The warden who guards the witches

The potion mixed with herbs and blood flowed into her throat. After a few seconds, Ophelia felt a burning warmth rising from her abdomen and pouring into her limbs.

The violent magic contained in the potion rushed in her body. This feeling of forcibly replenishing magic was not pleasant.

But she could indeed feel that the magic that was originally suppressed by the barrier rose back in an instant.

The power of her night family was back.

Then, she came to the door and began to knock on the cell door with her bare hands, trying to attract the attention of the prison guards.

The loud noises echoed in the corridor, and many prisoners who had already fallen asleep were woken up and began to curse her loudly.

The prison guard on duty was still paying attention to the alarm from the infirmary. When he heard someone making trouble in the cell, he immediately came out of the cell and shouted in the direction of Cell No. 8: "Cell No. 8, what are you doing? Be quiet! I told you not to knock, did you hear me?!"

Ophelia not only did not stop, but she even knocked on the cell door.

"Looking for death."

The prison guard on duty cursed, stretched out his hand and pulled the rope next to him, ready to call the riot police to drag the prisoner to the confinement room.

The riot police came a few minutes later than he expected, the cell door was gradually unlocked, and five fully armed riot police rushed in.

"Which prisoner is making trouble?" The riot police asked when they came in.

"Cell No. 8." The prison guard pointed to the end of the corridor.

The riot police gradually approached, and Ophelia saw the opportunity and bit her white wrist with her teeth.

Bright red blood gushed out of the wound, and then turned into a suspended red blade, which cut off two railings with two slashes. Ophelia took the opportunity to rush out of the cell and appeared in the corridor.

In fact, she could easily break through the cell door at the moment of recovering her magic power. The reason why she deliberately waited for the prison guards to call the riot police was to let them help her open the door.

Because the cell door was destroyed, the alarm in the core area rang immediately.

Seeing the red alert level prisoner suddenly rushing out of the cell, the riot police on the scene were dumbfounded on the spot - they were originally only here to deal with restless prisoners, and they didn't expect to encounter a prince-level vampire who had recovered magic power.

Ophelia was about to deal with these prison guards before they closed the door again, but at this time, the shadows behind these prison guards suddenly surged like boiling water.

The prison guards' attention was still on Ophelia, but before they could draw their guns, countless black claws stretched out from the shadows under their feet, grabbed their limbs and hung them in the air.

Ophelia was stunned for a moment. She recognized this spell. This was the specialty of the witch Daley. Those black claws were the shadow demons that the guy used.

"You made a wise choice." Ophelia turned her head.

The black claws stretched out from the inside of the cell door of cell No. 12, grabbed the railing and bent it. The witch Daley stepped out from between the railings in a leisurely step.

"Such a good opportunity is in front of me, of course I have no reason to let it go." Daley replied with a faint smile.

She waved her fingers, controlled the claws of the shadow demon to stuff all the prison guards into the monitoring room, and then closed the door of the monitoring room and broke the door lock.

"Why don't you two let me out first and then chat." Miru Jinu, who was standing in front of the cell door of cell No. 13, interrupted.

Although she was a witch who had reached the pinnacle of magic potions, demon contracts and sealing techniques, she was slightly inferior in combat.

She was unable to destroy the solid prison door, but she knew that Ophelia would not abandon her.

The plan to escape through riot was concocted by her, and the escape route was also found by her. Only she knew the whole plan.

"Stand back." Ophelia asked her to step back, and then used a sharp blade to help her cut the railing.

Mirujinu walked out of the prison door calmly and looked back at the succubus Fei'er who was sitting on the bed like a wooden chicken.

"Are you interested in joining me? Miss Succubus." She casually invited Fei'er.

Fei'er was stunned for a long time, and finally lay down on the bed tremblingly, covering her head with the quilt: "I... I was already asleep, I didn't see anything."

Her sentence was only a short year, so of course she would not get involved in such a prison escape plan.

She was a succubus with little combat power, and she was afraid that she would be killed by a stray bullet when the fight started later.

Mirujinu just said it casually, and naturally did not insist.

She turned to Ophelia and pointed to room 11: "Let her out too."

"Are you sure she will help us?" Ophelia was still a little worried.

Among the three prisoners that Aiden had won over, the one she was most unsure of was Avansha.

Daly and Arsenal were still people she could communicate with, but she had no idea what Avansha was thinking.

"Don't worry." Mirujinu responded confidently.

After a brief thought, Ophelia still manipulated the blood blade to cut the gate fence of room 11.

Avansha appeared at the door, but she did not come out immediately, but looked at the three people outside the door with a vigilant face.

At this time, Mirujinu came up to her with a smile and opened her arms to her: "Come on, Fanny!"

The memory revived in an instant, and Afansha seemed to wake up suddenly: "Mom?"

"Come here, it's time for us to go home." Mirujinu opened her arms to her.

Afansha looked at Mirujinu in confusion, and hesitated for a moment.

Her mother was actually going to take her away from this prison.

She just vaguely remembered that Aiden had warned her not to leave the prison.

Seeing that she did not move, Mirujinu stretched out her hand and lowered her voice: "I'll let you out, Fanny."

For a moment, a trace of fear flashed in Afansha's eyes.

She must not disobey her mother-the obedience that had been rooted in Afansha's mind since childhood reacted, and she walked out of the cell reflexively and put her slender but scarred right hand on Mirujinu's hand.

"Good child!" Mirujinu smiled with narrowed eyes.

"So that's how it is, you are indeed the witch Mirujinu." Daly folded her hands and said quietly behind her.

Although she did not know Mirujinu, she still knew a little about the other party-the once famous witch Mirujinu, after being expelled from the "Witch Assembly", devoted herself to the underworld, and used her accumulation in potion science and devil contracts to train the adopted children into killers, becoming the queen behind the killer world.

And Avansa is Mirujinu's most proud work.

"Let's not talk about this kind of trivial matter for now. The important thing now is to leave this cage." Mirujinu pulled Avansa out of the cell.

"Oh my god, someone actually escaped from prison!"

"Boss, please stay!"

"Take me with you!"

...

In order not to waste time, the four ignored the shouts of other prisoners and left the core area directly.

Avansa was mechanically dragged forward by Mirujinu, and the confusion in her eyes became more and more intense.