You call this a black hand?

Mrs. Chelsea rarely goes out.

For some reason, she has never even set foot outside the manor in the past two years.

But tonight, she took a quaint carriage and quietly arrived at a small town on the outskirts of Graham.

At this moment, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse in the sky. The evening wind carries the moisture from the sea and blows on the fields outside the town. The flowers and plants on the roadside are rippling along with the sound of rolling wheels, making it appear peaceful and peaceful.

However, when the carriage entered the town, the surrounding world suddenly changed dramatically.

Dark clouds were covering the top of the head, and the electric light flashed in the dark clouds, and the dull roar came one after another, as if something terrifying was brewing.

Countless dead souls in tattered robes are gathering together, with a certain core as the origin under the dark clouds, forming a horrifying skeletal ball shrouded in black mist, from which terrifying ghostly cries can be heard one after another.

They look extremely scary, but if you look closely, you can find that these dead souls are just instinctively protecting themselves at this moment.

The objects they are avoiding are four black-feathered giant eagles soaring in and outside the dark sea of ​​clouds!

The giant eagles are wrapped with dark blue thunder, and the eagle eyes release dazzling light. Every time they flap their wings, the black ball of dead souls will twist and turbulence, as if it may collapse at any time.

Correspondingly, there will be waves of terrifying waves in the town below, like a tsunami storm coming.

As a result, the roofs of row upon row of buildings in the town were constantly being lifted off, and trees were uprooted.

Wild dogs whined and barked on the roadside, and their wails were mixed in with the screams of the townspeople, which seemed very inconspicuous.

All the scenes indicate that this place is on the verge of destruction.

Until that inconspicuous carriage passed by, like an eraser, gently wiping by, the strong storm that ravaged the town suddenly dissipated.

From movement to stillness, various items blown up by the wind scattered all over the ground along with their inertia. A large number of dead souls gathered into balls screamed and dispersed at this moment, turning into countless figures and hiding in the shadows in every corner of the town.

Shivering.

But this did not attract the attention of the giant eagles in the sea of ​​clouds.

The storm below is just an incidental product when they flap their wings.

At this moment, their attention was all focused on the deepest part of the town, in the direction of a remote manor.

As it hovered and soared, the pair of dazzling eagle eyes stared angrily at it from time to time, and lightning bolts roared and struck away, white light flashing one after another.

However, when these terrifying thunders hit the manor in the air, they would disappear inexplicably.

The manor looks peaceful, with the outermost steel fence covered with vines.

At the end of the barren lawn is a stone and brick castle with a very ancient appearance.

Moss covers the castle walls, and a long giant flag is hung in the center of the castle, trembling in the wind. The black eagle and crown symbols on it come alive under the light of the laser, as if an eagle king will emerge from it at any time.

But in the end, nothing happened to the giant flag. Instead, after a short scream in the castle, it became dim.

And the four terrifying giant eagles hovering in the sky suddenly ignited with several beams of pure black flames at this moment.

A shrill wail then spread over the entire town, causing the trembling townspeople to scream in fear again.

But what followed immediately was a period of calm.

It was truly calm, because the cause of the disaster had been burned into four piles of ashes and blown away by the wind without a trace.

Disaster comes suddenly and goes away quickly.

Only at the ancient manor at the end of the town, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Mrs. Chelsea's carriage stopped outside the gate of the manor, motionless. The driver's eyes were staring at the closed gate of the manor, his face expressionless, like a walking corpse.

However, when a person walked out of the manor and saw him, a trace of fear clearly flashed in his eyes.

"Good day, Miss Isabella."

The serious voice broke the strange atmosphere here. The middle-aged gentleman with a mustache walked up to the carriage, raised his hand, took off his hat, and bowed to the carriage.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still so beautiful."

"The Refaeli family has made considerable contributions to the wizarding world."

Mrs. Chelsea in the carriage did not show up, but her hoarse voice reached the other party's ears very clearly.

"The electro-optical technique invented by Amber Refaeli is every wizard's first choice when starting out."

"But they went against the truth."

The middle-aged gentleman said softly: "The fate has already revealed that death is the final destination of this family."

"You have been hunting down the Refaeli family for seven hundred years, killing their eleven heads and hundreds of members."

"To completely wipe this bloodline from the world is one of our many missions."

The middle-aged gentleman smiled and replied, "It's an honor for me to complete this mission today."

"Twenty years ago, the current generation of the Lefali family swore allegiance to Chelsea."

"If I have offended, please forgive me, madam."

The gentleman said: "But as far as I know, after you succeeded as the head of the family, their family rarely listened to your orders."

"But just now, they faced the call of fate, but they still tried to threaten the life of a small town to force you to come here——"

He did not finish his words, because at the same time as he spoke, the dark clouds above began to make a dull roar again.

The middle-aged gentleman looked up in shock, only to see a fearful black giant python appearing there at some point, circling and poking its head out from the depths of the dark clouds.

Massive thunder swirled around its terrifying body, releasing a dazzling light that enveloped the earth, as if day had fallen.

It was so big that it was like an ancient ferocious beast had reappeared in this world. The entire sea of ​​clouds covering most of its body seemed to have become part of its coiled giant body.

As the ferocious beast came quietly from high in the sky, the strong sense of oppression made the middle-aged gentleman's straight waist unconsciously become rickety.

"What do you want?" He gave in decisively.

"Your purpose."

"I'm afraid this will disappoint you."

The gentleman said bitterly: "I am just one of many believers who believe in the truth, and I am not qualified to listen to the revelation of fate."

"If even God-Slayer Guderian is not qualified to understand the so-called revelation, who else is qualified?"

The hoarse voice was full of sarcasm, "Luka Jozi?"

"Of course the bishop is qualified, but apart from him, I'm afraid no one can win this honor."

The middle-aged gentleman's tone was extremely sincere, as if he really didn't know anything about it.

But Mrs. Chelsea didn't believe it.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage, and then there was a burst of faint words.

"The International Council of Wizards is drafting a bill to purge cultists and ancient mystics. If passed, you guys will become street rats."

"The truth will be oppressed in this world," the middle-aged gentleman smiled when he heard this, "but the light of truth will never be extinguished due to oppression."

"I can keep it from passing."

This time it was the middle-aged gentleman's turn to be silent.

After frowning for a while, he said with some difficulty: "We will listen to the real apocalypse."

His tone when he said this was extremely obscure, as if he was repeating someone's words.

"Pointing to where?"

"Prophecy of the Disciples, Part Three."

"What a delusion..."

"Delusion? This is destined, no one can stop it!"

An unconcealable enthusiasm suddenly appeared in the middle-aged gentleman's words.

"The world will usher in the arrival of the eldest son of destiny, who will lead us back to the original state. If you are wise enough, you should prepare early!"

This sudden change in tone made him seem to instantly become another person, crazy, arrogant and full of confidence.

However, as if it didn't bother to respond to this, the quaint carriage started quietly and headed back towards Graham City under the steady driving of the driver.

The middle-aged gentleman said nothing more. After bowing and saluting the carriage as it left, he put on his hat and hurried to the other side of the road, eventually disappearing without a trace.

The town has completely returned to calm, and the thick black clouds in the sky slowly dissipated.

A ray of pure moonlight swayed down through the gap in the clouds, illuminating a few withered weeds in the courtyard of the ancient manor.

A storm ended just like that.

After returning to Graham, Mrs. Chelsea, dressed in an elegant black dress, stepped out of the carriage with a slightly puzzled expression.

The silver-haired old butler was already waiting at the gate of the manor. Seeing the owner of the family appear, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Madam, regarding the mixed-race association, the results have been achieved."

"So fast?"

Mrs. Chelsea, who was slightly absent-minded, came back to her senses after hearing this, and her tone was a little surprised.

"Your little grandson just got in today, right? Has the mission been completed?"