Chapter 243 Devil's Curse Dark Calamity

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

Watching the black crystal in front of him burst suddenly, countless fragments collapsed to the ground and quickly turned into ashes, a group of guys wrapped in large cloaks suddenly showed a horrified look in their eyes.

"The Shadow Assassin is already dead, how is this possible?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with deep facial features. His scarlet eyes and fangs around his mouth fully showed his vampire identity. Looking at his clothes and dressing are all very elegant, one can see that he is a guy who pays great attention to image issues.

But now, he didn't seem to care about his image at all, and saw that he looked at a group of women sitting facing him with his mouth wide open and his face full of disbelief. Even began to dance and shout.

"Is it wrong with you witches. My Shadow Assassin, my Satsuma. How could he just die like this!"

Hearing this, both the people around him and the witches he accused showed sympathy towards him. Shadow Assassin Satsuma is the most loyal subordinate and the closest lover of one of the Vampire Grand Elders who occupy three seats in the Dark Council.

With their strange means and excellent intrigue, two people have grown a vampire family little by little into one of the members of the council. Walking hand in hand along the way, after countless ups and downs, nothing has changed for hundreds of years. This kind of feeling and tacit understanding has amazed countless insiders.

But now the shadow assassin Satsuma is dead. It is understandable that the elders showed such despair.

Many people began to sympathize with what happened to him. This kind of pain when he suddenly heard that his beloved was not there would indeed completely collapse his reason.

"Your Excellency the Great Elder, condolences and changes. Soul crystals have never gone wrong, you should know." Facing the cry of the Vampire Great Elder, some people sympathized, but some were still indifferent.

A witch responded coldly to what he just said. Obviously, in her opinion, no matter how big a problem there is with other people's feelings, she is not qualified to question her professionalism.

Listening to the witch telling the truth that everyone had confirmed, the elder vampire could no longer bear the pain in his heart. He roared loudly, and sharp claws protruded from the five fingers of both hands. The arms also became bat wings. Then, like a shadow, it flew out of the castle.

"Where is he going?" Someone asked, looking at the crazy vampire elder who disappeared all the way into the night.

But no one was willing to answer his question.

Some of them are reluctant to answer, and some are indifferent. Losing the Shadow Assassin is actually equivalent to losing half of his power. He has lost his seat. Then the rest of these people will naturally not take him seriously.

"The first elder looks a little too sad. Let him be quiet for the time being. Let's see how to deal with this difficult opponent." A voice suddenly sounded, setting the tone for this matter. And for this order, no one dared to oppose it.

The one who spoke was the head of the witch, who was also the Great Speaker of the Dark Council. She is the most powerful of all present. At the same time, it is also the one most trusted by Her Majesty the Queen. The combination of strength and power makes no one here dare to refute her words.

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

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

"There is nothing we can do, Your Excellency the Speaker." A vampire bowed and replied in a low voice.

"So, my witches. What do you think?" She turned to her cronies again. The mysterious and strange looking witches whispered and gave her an answer.

"Maybe we can try to curse him, Your Excellency the Chancellor."

"Very good, then use this. If it doesn't work, let's think of other ways." The Speaker thought for a while. Feeling that this method is feasible, he nodded to his trusted witches.

Soon, a group of witches stood up. They drew a strange pattern on the ground. The pattern is like a tangle of geometric figures, and it's dizzying just to look at. After the pattern was drawn, the witches stood around the pattern and chanted a spell that no one could understand.

The pattern drawn on the ground with the blood of a black cat and an unknown powder began to gradually emit a bewitching red light under the spell of the witches. With the appearance of the light, the witches collectively cut their wrists and let their blood drip on the lines emitting light.

As soon as the blood fell to the ground, it immediately turned into a green flame. The flaming flames swayed and looked even more bizarre.

At this time, the witches hurriedly grabbed feathers, lizards, toads, bugs and other various things from their bodies and threw them into the flames. As soon as these things entered the flame, they disappeared without a trace. It didn't look like it was burned to ashes, nor did it seem like it was concealed by some kind of blindfold. On the contrary, it is more like an invisible thing hiding in it, and then quietly swallowing them.

And as these things disappeared completely, the green flame suddenly rose, and a strong red color began to appear in the flame's heart. The flames were rising, and a sulphurous smell came from the flames. And that means. This high-level curse magic took effect.

Patterns are the way to summon demons and communicate with them. The blood of the witch is the source of assurance and mana. The bits and pieces are not only the magic tools of the witches, but also the vicious spells cast on the cursed. When these conditions are all fulfilled, the demons come and accept the cursed pact. He will be the caster of that curse, tormenting the cursed, and at the same time reaping his soul as his reward at the end.

The witches' ritual has come to an end, and only a message from the cursed person is needed to complete the last remaining steps of the ritual.

At this time, someone handed over a drawing, 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 broken.

The crystal is the birthstone of the shadow assassin Satsuma, and at the moment of Satsuma's death, it also records the breath that caused Satsuma's death. With the induction of appearance and breath, the demon who accepted the contract can completely find the existence of the target.

The witches put these things into the cursed magic circle, and the flames immediately held the two objects to the center of the circle like a pair of big hands. The gloomy and terrifying laughter sounded from the magic circle, and this also meant that the curse was completely fulfilled. The devil started to move.

Hearing this laughter, the witches who cast spells looked at each other and smiled. All they have to do now is to wait for the final outcome.

for centuries. The witches killed many powerful creatures in this way. Among them are some priests and knights with great power, and even those who have been named holy are no exception. So they are very confident in their own curse.

The unpredictable and strange power of the witches will once again overwhelm the entire council and capture more power and resources for them. This is what they are about to get, which even the Grand Speaker sitting on the throne has never doubted.

However, things didn't turn out as they thought.

Time passed minute by minute. The magic circle did not change as they thought. According to the usual practice, at this time, the magic circle should have transformed the vision of the devil, and began to show them how the cursed person was tortured. But now, no visions have appeared on the magic circle.

This gave the Great Speaker an ominous feeling in his heart. She is the most powerful among the witches, and her knowledge of this cursed magic is also the deepest among all the people present. And for such a long time without movement, it is already extremely abnormal.

The demon who signed the contract will not break the contract casually, and the will of the Witch King is monitoring the implementation of the contract. If there is a problem, it can only be the cursed one. 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 light appeared in the center of the magic circle. This made the witches who had been waiting anxiously for a while to probe their heads, wanting to see what was going on inside. They thought it was a message from the devil, but the truth was completely different from what they thought.

A ferocious demon phantom first appeared in the flame, and then a golden flame spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. The green fire was soaring, as if trying to stop the spread of the golden flame. But they couldn't stop this apparently more magical flame at all.

The lower body of the demon phantom has been completely engulfed by gold. He was roaring and wailing loudly. Let all the witches around you hear the pain in his voice. But this was of no use, 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 sound.

The devil is dead? Almost all witches ask such questions in their minds. They had never encountered such a bizarre thing before. You must know that the guy who can be summoned to execute the curse is not an ordinary small character. Even in hell. They are also first-class powerhouses. Far from being the existence that those so-called exorcists can fight against.

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

The flames were still rising, and a look of horror suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Great Speaker. The strange sight in front of her reminded her of some secret stories that ordinary people don't know, so she hurriedly shouted to her trusted witches.

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

The witches didn't know what happened, but out of instinct, they immediately carried out the order of the Grand Chancellor. But it's too late.

The golden flames soared immediately, like a pure gold fire dragon soaring into the sky. The swirling flames not only brought deadly high temperatures, but also unimaginable divine power.

The witches at the edge of the magic circle were burnt to the point of not even ashes. And the flames burst into light. For the vampires present, it is even more deadly. As if a huge sun suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, any vampire who dared to face the sky-rocketing dragon fire turned into flying ashes.

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

The Grand Chancellor finally figured out who they were facing. But when she thought about it, she felt a burst of despair. Because that is a god walking in the world, and going against the god, this is definitely something she has never thought about. (~^~)