The demise of the Shadow Man didn't give Emilia much of a vampire, and she didn't even know what was going on. But for www.biquge.info a group of people far away in Europe, the news was unusually shocking.

Seeing the black crystal in front of him suddenly explode, countless fragments fell to the ground and quickly turned into ashes, and the eyes of a group of guys wrapped in wide cloaks suddenly showed a look of horror and inexplicability.

"How is it possible that the Shadow Assassin is dead?"

It was a middle-aged man with very deep facial features who spoke, and his scarlet eyes and fangs on the side of his mouth fully revealed his identity as a vampire. Looking at his clothes and dress, he is very elegant, and you can see at a glance that he is a guy who pays attention to image issues.

And now, he didn't seem to care about his image at all, only to see his mouth open and his face full of disbelief to look at the group of women sitting in front of him. He even began to dance and shout.

"Is it wrong for you witches? My shadow assassin, my Satsuma. How could it be that he died like this! ”

Hearing this, both the people around him and the witches he accused showed sympathy for him. The Shadow Assassin Satsuma is one of the most loyal subordinates of the vampire Grand Elder who occupies three seats in the Dark Council, as well as his closest lover.

With their strange tricks and brilliant cunning, the two of them have gradually grown a vampire family into a member of the council. Along the way, hand in hand, through countless ups and downs, hundreds of years have never changed. This kind of affection and tacit understanding has been admired by countless insiders.

Now, however, the Shadow Assassin Satsuma is dead. It is understandable that the Great Elder expressed such despair.

Many people began to sympathize with his plight, and the pain of suddenly hearing that his loved one was not there would indeed make people's sanity completely collapse.

"Your Excellency, Great Elder, the festival of mourning is good. Soul crystals never go wrong, you should know. In the face of the call of the vampire archelder, some people sympathized, but there were still people who were indifferent.

A witch responded coldly to what he had just said, obviously in her opinion, no matter how big the problem with other people's feelings, she was not qualified to question her own professionalism.

Listening to the witch tell the truth that everyone had confirmed, the vampire archelder could no longer hold back the pain in his heart. He roared, and the five fingers of his hands snapped into sharp claws. The arms also became the wings of bats. Then, like a black shadow, it flew out of this castle.

"Where is he going?" Someone looked at the crazy vampire Grand Elder who had disappeared into the night and asked. But no one wants to answer this question of his.

Some of them are reluctant to answer, while others are indifferent. Without the Shadow Assassin, this vampire Grand Elder is actually equivalent to losing half of his strength. He couldn't sit still. Then the rest of these people naturally won't take him very seriously.

"The Great Elder looks a little sad too much, let him be quiet for the time being. Let's take a look at what to do with this tough opponent. A voice suddenly rang out, setting the tone for the matter. And for this order, no one dared to oppose it.

It was the head of the witches who spoke, and the Speaker of the Dark Council. She is the most powerful of all the people here. At the same time, he is also the most trusted one of their Majesty the Queen. The combination of power and power made it so that no one here dared to contradict her words.

She glanced at the silent vampires, then at her cronies. The figure hidden in the cloak began to make an old sound.

"Does the Bloodline have any other means?"

"There's nothing we can do, Your Excellency." A vampire bowed down and replied in a low voice.

"So, my witches. Do you guys have any ideas? She turned her head back to her cronies. The mysterious and weird-looking witches exchanged their heads and gave her an answer.

"Perhaps we can try to curse him, Your Excellency the Speaker."

"Very well, then use this. If that doesn't work, we'll think of something else. The Speaker thought for a moment. Thinking that this method was feasible, he nodded to his cronies and witches.

Soon, a group of witches came forward. They drew a strange pattern on the ground. The pattern is like a lot of geometric figures tangled together, and the mere sight of it makes people a little dizzy. And when the pattern was drawn, the witches stood around it and chanted incantations to it that no one understood.

The pattern drawn on the ground with the blood of a black cat and unknown powder began to glow a bewitching red light in the spells of the witches. And with the appearance of the light, the witches collectively cut their wrists, allowing their own blood to drip on the lines that radiated the light.

As soon as the blood fell to the ground, it immediately turned into green flames. The soaring flames swayed and looked even more eerie.

At this time, the witches hurriedly grabbed feathers, lizards, toads, insects and other things from their bodies and threw them into the flames. As soon as these things entered the flames, they vanished without a trace. It didn't look like it had been burned to ashes, and it didn't look like it had been hidden in some way. It's more like something invisible hiding in it and quietly devouring it.

And as these things disappeared completely, the green flames suddenly rose, and began to glow a strong red in the heart of the flames. The flames were rising, and a smell of sulfur came from the flames. And that means. This high-level curse magic takes effect.

Patterns are a way to summon demons and communicate with them. The blood of witches is the source of assurance and mana. Bits and pieces, both the magic weapons of witches and the vicious spells cast on the cursed. When all these conditions were met, the demon came and accepted the cursed contract. He will be the perpetrator of that curse, torturing the cursed and reaping his soul at the end as his reward.

The witches' ritual has reached its final stage, and all that is needed is a message from the cursed to complete the last remaining steps of the ritual.

At this time, someone handed over a sketch, which depicted Zhou Yi's appearance in great detail. At the same time, someone else brought over the black crystal ashes that had just been shattered.

The crystal was the natal stone of the shadow assassin Satsuma, and at the moment of Satsuma's death, it also recorded the breath that caused Satsuma's death. And with the sense of appearance and breath, the demon who accepted the contract can completely find the existence of the target.

The witches placed these things in the cursed magic circle, and the flames immediately lifted them to the center of the circle like a pair of large hands. A gloomy and terrifying laugh rang out from the circle, and it meant that the curse had been accomplished. The demons are on the move.

Hearing this laughter, the witches who cast the spell looked at each other and smiled, all they had to do now was wait for the final ending.

For centuries. The witches have killed a lot of powerful people in this way. Among them were some powerful priests and knights, even those who were given holy names. So they are very confident in their curse.

The witches' unpredictable powers will once again intimidate the entire council and extract more power and resources for them. This is what they are about to get, and even the Grand Speaker sitting on the throne has no doubt.

However, things didn't turn out the way they thought.

Minutes and seconds passed. The magic array didn't change as they thought. As is customary, the demon's vision should have been conjured up on the circle at this time, and it would begin to show them how the cursed were suffering. But now, there are no visions on the magic array.

This gave the Speaker a sense of foreboding. She was the most powerful of the witches, and her knowledge of the cursed magic was the deepest of all present. And not moving for such a long time is already an extremely abnormal thing.

The demon who has signed the contract will not break the contract casually, and the will of the witch king is monitoring the implementation of the contract. If something goes wrong, then it can only be with the cursed. But what can go wrong with a cursed guy?

She was still thinking, suddenly. There was a change in the magic circle.

A little fire flickered in the center of the magic circle. This caused the witches, who had been waiting anxiously, to look at what was going on inside. They thought it was a message from a demon, but it wasn't what they thought.

A monstrous demonic phantom first appeared in the flames, and then a golden flame spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye. The green flames were blazing, as if trying to stop the spread of the golden flames. But they simply couldn't stop the obviously more magical flames.

The lower half of the demonic phantom's body had been completely engulfed in gold. He was screaming and wailing. Let all the witches around him hear the pain in his voice. But it didn't serve any purpose, the flames rose extremely quickly, just a few breaths. It completely engulfed the demon's body, and at the same time completely prevented him from making any more sounds.

The demon is dead? Almost all witches ask such questions in their minds. They've never seen anything like this weird. You must know that the guy who can be summoned to perform the curse is not an ordinary small character. Even in hell. They are also first-class powerhouses. Far from being an existence that those so-called exorcists are capable of fighting against.

How could such a guy die like this, and still die so bizarrely in front of their eyes?

The flames were still rising, and a look of horror suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Grand Council. The strange sight in front of her reminded her of some secrets that ordinary people didn't know, so she hurriedly shouted at her cronies and witches.

"Dangerous. Turn off the magic circle for me. ”

The witches didn't know what was happening, but instinctively, they immediately carried out the Speaker's orders. But it was too late.

The golden flames immediately burst out, like a pure gold fire dragon rising into the sky, and the flying flames not only brought deadly heat, but also unimaginable divine power.

The witches on the edge of the magic circle were burned to the ground in an instant. And the light of the flames. For the vampires present, it was even more deadly. It was as if a huge sun had suddenly appeared before their eyes, and any vampire who dared to face the dragon's fire turned into a cloud of flying ashes.

For a moment, the entire Dark Council felt as if it were in another world. There was a lot of heat, a lot of light, and a lot of despair.

The Speaker finally figured out who they were up against. But when she thought about it, she felt a pang of despair. Because it was a god who walked in the world, and fighting against the gods was definitely something she hadn't thought about. (To be continued.) )