The Werther family is still going to be gone.

The old family owner actually understands in his heart that now, the collapse of the family is almost inevitable. Because even if they were just lost and regained, they were the only family in the world that still had the inheritance of demon summoning.

When Helmo chooses to use the demon's body to achieve his "great cause", it is almost doomed to the demise of their Werther family.

After all, who wants to keep the possibility of knowing their weaknesses?

Even if they don't even know what the demons will have called "weaknesses".

"Master, the outside is surrounded by those living corpses, we ...... If we don't attack again, I'm afraid they're going to come in! ”

A man rushed in through the door in a hurry, forgetting even to knock on the door. But for these rules that must be followed in the past, the current old master does not care anymore, let alone blame more.

"Let everybody do nothing...... As long as they haven't moved, we don't have to move either. The old master shook his head and said, "Those are just the living dead who have been torn apart and resurrected, they are not to be feared...... It's just, don't do it, got it? ”

"But, why—"

Before the wizard could finish asking, the old man stared at him suddenly, and he had to take the words back—the old man had been in charge of the Werther family for so many years, and the majesty of the head of the family had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that he did not dare to go beyond the norm at all.

"Alright, let's go down!"

Seeing that the door was gently closed again, the old man took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead a little tiredly, and then let out a long sigh.

He was not allowed to take the initiative to attack, so naturally he would not be lucky, hoping that Helbo would let them go for the sake of their Witte family's obedientness.

Helbo is by no means the kind of soft-hearted person, absolutely not!

And the reason why he did this was purely to save the last hope of the Werther family as much as possible - he had already handed over his two grandsons to the people, as long as the fire could be left, the Werther family could not be regarded as completely destroyed.

As for the person entrusted by the old family owner, it was none other than his youngest son, Charlotte's father, Norman Witt.

"Helmo, you must know that the living dead alone can't help my Werther family. Plus McLean's kid cut off most of your men's strength...... You're going to come in person, aren't you? ”

He sat behind the large desk, pursed his lips slightly, and thought to himself.

"Come on! We're not going anywhere, we're not going anywhere...... My Werther family is waiting for you right here, so you can have a good time-"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang downstairs, the sound of a magical house wall being smashed like a child's building block.

The old man knew that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

However, he was not in a hurry. Even after that, there were a series of crashing and wailing sounds below, but his movements were still unhurried.

He picked up his wand from the shelf next to him, and then gently removed his chair and walked to the center of the study.

Then, I saw him flip his wand upside down and make a slight stroke from top to bottom, and the daily robe he was wearing suddenly turned into an old wizard's robe that looked quite simple and simple.

The six-pointed star array with gold stripes on a black background, goat horns, a magic wand, and a family crest with narrow blue eyes were the only decorations on the black wizard's robes.

This is the costume of the head of the family that has been passed down from generation to generation in their Werther family, and it has no special effect, but it represents the inheritance of their Werther family, nothing more.

After changing his clothes, the old man opened his legs again and walked towards the door of the study step by step.

A moment later, as he descended the stairs into the hall, he saw that it had become a living purgatory.

“…… Victor. ”

"The name of this family is 'Werther,' Mr. Helpo."

The old man was holding a magic wand and wearing a black robe, and his vicissitudes of white hair actually looked a little abrupt. In particular, in this hall, which was already stained with scarlet, it was even more contrasting.

Old Werther stood on the edge of the stairs, looking at the tall black figure standing in the center, his eyes seemed to be a little shaken - is that the "demon"? The forbidden magic that their family has lost several times, and what they have summoned?

After a momentary glance, he silently looked away again, scanning the hall.

It seems that Helmo has not yet slaughtered all the people here, but they have all been forced into a corner and trembling, and death or immortality is only a matter of Helbo's thoughts.

"Oh, is it all Werther...... So, what's your name? ”

"Sir, would you still like to remember my name?" The old master tightened the wand in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "That's really an honor." ”

"Well, no—"

But Helbo didn't even look at him, just shook his red palm slightly, and said casually:

"I just took advantage of the situation and asked...... If you want me to remember, you have to show enough strength to make me remember. Like, that amazing young man, McLean. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the old master saw Helbo's figure disappear from his field of vision. When he landed, the alarm in his heart suddenly appeared, and his figure was also illusory.

In the next second, a huge fist slammed out from behind him, striking through his figure.

But at that moment, the figure of the old master suddenly turned from real to imaginary, and like a black-gray ghost, it burst into a distance of more than ten feet.

Then, as if the two had swapped places, nothing happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Helbo suddenly nodded as if he understood something, and looked at the afterimage trail left by the old master's movement and said:

"You're going to die."

This inexplicable sentence seems to be stating a fact, and it does not contain any provocative meaning.

"Yes, sir."

The old master didn't seem to have the intention of hiding it, and calmly affirmed Helbo's statement.

In fact, this is a kind of soul magic that originated in ancient times, and at the cost of giving up one's life, oneself is transformed into a half-virtual and half-real soul state.

Helbo's movements just now were too fast, and the old master's movements were also very fast, but he actually couldn't avoid the former's attack. It was only because of this magic that he was immune to physical attacks that he left the place unharmed.

It's a pity that magic like this, which costs a lot but has little effect, is nothing more than chicken ribs in Helbo's eyes.

"Obviously, you're not enough for me to remember your name."

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