Under the bright moonlight, in the desolate beach.

A special "farewell ceremony" is underway.

The demigod Night Jackal, holding a black ritual battle axe, stood on the beach in front of Nekorodamus. She stared at the chopped black wizard under her feet with a pleasant look.

The terrible assassins who had fought for their lives just now had already put away their weapons.

They wore strange robes, and each of them covered their cheeks with hoods, and in this dead dark night, they looked dark and cold.

"Save me!"

Nekorodamus lay on the beach, blood kept flowing out along the scars on his chest and neck.

He could feel life flowing out of his body like flowing water, like a pierced balloon, rapidly becoming dry.

He stretched out his hand toward Ye Jackyak in front of him with difficulty.

The trembling fingers were covered with blood.

His eyes were full of prayers, full of desire for life, like sincere begging, like prayers in despair.

Ye Jackal comes from the underworld, and she is the daughter of the God of the Underworld.

As long as she is willing to help, the dying black wizard can survive.

But will Yezhai help?

"If you fulfill your contract just now, I might help you again."

The female demigod let go of her hand, and the ritual battle axe stood in place like a pillar. She squatted down and looked at the weak black wizard. Her eye sockets painted with strange oil, and her narrow eyes were covered with coldness.

She said:

"Now, I'm happy to be with you and watch you slowly die in pain."

"My father often said that death is easy but the focus is on painful processes, not a clean result."

"As for me, I am not as open-minded as my father."

Ye Jacky sneered.

She stood up and held her ritual battle axe again.

She raised the weird weapon with indifference in her eyes.

She said:

“When there is a good reason to create pain, I will feel satisfied with any violence.”

"We have a contract!"

The black wizard felt the terrible crucifixion was coming, and he struggled like a dying bug, and shouted:

"You can't break the contract!"

"puff"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp tail of the ritual battle axe pierced his chest.

It did not pierce the heart, but cut the lung lobe, which prevented the black wizard from dying immediately. He would only suffer more pain before the liberation of death came.

"wrong!"

The night jackal twisted the battle axe.

She listened to the terrible wailing of the people under her feet, which was like the most beautiful music, which made the corners of her mouth curl up.

She stepped on the trembling body of the black wizard and pulled the battle axe out of the flesh and blood.

She said word by word:

"I have a contract with that book, not with you!"

"I reminded you many times when you were pretending to be a tiger. Unfortunately, you still didn't understand the difference between the two. In the past seven months, you have treated me as a servant."

"It's very fulfilling, right?"

Yezhai raised the battle axe again, and she whispered:

"Then, Lord Nekorodamus, let me 'serve' you well."

"puff"

The sound of weapons piercing flesh and blood came again.

This time, the weak black wizard could not even make a sound.

The meanness and hatred in Yezhai's words made him realize that he had no chance of escaping, and he just wanted to die quickly now.

However, he was facing a demigod who walked out of the underworld.

As long as Ye Zhai is willing, he can live with a breath until Ye Zhai vents all the anger and hatred that has accumulated in his heart.

"Let's go, this ugly slaughter is nothing good."

Outside the beach, the witch hunter Victoria took back the sword. She glanced at the night jackal and the black wizard, and said to Layla beside her:

"The mission has been completed, and the next thing has nothing to do with us."

"Although I know that the dark wizard will definitely die."

Layla shrugged, and in the moonlight, she and her partner left the beach side by side, she said:

"But I still think he's a little miserable."

Hearing Layla's sigh, the Assassin Master Miles, who appeared from the shadow, whispered:

"There is so reckless when you are proud, and the pain when you are frustrated. All the hatred in this world does not appear out of thin air."

Behind Miles, John Wick, who had always been silent, also responded:

"No matter when, no matter which world the most arrogant person is, the weakest person is always."

These four assassin masters who took missions were like playing games, each of whom only said one sentence.

Finally, Victoria made the summary.

"The dark wizard can survive until now, not because he is strong enough, but because the master needs him to survive until now."

"As for these despair and pain, it's just a cause."

"Don't say that."

Layla chuckled, she held Victoria's wrist and said like a joke:

"When someone dares to make a deal with the Lord of Hell, he is a real tough guy at first glance. He must have been ready to face the tragic death. We outsiders should not worry about others."

"Speaking of this, I'm even more curious about what kind of reward the Master has prepared for us in New York"

"You'll know if you go and have a look?"

Victoria chuckled.

Under the midnight moonlight, the four assassins quickly disappeared at the end of the beach.

The shrill screams from behind seemed to be a song to say goodbye to them.

In the wasteland hell, Merlin looked at the dark book that was trembling in his hands.

This magical scripture from the original evil god is very disobedient, and it does not seem to think that Merlin is its next holder.

This is normal, too.

After all, there will be no master in the Dark Book. When one holder dies, it will randomly choose the next holder and constantly abandon one guy after another.

Just like a bird without feet, it will never stay for anyone.

This is the rule set by the mysterious Great Demon Shadow Sithorne when making this book.

Unless it is ruined, this rule will continue.

Fortunately, Merlin was not eager to keep this book that would only bring endless misfortunes to the holders in his own hands.

"Don't move! Don't jump! Don't howl"

Merlin pressed the restless black book dictionary with one hand.

The orange light suppressed the surface of the book, but there were signs of being unable to suppress it.

“I just need a page of paper.”

Merlin said to the book:

"Just like last time, I only tear down one page and let you go. I have no intention of imprisoning you to cooperate a little, okay?"

The struggle of the Dark Book weakened a little.

It seemed to understand Merlin's words.

The moment Merlin let go of her finger, the book spread out strangely, and a page of paper stood in front of Merlin's eyes. It was swaying, full of an impatient posture.

This means very obvious.

Tear off the paper quickly.
To be continued...