Voodoo, also known as "Voodoo", transliterated from the Latin Voodoo, is a primitive religion originating in West Africa that combines ancestor worship, animism, and spiritism.

This ancient sect is not as terrifying as the Western colonizers advertised, they worship animism, and "voodoo" is actually the meaning of "soul" and "elf" in the local dialect.

But many times, in difficult situations, often only those who are vicious and cruel can survive.

So, when the peoples of Africa were brutally oppressed by the colonizers, the wealth of voodoo was coveted by other other-supernatural forces. There are divisions within themselves.

Some of the voodoo followers took refuge in the Vagado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the time, and all of them became orthodox shamans, while the other part of the wanderers fully carried forward the evil part of voodoo and invented evil curses such as resurrection corpses and voodoo dolls.

The wizard who cast the spell on Kuyla was exposed to the knowledge of this part of the evil spirit while traveling in the Caribbean, and successfully integrated it into his own dark magic system, turning it into the cursed magic that Clark and they see now.

This magic is woven into a voodoo doll from the recipient's intimate clothing and hair, and as long as the spell is cast on the doll, no matter how far away it is, the curse can trace the soul message and fall on the person being cast, so Kuira's light and shadow illusion is useless.

It was also the first time that Clark had encountered such a strange situation, and he did not intend to dwell on it without knowing his opponent, and while waving his wand as a threat, he shouted at the black-clad bodyguards who were blocking behind him, "Get out of the way!" ”

Those bodyguards were just ordinary Muggles, and under the command of Clark's language mixed with the [Charm Human] ability, they were immediately obediently put aside.

It's just that seeing that the other party's back road has been opened, the countess and the dark wizard are still standing in place unhurriedly, and they don't mean to move at all.

Clark was vigilant, not knowing what the other party was selling, and a slightly dull voice came from behind Clark, making him subconsciously stop.

"No way!"

"When," Clark shuddered as he turned around and pointed his wand at the other party, and an invisible psionic energy erupted from the tip of the wand and turned into a tangible force that pushed the air towards the enemy.

It was a [Psychic Transformation System] ability that he had exchanged for 500 XP points in advance after he had just gone upstairs and saw that the situation was not good, [Secondary Shockwave].

[Secondary Blaster]: A level 1 ability that consumes 1 psionic point, you can convert psychic energy into telekinesis, spraying enemies with shock damage equivalent to 16 (intelligence) points.

However, in the face of the shock wave like an air cannon, the man who stood in the way hidden in the shadows only raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and the blue-black ink color was instantly covered with his fist that had swelled into the size of a casserole.

"Bang!"

The powerful iron fist collided with the telekinetic blast, and then, in a loud explosion, shattered it, dispersing into a wind that could only blow hair.

It was only then that Clark could see the face of the comer, who was the bald butler who often followed the countess.

At this moment, he took off the black suit he had been wearing, revealing the leather vest inside, and his swollen muscles almost burst the white shirt, and the whole person was in an almost perfect inverted triangle, with his head that was still shining in the night, full of intimidation.

"Didn't your teacher teach you not to let a knight get close?"

The dull sound was like a muffled thunder in the sky, shaking the scalp numb, and Clark once again consumed 1 point of psionic energy, releasing a secondary shockwave. However, this time, the bald butler didn't even swing his fists and feet, but just straightened his chest, relying on his well-developed chest muscles and the blessing of the knight's iron-blooded fighting spirit, and stubbornly withstood the blow.

The so-called iron-blooded fighting spirit is a unique extraordinary strength of knights. This lineage originated from King Arthur's Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot, who was the life energy of ordinary people who had been tempered thousands of times to develop their potential to the limit, and then consumed potions.

This kind of energy can make the knights as powerful as oxen, run like the wind, and with the blessing of fighting spirit, they can even be invulnerable, invulnerable, and invulnerable, which is an extraordinary system that wizards studied for their followers in order to protect themselves.

Clark wanted to cast the spell again, but the bald butler didn't give him a chance, and directly raised his foot to kick a side, and before Clark could react, the shadow of the wind directly kicked the wand in his hand into a cloud of sawdust.

A wizard without a wand is like a lion without claws, and in the face of Kuyla and Clark, who are just women and children, those black-clad bodyguards finally come into play.

They grabbed the two men who had lost their ability to resist and tied them tightly to the chairs with hemp rope.

Kouira seemed to be trying to make a final struggle, "You're going to kill me because I stole your limelight?" ”

"Nope! How much is the limelight worth? The key is the benefits. The Countess was in a good mood when she saw that her troubles were about to be resolved, and she answered Kuira's question very kindly.

"You don't know how many people are eating behind me. The fashion industry is a big Vanity Fair, it is cruel and orderly, it has its own set of unspoken rules, you are a newcomer, like a killer whale breaking in, rampage inside, you think you are brave, in fact you are stupid. ”

"You say you're looking for the same power as me, but it seems to me that people like you who come from the bottom don't understand how power works, and the kind of power you're looking for is just ridiculous speculation.

Power is not fighting and killing, power is human sophistication! ”

"I know you killed my mother." Coyla yelled what she had been wanting to say to the Countess.

The countess did not show the slightest surprise on her face, as if she was not surprised by her murder, "Ah, then you have to be more specific." ”

"What?"

"You've got to tell me who it is first, and let me narrow it down. I have come this way, and my feet have been stained with too much blood, and there are countless losers who have fallen in front of me. ”

The indifference in her words stung Kouira deeply.

"On the cliff, the three dogs you commanded pounced on her."

"Ah~ When you say that, I remember, it turns out that you are her daughter, no wonder you are so ...... Odd in the head...... Nervous.

That's why you're angry and that's why you're doing all these things? Revenge for your mother? Ah, a daughter who lurks beside her enemies in order to slay her enemies, this is really a family story that can be sung and cried. ”

"I'm going to kill you, and your dog." Kuyla tilted her head and grinned, smiling wildly and hysterically.

"That'...... I'm looking forward to it. ”