"Those witches want the blood of the slaying people?"

Above the tower, Russell Bedford Larman frowned.

Prague spoke, "Yes, is the blood of the Killer very rare?"

This is a name Prague has never heard of.

Russell Bedford Larman paced and said, "The blood of the killer is very rare. It is the blood of the warriors who killed at least ten thousand people. Our current retention is also the blood left by Mongolian soldiers in the war back then. It is extremely rare. The blood of these killer people was exchanged for the deaths of countless people."

"This thing is rare, but it is mostly used on certain curses and evil spells. Magicians rarely use it, but we do have it in our hands."

Speaking of this, Russell Bedford Lalmand paused: "And this blood seems to be an extremely important material in the ritual of witches to sacrifice to the devil."

The devil is an ancient legend, and there are people in the legend that they are opposite to God.

It is said that they are extremely good at playing lies and human nature and are good at fraud.

But Prague had never seen it before, he asked:

"Is the devil scary?"

Russell Bedford Larman shook his head and looked into the distance and said, "The devil is a master of playing with people's hearts. As for the terrible, it is not that the terrible things are in the distant East."

Russell Bedford Larman seemed to remember certain scenes, and he stretched out his finger and knocked on the table and said:

"Promise them that the blood of the killers can be given to them, but materials are needed to exchange. We can minimize it by referring to the people they saved us."

"yes!"

………

"For many years, those magicians still want to save face. They would rather say thank you than say it's a deal."

Mela squeezed her long red hair with one finger and shook her head.

"If Lord Mela disagrees, I will reject them now." Naersi bowed.

Mela turned her head and smiled.

"Reject? Why refuse?"

She was tall, lowered her head, raised Naersi's chin with a finger, looked straight into her eyes and said:

"Narsi, you must remember that we are witches. We believe that everything in this world is an illusion, and only interests are real. Since the magicians are willing to give up enough interests, there is nothing to do with them to perform a false drama."

"yes!"

The little witch Naersi dared not look straight into the leader's eyes and said with his lips pursed.

Mela withdrew her finger and turned around and said:

"Promise them, I hope to start trading this afternoon."

………

Under dusk, the sky was covered in blood, and in the wooden house, Mera received the blood of the killer.

In the exquisite silverware, the bright red blood flows in it, it seems to have its own life.

The cold breath spread out from it, causing a thin layer of frost to form on the wooden table.

"The magician is just a luxury and even gave us silverware, which is estimated to be worth a lot of gold coins."

Meila rubbed the exquisite carved patterns on the silverware, and her vermilion lips opened lightly.

But the little witch Naersi didn't feel that good. Once she got close to the blood, she felt that someone was holding a knife to her heart. The strange feeling made her feel very uncomfortable.

Mela seemed to notice the strangeness of the little witch:

"If you feel uncomfortable, stay away. The blood of the killer was left by soldiers eight hundred years ago. There are thousands of resentment in the blood. These endless resentment makes it seem like it has just flowed out even after eight hundred years."

"But this resentment can make people feel endless fear. If an ordinary person lives with it for a long time, he will be driven crazy by it in no time. Even if we witches are not strong enough, they will be eroded by it bit by bit."

Naersi took a few steps back when he heard this, and then he felt that the feeling of being pressed against the tip of the knife in his chest gradually relaxed.

This made Naersi sigh, how powerful the group of Mongolian soldiers were back then, and the blood was still so terrifying even eight hundred years later, so how could its owner be simple?

But in the description of the leader Mera, this is just the blood of the most ordinary soldier at that time.

"Prepare the ceremony, and we will welcome the messenger of our Lord Satan." said Mela.

Naersi bowed and said, "Yes!"

Soon, in the depths of the Molmarle Forest, a strange whisper sounded, like the squirming sound of a snake, or like the roar of a devil.

A scarlet glow lit up on the ancient stone tablet.

The flowing blood formed a hexagram mark in the air, like a huge gate leading to the endless void.

The elk's corpses were piled up on the edge of the altar. These elks had not completely died, but were just obsessed with life and death.

The graceful witches crossed their hands on their chests and sang in a low voice.

"The omniscient king is the master of hell, and darkness is your wings!"

"I will listen to your teachings and receive the blessing of darkness!"

"Come on, the messenger of my lord Satan!"

“The gorgeous clothes and graceful expressions cannot cover the aura of being cursed by fate;

The rebellious look does not believe in fate, and does not cover up with hypocrisy;

He is not protected by any powerful force, nor does he use his powerful force to protect anyone,

But he is always more generous than those self-proclaimed gods, and he is not without humanity;

Understand the true meaning of life, always be in the world, and look down on those noble "bandits" who are righteous and strict;

He knows the meaning of emotions better than God, or even man, but there are always fools who make fun of emotions;

The color of his destiny is fraud, decadent without losing his tenacity, darkness and mystery;

Even if he has been insulted by all sides and their humans for thousands of years, he will always stand in his own footsteps…”

………

One after another, like a tide flowing back and forth above the sea.

In front of the scarlet hexagram, Mela held the blood of the killer in both hands and raised it high.

The blood that was in charge of endless killing and resentment flowed out of the silverware and stayed in the air.

"Let's come!" Meila spoke.

With a shout, the hexagram mark became brighter and brighter.

The ball of blood condensed into shape in the air and gradually transformed into a human form.

Red horns, red scales spread all over his body, and his fangs were sharp.

The scarlet eyes opened, and the coming demon looked at the world.

"What a wonderful taste, what a world."

………

"A demon is coming again!"

Russell Bedford Larman leaned against the edge of the tower, feeling the shock of the elements, the abyss where darkness seemed endless.

"Will that era of magic come?"

Russell Bedford Larman looked to the East subconsciously.

At this time, the stars were shining brightly, and Wen Zhengming seemed to be watching something while standing under the stars.

There were pure white snowflakes under his feet, and Qiao Yuanshan beside him.

"Uncle Master, what are you looking at?" Qiao Yuanshan raised his head and said.

Master Li Mubai’s uncle likes to be idle, and his cultivation is extremely powerful.

The uncle of the junior teacher also likes to be dazed, and his cultivation is even more amazing.

Could it be that the difference between him and these uncles is that he will be in a daze?

Qiao Yuanshan's thinking went off the wrong path again.

"I'm watching the fate of countless people in the world."

"Young uncle, you can still tell fortunes?" Qiao Yuanshan said.

Wen Zhengming smiled but said nothing. He was not fortune telling, but made a destiny.
Chapter completed!