already been penetrated by these whistling bullets.

"Enemy attack!"

Habib was leading more than thirty core members to pray in front of a demon statue. Bullets fired from outside the wall directly knocked down a large area of ​​his members.

Habi jumped up angrily, and with a wave of the bone ring in his hand, countless phosphorescent fireballs surged out of the gray sky and hit the poor wall overwhelmingly.

Just when these phosphorus fireballs were blasted out, the glasses of the card soldiers driving the Black Demon Skateboard flashed red, and the Black Demon Skateboard led them to quickly avoid the attack range of the phosphorus fireballs.

"Concentrated fire attack!"

After getting out of the range of the phosphorus fireball, dozens of card soldiers simultaneously pointed their guns at the large number of black-robed men inside.

"Pffffffffffffffff!"

Assault rifles equipped with silencers focus fire attacks, and the Armand alloy-coated surface makes these assault rifles even more powerful than some anti-material firearms!

Even though these black-robed wizards were well prepared and their bodies were shrouded in a layer of black mist, there were still a few unlucky ones who were simply swept away into wasps.

Green rays of light shot out from the hands of these dark wizards and fought back against the card soldiers. However, compared to their slow reaction speed, the black magic skateboards equipped with intelligent programs hovered in the air at a speed close to the speed of sound.

These green rays were easily avoided by the card soldiers.

A strange gust of wind blew from outside the building that had lost its wall, blowing up some dust, pieces of paper, etc., and the vision was a little hazy for a while.

Several dark wizards were chanting spells and seemed to be preparing some powerful black magic.

... Several twisted sword lights flashed like lightning, and the hearts of these black-robed wizards were pierced by the sharp sword edges.

A silver stabbing sword penetrated deeply into their inner organs, and the violent black water zhenqi on the sword was activated.

All the internal organs of these wizards were destroyed by the shock. The powerful shock wave rushed directly to their throats. As a result, they spit out a mouthful of broken internal organs and blood, and fell softly to the ground, unable to move anymore.

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Ryan, wearing an Adamantium alloy armor, appeared from the hall, holding a silver bayonet and killing the remaining black-robed wizards.

The Speaker of the Dark Parliament, Knowles, who was peeking from the rooftop in the distance, held a pair of military binoculars in his hand. When he saw this scene, he swallowed:

"What a weird method. Well, maybe I need to cast a constant protective spell on myself!"

Dracula glanced at him with contempt and stood in the night wind: "Knowles, as long as you hide your phylactery, no one in the world can kill you, a necromancer!"

Hubby looked at the two or three kittens around him in the blink of an eye. The one was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and cursed for a while. He bit his own tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and drew his own blood in the air with his hands.

A strange magic circle was created.

Roared: "Welcome, demons from hell... you all go to hell."

The ground shook more violently, and dark flames could be seen vaguely emerging from the cracks in the ground.

This member of the Dark Parliament and the Pope of the Soul Religion is truly crazy, otherwise he would never use this extremely dangerous move under any circumstances.

If a real demon is summoned, even if he is a descendant of Mephisto, but hell is so big, who knows what can be summoned. If an enemy of Mephisto is summoned, then they will really have a lot of fun.

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The raging black flames engulfed half of the floor, and several dark wizards of the Soul Church who had no time to escape were directly reduced to nothing in the flames.

Black flames, a flame figure is taking shape, and a Balrog can be faintly seen walking towards the world from a lava river.

"A lord-level Balrog," Knowles looked a little solemn. He was a necromancer, and this great fire-attributed demon was his nemesis.

The demon lord, in hell, exists only next to the hell king.

Tang Song led a dozen people downstairs, and almost half of the building was melted into nothingness by black flames.

"boss!"

A group of card soldiers have fallen to the ground.

"I am Raun, the Lord of Fire"

The language of ancient hell sounded from the building! A large man over four meters tall and made of flames walked out of the burning building.

More than four meters tall, with a body made entirely of black burning flames, this balrog looked down at the Tang and Song Dynasties.

The two red eyes, the size of basketballs, glowed with cruelty and madness.

There is burning magma under its feet. Every time it takes a step, the solid concrete pavement under its feet will turn into rolling lava.

The Balrog stopped and turned back to look at the Pope of the Soul Religion: "I will kill a thousand souls for you! But your soul must also belong to me!" (Hell Language)

The Pope of the Soul Religion and the members of the Dark Parliament turned pale, "Lord Balrog! My soul has been dedicated to the great God of Souls!"

"God of Souls?" (Hell Language) Balrog was a little surprised. He took a breath and the two fire dragons circled around the Soul Pope.

"The smell of Mephisto, disgusting guy!"

It was difficult to conceal the fear in Balrog's tone, "Two thousand souls, if that's not enough, I will devour your souls together and take them back to Mount Doom."

"Don't worry, sir, I will definitely do it with two thousand souls!" the Soul Pope said in relief!

Tang and Song looked around. Facing the legendary demon, the soldiers in the card squad were restraining their shock.

But no one showed any fear. It seems that Kane and his troops have trained well!

Tang and Song nodded approvingly, quite satisfied.

You know, with the development of Marvel plots, the demons may only be seen in small scenes, often on the level of alien fleets and universe overlords.

If the subordinates he trained are afraid of them now, then what use will they have in the future?

To put it bluntly, a card soldier’s investment starts from the house of cards, all kinds of dinosaur meat, nutritional potions, weapons and equipment

After training, it is almost equivalent to a life-size golden statue.

Looking at the Balrog in front of him, Tang Song looked somewhat disdainful.

Summoning demons, a means of ruining the streets

He has seen a lot of demons during this period, ordinary demons, and now ghosts and bone flags are making him vomit!

"Ryan, I'll leave this Balrog to you!"

"Yes! Boss!"

Ryan took a step forward, shook his neck, and took off his armor, his joints crackling all of a sudden.

"Come!"

Ryan stretched out his right palm and hooked his hand, making a provocative gesture!

"Mortal!" (Infernal)

Balrog strode forward and grabbed Ryan with a big hand made of black flames as big as a dustpan.

Ryan did not dodge, he tightened his open hands, and the clothes on his right arm suddenly burst, and the muscled arm,

Everything from his forearm to his fist turned into pitch black! It was covered with black dragon scales.

It hit the big flame hand hard!

"Bang!"

Only a muffled sound was heard, as if two tanks had collided.

Ryan's body fell hard, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, and everything under his feet was turned into powder.

Balrog took two steps back and looked at Ryan in disbelief, how could his fists hurt the flames.

"Magic!" (Infernal)

Balrog looked at Ryan's dark dragon scale arms, roared, and countless sparks spurted out from his mouth,

"Take off the wood, the thieves' high pine -" (Hell language)

Balrog swung his fist, and dozens of lava fireballs the size of water tanks were thrown towards Ryan.

Tang Song and a group of card soldiers behind him were all enveloped!

Ryan's feet quickly stepped on the ground, bringing up afterimages, which quickly appeared under the lava fireball, and kicked them up one after another.

The dragon-clawed feet kicked each lava fireball to pieces, but it didn't escape the net.

Several bodyguards standing behind Tang and Song transformed into lizards and soared into the sky, working together to stop the remaining magma balls!

At this moment, a pitch-black fireball three meters in diameter roared down towards Ryan.

This ball of fire emits terrible heat, and its dark light makes the surrounding area dark. This ball of light seems to be able to absorb the surrounding light.

The power contained in this fireball was extremely terrifying, and Ryan vaguely felt that if he was hit by this fireball, he would definitely be burned to ashes.

The Balrog let out bursts of ferocious laughter. He was summoned to the human world. Because of the damn Temple Array, its strength was also suppressed to one-third.

However, its "exploding fireball" is not something humans can deal with!

Ryan took a breath, and his body expanded rapidly. The scales all over his body expanded rapidly to about ten feet. His muscles all over his body became a huge dragon man!

As he opened his mouth, a jet of jet black water blasted towards the black fireball. A thunderous sound was heard in the air, as if a giant cannon was bombarding, giving people a terrifying feeling of being invincible and the earth shattering.

boom!

The black fireball exploded directly with Ryan's roar.

Not to be outdone, the Balrog roared, and countless flames spewed out towards Ryan,

"laugh!"

Ryan's figure suddenly appeared in front of Balrog with a series of afterimages. With a sweep of the dragon's claws, he directly escaped Balrog's ruby-like heart.

A twisted red soul phantom, trying to escape back to hell.

Surrounded by black water, it was drowned in the water.

The Soul Pope, who had been hiding behind the Balrog, was also affected by the black water droplets, and was directly beaten into a hornet's nest by countless water droplets——

In the distant building, Knowles and Dracula glanced at each other, only to feel creepy.

"It's so strong, no wonder Mephisto can't do anything about it!"

Knowles hugged his black cat, with the fire of his soul flashing under his black robe, and turned his head and said to Dracula!

"So, you are also from Mephisto!"

A voice sounded behind Knowles.

Knowles felt a chill behind him and turned around stiffly. Tang Song, wearing a white windbreaker, was standing five steps away from him.

Dracula looked at Tang Song, with a scarlet color in his eyes. The nails on his ten fingers gradually began to grow. Slowly, they grew out bit by bit. He bent down slightly, ready to go!

Knowles grabbed him and nodded slightly towards Tang Song: "Dear strong man, I am Knowles, the speaker of the Dark Parliament. As you can see, I am a necromancer. This is Duke Dracula. We are not

Not a follower of Mephisto, no offense intended!"

"Okay!" Tang Song glanced at him, then disappeared in front of the two of them.

Now that they were gone, Knowles was a little confused. Duke Dracula's expression suddenly changed, and he pulled Knowles into the darkness.

Chi chi chi, the air sparkled with sparks, a portal with sparks flying suddenly appeared in mid-air, and an old white man wearing a mage's robe came out.

He looked at the remaining traces of the Balrog, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he drew a portal with his staff and walked in.

There was a faint sound of howling wind and snow on the opposite side.

Knowles and Dracula emerge from the shadows.

"The mage from the New York Temple, could it be that he noticed it?"

The fire of Norse's soul flickered, and when he looked at Dracula, he was even more keen than you, the vampire duke.

Dracula looked at his old friend with a dark face: "."

Knowles pointed the short staff in his hand toward the sky, and a green fire light shot straight up. The green light was so conspicuous in the night sky.

Knowles, Dracula, and three members of the Dark Council led their direct subordinates, and the forty core masters of the Dark Council disappeared into the wind.

Kama Taj on top of Himalayas

Kama Taj gives people an unusually deep and steady feeling.

The main hall is almost forty to fifty acres in size, and the ground is paved with extremely solid black volcanic steel rock solidified by volcanic lava.

Black volcanic steel rock refers to volcanic rock with a metal content of more than 70% in the lava.

This rock is extremely hard,

Because Kama Taj's spells had gone out of control in the past, these volcanic steel rocks are carved with secret magic patterns and have strong defense against various spells.

Extremely hard and extremely tough black volcanic steel rock was carved into one meter square thick floor tiles and laid on the ground.

There are complex tenon joints connecting the floor tiles to each other, making the floor of the courtyard seamless.

There is a faint metallic luster in the gaps between these floor tiles. Apparently, a metal solution was poured between the floor tiles to make the ground stronger.

A portal with sparks appeared in the main hall of Karma Taj. Many mages practicing in the main hall were not surprised and closed their eyes to meditate.

"Master John, long time no see!"

A fat Chinese man stood up and walked towards the old white man who came out of the portal.

"Master Wang, are you here? A fire demon lord from New York has broken through the temple's defense line!"

Master John, who had white hair and beard, said seriously: "I suspect there is something wrong with the temple's defense!"

The chubby Master Wang had a look of embarrassment on his face: "Master John, the Ancient One Master has wandered into a fugue and is no longer on earth!"

Master John frowned. He knew this. For a period of time every year, Master Gu Yi was not at Karma Taj, and Christmas in New York was no small matter.

"Master John, how about Master Modu and I accompany you to take a look. If there is a loophole in the temple's defense, the strength of the three of us is enough to repair it!"

Hearing Master Wang mention his name, a stern middle-aged man in gray robe opened his eyes in the hall!

"Master John!"

Mordo saluted John.

"Master Modu!"

Master John responded with a salute, "I'm going to trouble two mages!"

"It's your job!"

The night is dark and the wind and rain are getting worse.

London, Castle of Dark Parliament.

The castle of the Dark Parliament is just like the impression given by its name, dark and depressing, as if there is misfortune lurking there everywhere. The castle, which is built with huge black rocks, is densely covered with narrow spaces as complicated as spider silk.

The dark passage leads to rooms with flickering dim lights.

There seemed to be people whispering everywhere, but if I listened carefully, I couldn't hear anything. The cold wind was blowing along the passage.

Knowles was holding his black cat, and next to him was Duke Dracula, and the werewolf chief of the orc tribe. The three of them were expressionless, sitting behind a long oak table that was hundreds of years old.

"The Dark Council is ours, and it can only be ours. Whether it is Mephisto or other hell kings, just stay well in hell, why bother to come to the human world and have a hard time!"

Knowles' eyes flashed with two groups of green soul fire.

He has been a famous dark wizard since the Middle Ages. He has experienced two Crusades and evaded the roundup of the Holy See.

I once had a life-and-death fight with the angels descended from heaven.

Later, due to his physical aging, he turned to the necromancy profession and became the most powerful necromancer in the history of the Dark Council.

The Speaker of the Dark Council, what he seeks is only power, the truth between human souls, devil, what is that.

He has dissected hundreds of demons. Demons are just disgusting species from another dimension.

If he really wants to join hell, he can immediately become a demon lord, a high-level demon of the undead type.

What's so good about hell? The poor bastards are trying to sneak into the human world in various ways, even the kings of hell are doing the same.

Led by Knowles, seven members of the Thirteen-person Committee of the Dark Council brazenly united with the twelve vampire clans and the elite orcs of the orc tribe to launch a bloodbath against the members of the devil-worshipping and evil-god-worshiping factions.

A pale middle-aged man covered in blood and wearing a tuxedo walked in and gave the three of them a medieval gentleman's salute.

Dracula looked at his direct descendant, the Marquis, and asked in a deep voice: "Cleaned up!?"

"The head of the family, the rebellious council members, their churches, and the ethnic group have all been dealt with!"

The Blood Marquis bowed forward and placed several things on the council table, including a shattered crystal ball, a mutilated bone staff, and a blood wolf badge.

The expressions of the three Knowles suddenly relaxed, and then quickly tightened. The three of them looked at each other and smiled at each other.

"Move the Dark Castle away first, Mephisto has been here before!"

Knowles' soul fire flickered under his black robe, and his withered hands grasped the neck of the black cat in his arms.

In the wind and sand

The huge dark castle is like a living thing, submerged underground!

"It's not that there's something wrong with the temple's defense line, it's that someone summoned the devil!"

Master John, Master Wang, and Master Modu came to the place where Balrog fell.

After casting spells one after another, the three mages breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the detection results.

The defense of the three major temples is a dimensional defense line set by the Supreme Mage himself. It has been blessed by countless Karma Taj mages for hundreds of years. If something really happened, to be honest, relying on the power of the three of them to repair it would still be impossible.

I really need some suspense.

"Master Wang! The teacher goes to wandering around for a period of time every year. Do you know where she goes?"

After checking and confirming that the Balrog had not broken through the temple's defense layer, at the invitation of Master John, Modu and Master Wang came to the New York Temple as guests.

After hearing Mo Du's question, Master Wang was sitting on a large comfortable chair, holding a cup of black tea with double milk and double sugar, and kept shaking his head.

"Master Gu Yi is inscrutable and his actions are beyond my comprehension!"

Master Wang grabbed a piece of delicate snacks on the small round table beside him and stuffed it into his mouth.

Modu lowered his head and tasted the black tea in the cup, hiding the look of resentment in his eyes!

(I feel uncomfortable, as if I have a cold, and the veins on my forehead are throbbing!)

It seems like I have a cold

(End of chapter)