Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

"The target is out."

In the high-rise buildings nearly three kilometers away from the five-star hotel affiliated with the Kamo Family, there are basically a few people standing on the roof of each building, wearing all kinds of fancy clothes.

One of them is a wanted criminal with a bounty from the Spell Masters Association. Basically, each of these Spell Masters has a telescope. When they saw the vehicle of Isayama Nomei, Natsu Youjie, Gojo Satoru and his entourage leaving the hotel, , there was an immediate commotion among the crowd.

But the strange thing is that none of these brutal thugs who have committed numerous crimes, tied their heads above their belts, and dared to take risks is even ready to take action.

Because reason told them that this was a fatal move, and the tragic situation at An Daofu International Resort Hotel was simply the most powerful deterrent.

Although we don’t know what kind of creature caused the attack, the huge bite marks left at the scene could fit two adults lying sideways.

That is enough to persuade you to quit.

But these hungry jackals with their eyes glowing green are unwilling to leave. Although the target's strength far exceeds expectations, those who are still here are just thinking about it, maybe there will be a chance, but that is after all. A very high bounty of over 100 million yen, a full nine figures.

After finishing this job, you can go home and get married. From now on, Jinpen will quit working.

But when one of the curse masters accidentally looked at the building next door with the telescope in his hand, he saw one of the curse masters who had wrapped his thin body in an airtight black robe even in broad daylight. There is the strange skull-shaped staff in his hand.

Wanting to get a better look at the appearance of the crutch, his exploration was discovered by the other side. In his sight, he could only see a pair of bright red pupils that seemed to be dripping with blood, staring straight at him from the dark hood. Looking at him.

Just a glance at the blood-red pupil kept dilating, and then he felt severe pain coming from his head and then lost consciousness and fell completely into darkness.

I only felt a swift evil wind passing by, and the originally bright sky had now become dim. A cloud formed by magic power temporarily obscured the sun above.

A terrifying thing happened in the eyes of the people around him. There was an inexplicable dent visible to the naked eye on the unlucky man's neck, as if a pair of invisible hands were strangling his neck, and there was a crackling sound of fractures.

The strange thing is that the man still has a smile on his face, and he is not aware of this fatal suffocation at all.

Bones were broken with thunderbolts, flesh and blood were violently torn off, and the blood from the carotid artery spurted out like a fountain. Only after being bathed in blood did they see the culprit clearly.

He was a black man, only about one meter tall, with small hands but covered in blood. He probably had the hands of a four or five-year-old child with a hint of immaturity.

But these hands used huge force to twist the neck of a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, rotated 450 degrees, broke it off, and twisted it off with unusual violence.

Suddenly, there was an unusually clear and crisp sound of hammer hitting nails.

Almost instantly, the head that was torn off and thrown to the ground exploded like a watermelon that was crushed to pieces after being run over by a car.

The victim's brains spurted out along with the blood, and stuck to the faces of the surrounding bystanders, smearing their faces.

In the end, only a bloody, headless corpse was left, swaying to the ground.

The scary kid stepped on the "water" wantonly in the newly formed pool of blood. His clearly visible little feet moved back and forth at a very fast speed, leaving clear marks that were not spread out.

After getting tired of playing, he directly picked up a round object on the ground from the blood and put it into his mouth.

There are also beads with optic nerves, which must be eyeballs, but because the head exploded so easily, even the optic nerves are still stuck on it.

Even these experienced curse masters couldn't stand this "squeaky noodles" scene, and some of them even retched.

But at some point, the venue was completely empty.

Those who stayed there were all stupid and experienced. When they felt something was wrong or there was any sign of trouble, they ran away immediately, so most of the curse masters retreated immediately.

The building opposite was even more clear, and everyone looked at the skinny figure like a tiger or a scorpion, fearing to avoid it.

The child-like magic spirit, the iconic bat and snake-shaped scepter, and this curse that is as painful as the sting of a needle.

"It's actually him. I didn't expect such a large bounty to be paid to him."

A spellcaster who was frantically going down the stairs thought for a moment and immediately thought of some of the more famous people in the world. He immediately guessed his true identity.

Compared with what that bastard did, nine out of ten of their group of curse masters can be considered clean. He is the real evil when a small witch is seen as a big witch.

Moreover, he is cruel and has a very explosive temper. He will kill anyone if he becomes ruthless.

"We can't stay in this damn place anymore."

The curser cursed and said to his companions

"Made, take out your passport. We will go directly to the airport after we get off."

When this famous boss in the world of curse masters appeared, he knew that this huge wealth was no longer possible for them.

Even if you continue to stay here, you may be affected, and even your life will be threatened. It is not necessarily possible.

Because two of the top ten most evil special spell tools in the world are in the hands of that old man.

Not to mention refining, those things must consume a large amount of human flesh and blood as fuel every time they are used in order to be driven.

He is blacklisted by more than 110 countries around the world and is absolutely prohibited from entering the country. He is hunted by the magic circles in various countries. He is not immune.

Codenamed [Gu Doctor], people only know that he comes from Southeast Asia. No one knows where his hometown really is. He also masters the most evil spell in Southeast Asia and the most harmful spell to Tianhe, [Spiritual Death Technique]

He is a leading figure among underground curse masters in Southeast Asia and one of the strongest forces in the local curse world. This time he actually appeared directly in Neon itself.

"What on earth is the Conjurer Association doing? It actually allows this kind of monster to enter the country."

The Curse Master couldn't believe that such a legendary and dangerous person would actually appear here. How could he bypass the barrier?

Because the Tianyuan transformation is imminent, the entire Neon barrier defense is actually very weak, and there are even several obvious loopholes at sea.

Now there is something wrong with the people in the barrier, and the great barrier is basically no longer worthy of its name, so it is the time when the neon spell world is at its weakest, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts appear one after another.

It’s okay if you don’t want this money.

If you have money, you have to spend it.

"This bunch of brats is miserable."

There was a hint of schadenfreude in the curser's heart. That old bastard was not a guy who would attack head-on. Every time he used the method, he was very cunning.

"Driver, drive faster, the lunch break is almost over."

Riko Tenten patted her headrest and said anxiously.

The driver is still Isayama Nomei, because he is the only one among them who has a driver's license. Why don't all these bastards take a few more tests?

Hearing Riko Tenuchi's urging, Isayama Norimei simply stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and started rapid overtaking mode.

"Okay, right."

"Fasten your seat belts, I'm going to speed up."

It didn't matter that Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie had strong physiques. He mainly told Tennai Ion and Miss Kuroi.

Then these two ordinary people immediately realized what it means to follow the heart of a car.

Isayama Nomei's driving skills are like a slippery loach. Find every opportunity in the crowded road and change lanes as your heart desires.

The original journey of more than half an hour was shortened to ten minutes.

After opening the door, Tenuchi Riko walked crookedly towards the school, like a walking zombie without reason.

As she walked, she covered her mouth.

Said: "It's so scary."

I never want to ride in a car driven by Isayama Norimei again.

Santa Maria Cathedral Private Academy is a serious religious school. There are churches and other places of worship in the school, and the place is quite large. There is also separate independent parking.

"We agreed that if anything went wrong, one of us would immediately take her back to the Conjuring High School."

Isayama Norimei warned him worriedly, although he felt that none of the curse masters in this area posed a big threat to him.

But just to be on the safe side, I'd better talk to Xia Youjie, Gojo Satoru and the others.

Since there were three of them, two of them were left to support any opponents who might be in trouble, and one of them was able to break out.

After sending Riko Tenuchi away, the four of them suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

All four of them could use a break. In terms of defense, there is a barrier built by Xia Youjie outside. If there is any trouble, the barrier he set up should be able to block it a little.

"But I still think he should be sent to a junior college. I always feel an ominous premonition."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but something about this school gave him a vague feeling that something was not quite right, as if there was something secretly there that made him taboo.

It's not very comfortable and I want to leave.

So Gojo Satoru immediately took action. That's what he did and called the school directly.

Gojo Satoru called Mr. Noctua, but the teacher's reply was quite unexpected.

"What? Let me try my best to meet his requirements?"

"Is there any mistake? I'm not her bodyguard or nanny. How can I provide such good service?"

"That's what Master Tianyuan said. It's useless for you to tell me."

Noctua's tone was also very helpless, but an order was an order, and orders from above could not be changed.

"You must try your best to satisfy Tennai Riko's request. This is Lord Tianyuan's order."

Is this some kind of hypocritical compassion?

Gojo Satoru shook his head, feeling very helpless.

"Oh, I'm really lax."

"Don't say that, other curse masters may not have the guts to hit us."

Xia Youjie felt angry and funny when he saw Gojo Satoru's decadent look.

Said helplessly

"It was Isayama Nomei's fault all along. The two of us basically haven't made any moves yet. You're just shouting that you're tired."

"At Riko's age, you must be very reluctant to let go of your friends and people close to you, right?"

"But once the assimilation ceremony begins, Riko will lose them all."

"So just let her be for now."

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything, he just took Isayama Norimei out for a walk and took a look at the school, which was better than just standing there.

So Xia Youjie and Miss Heijing were asked to stay where they were.

"Because Ms. Riko has no family, her parents died when she was young, so I have always been taking care of her."

Miss Kuroi said seriously to Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru

"So please let her stay with her friends a little longer."

After finishing his words, Kuroi bowed deeply towards the three people in front of him, as if he was asking for a favor.

"Then, Miss Kuroi, you are Riko's relative."

A smile appeared on Xia Youjie's face

His reply made Miss Kuroi slightly stunned, and then she nodded heavily.

"Yes!"

But suddenly Kuroi's eyes widened, and her tone was hesitant.

"Is that your spell? Mr. Xia You."

After all, Xia Youjie’s technique is [Spell Manipulation Technique]

"Um?"

Following Miss Kuroi's gaze, Xia Youjie suddenly saw a dark child standing next to him at some point, grabbing his trouser leg.

When he saw Xia Youjie's gaze, the child-like curse spirit grinned strangely at him.

"Why isn't the barrier triggered?"

Suddenly a chill rushed into Xia Youjie's heart, and his eyes that had been squinted suddenly widened.

He said loudly to Miss Kuroi

"Run! Stay away from here."

On the other side, undercurrents were also surging, and the minions from behind were also pointed at them.

In the Qilu Mountain of the Western Capital, legend has it that a terrifying curse spirit is sealed. As long as it is given seven days to resurrect, seven days to regain its power, and seven days to destroy the world.

Sounds like a story, but what if this legend is true.

The shrines of Qilu Mountain were set up for this reason. They were originally guarded by several spellcasters and witches all year round, but now they have died and turned into cold corpses.

There is a naturally formed pit deep in the Qilu Mountain, where a large amount of rainwater has accumulated. Strange blood-colored runes are scattered around it. I don’t know why the air is filled with a disgusting smell of sulfur.

There is a complete torii gate erected on the lake in the center. I don’t know what kind of wood it is made of, but it has not decayed for hundreds of years. The red paint on it is still bright, and underneath is a huge black stone five meters long. The part above the water is connected by two royal knots.

The stone looked extremely ominous, and there was a faint black curse seeping out of the surface.

There is a bloated monster standing on the water not far away? It can only be vaguely seen that he is a man, because half of his body has several bloody flesh balls, which seem to be moved away. There is a face on each flesh ball, as if it has grown out of his body. of.

In addition to the extremely painful expressions, these faces also have obvious sutures on their foreheads, and blood overflows from the sutures.

On the surrounding stone walls, there were thousands of believers wearing white clothes and holding white lanterns.

The ceremony is about to begin.

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