Chapter 243： Demon Curse

The demise of the shadow man did not give Emilia a vampire too much feeling, even she did not know what happened. But for a group of people far from home in Europe, the news is unusually amazing.

Looking at the black crystal in front of him suddenly burst, countless pieces fell to the ground and quickly turned into a gray, a group of people wrapped in a wide cloak in the eyes suddenly stunned and inexplicable look.

"It's already dead, how is this possible?"

He spoke of a middle-aged man with a very deep facial expression. The scarlet eyes and the fangs on his lips fully showed his vampire status. Seeing his dress and dressing is not very elegant, at first glance he knows that he is a guy who pays great attention to image problems.

Now, he doesn't seem to care about his image at all. I saw him open his mouth and looked incredulously at a group of women sitting facing him. Even began to scream and dance.

"Is this group of witches wrong? My shadow assassin, my Satsuma. How could it be so dead?"

Hearing this, both the people around him and the witches who were accused by him showed a sympathetic look to him. Shadow Assassin Satsuma is one of the most loyal men of the vampire elders who occupy three seats in the Dark Council, and is also the closest lover.

The two rely on awesome means and excellent powers to make a vampire family a member of the parliament. All the way together, after countless ups and downs, has never changed in hundreds of years. This kind of feelings and tacit understanding make countless insiders admire.

However, the shadow assassin Satsuma is now dead. It is understandable that the elders show such despair.

Many people began to sympathize with his encounters. This kind of sudden hearing of the pain of love and love does cause the rationality of people to completely collapse.

"Grand elders, the festival is sorrowful. The soul crystal has never gone wrong, you should know." Faced with the call sign of the vampire elder, some people sympathize, but still some people are indifferent.

A witch responded coldly to his words. Obviously, in her opinion, other people's feelings are not qualified to question their professionalism even if they have a big problem.

Listening to the witch telling the truth that everyone has confirmed, the vampire elder can no longer endure the pain inside. He screamed, his hands and fingers violently protruding sharp sharp claws. The arms also became the wings of the bat. Then it was like a shadow, flying out of the castle.

"He is going where he is going." Someone looked at the mad mad vampire elder who disappeared into the night. But no one is willing to answer his question.

Some of them are unwilling to answer, while others are indifferent. Lost the shadow assassin, this vampire elder is actually equivalent to losing half of the power. He has been sitting in his own position. Then the rest of these people will naturally not put him in the eye.

"The elders seem to be a bit sad, let him calm down for a while. Let's see how to deal with this difficult opponent." A voice suddenly sounded, setting the tone for this matter. No one dares to oppose this order.

It is the head of the witch and the speaker of the Dark Council. She is the most powerful of all the people present. It is also one of the most trusted by their Queen. Power and rights add up so that no one here dares to refute her words.

She first looked at the silent vampires and then glanced at her cronies. The figure that obscured in the cloak began to make an old voice.

"Is there any other means for the blood family?"

"We have nothing to do, Grand Chancellor." A vampire squatted and whispered.

"So, my witches. Do you have any thoughts?" She turned her head to her own cronies. The witches who looked mysterious and weird whispered and gave her a reply.

"Maybe we can try to curse him, Lord Speaker."

"Very good, then use this. If not, we will think of other ways." The big speaker thought for a moment. I felt that this method was feasible, and nodded to these confidant witches.

Soon, a group of witches stood up. They drew a strange pattern on the ground. This pattern is like a lot of geometric tangles, and it looks a little dizzy. After the pattern was drawn, the witches stood around the pattern and thought of a spell that no one could understand.

Using the black cat's blood and the unknown powder to draw the pattern on the ground, in the witch's spell began to gradually emit a fascinating red light. With the advent of the light, the witches collectively cut their wrists, letting their blood drip on the lines that radiate.

As soon as the blood fell, it immediately turned into a green flame. The flame of the swaying body is swaying and looks even more strange.

At this time, the witches quickly grabbed all kinds of things, such as feathers, lizards, cockroaches, and worms, from their bodies and threw them into the flames. As soon as they entered the flame, they disappeared without a trace. It doesn't seem to be burnt to ashes, nor is it hidden by any obstacles. Instead, it is more like an invisible east, and then quietly swallows them.

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

The pattern is the way to summon the devil and communicate with it. The blood of the witch is the source of assurance and mana. Piecemeal is both a wizard of the witches and a vicious spell of the cursed. When these conditions are all fulfilled, the devil comes and accepts the curse of the curse. He will become the curator of the curse, torment the cursed person, and at the same time harvest his soul as his own reward.

The witch's ritual is at the end, and then only the information of the cursed person is needed to complete the last step of the ritual.

At this time, someone handed a draft, which depicts the appearance of Zhou Yi in a very detailed way. At the same time, someone else took the black crystal ash that had just been broken.

Crystal is the life stone of the shadow assassin Satsuma. At the moment of Satsuma's death, it also recorded the breath that caused Satsuma's death. With the appearance and the sense of breath, the demon who accepted the contract can find the existence of the target.

The witches put these things in the magical array of curses, and the flame immediately carried these two things to the center of the circle like a pair of big hands. The gloomy horror laughs from the squad, and this also means that the curse is completely achieved. The demon started to act.

Upon hearing this laughter, the witches who cast the spell looked at each other and laughed. What they are doing now is just waiting for the final outcome.

For centuries. The witches used this method to kill many powerful guys. There are some priests and knights who have great powers, and even the guys who have been crowned with holy names are no exception. So they are very confident in their curse.

The unpredictable power of the witches will once again convince the entire parliament and gain more rights and resources for them. This is what they are about to get, and this is not even suspected by the big speaker sitting on the throne.

However, things are not developing as they think.

Time passes by. The magic array did not change as they thought. According to the usual practice, this time the squad should be transformed into the devil's horizon, and begin to show them how the cursed person suffered. But now, no vision appears on the magic array.

This gave the big speaker an ominous premonition in his heart. She is the most powerful of the witches, and the understanding of this curse magic is also the deepest among the people in the place. It has been extremely abnormal since there has been no movement for such a long time.

The devil who signed the contract will not casually make a contract, and the will of the king of the witch is monitoring the implementation of the contract. If you say something, you can only be on the cursed person. But what can a cursed guy have?

She is still thinking, suddenly. There has been a change in the magical array.

An ignition light rises in the center of the magic array. This made the witches who had already waited a little anxiously explored their heads and wanted to see what happened inside. They thought it was a message from the devil, but the facts were not the same as they thought.

In the flame, a sly demon phantom appeared first, and then a golden flame spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. Green and fiery, seems to want to stop the spread of the golden flame. But they simply can't stop this obviously more magical flame.

The lower part of the devil's shadow has been completely engulfed by gold. He was screaming loudly and mourning. Let all the witches around can hear the pain in his voice. But this has no use, the flame rises extraordinarily quickly, and a few breaths. It completely engulfed the devil's body and completely prevented him from making any more noise.

The devil died and almost all the witches had asked such questions in their hearts. They have never met such a weird thing. To know the guy who can be summoned to execute the curse is not a small character. Even in hell. They are also strong ones. Far from being the existence of what the so-called exorcists can confront.

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

The flame was still rising, and the big speaker suddenly showed a horrified look. The strange scene in front of her reminded her of some secrets that ordinary people didn't know, so she quickly shouted at her confidant witches.

"Danger. Let me turn off the magic array."

The witches didn't know what happened, but they came from instinct, and they immediately executed the order of the big speaker. But it is already late.

The golden flame immediately surged out, like a pure gold fire dragon rising into the sky, the flames of flying not only brought deadly high temperatures, but also unimaginable divine power.

The witches on the magical side were burned in the blink of an eye. And the flame shines out. For the vampires present, it is even more deadly. Just like a huge sun suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, any vampire who dared to face this dragon fire was turned into a flying fly ash.

For a time, the entire Dark Council seemed to be in another world. Unparalleled burning, incomparable light, and incomparable despair.

The Speaker of the House finally wanted to understand who they were facing. But when she thought of this, she felt desperate. Because it is a **** walking in the human world, and against the gods, this is definitely something she has never thought of. To be continued.

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