People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

"What are you doing?"

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The three witches looked at Steele's helpless tone, as if they had given up struggling, but they couldn't feel the taste of despair.

"I lost. A one-to-many encounter is really too difficult."

"Huh? Give up? Puritan guy, are you scared stupid? At this time, you..."

The witch's voice stopped abruptly, the "Guillotine" in mid-air suddenly exploded, and the spell that restrained Stiyl also suddenly failed.

The witch who constructed these two techniques suddenly fell backwards, with blood gushing out of her mouth.

"How can..."

The witch wanted to ask Stiyl what he had done, but she couldn't say anything yet.

The dense fog around the witch began to solidify, and a large number of translucent human figures quietly appeared beside the witch, and the dagger made of mist in her hand was already pressed against her neck.

"Jack the Ripper?"

"Well, did you know that this murderer who was active in 1888 is essentially a druid, and the disembowelment is actually to use the internal organs for divination and sacrifice."

"..."

The witch didn't dare to speak, she could only move her eyes to look at the boy who came out of the dark alley.

"And the Ripper died at the hands of the 'Golden Dawn'. You may not be very clear, but one of the founders of the 'Golden Dawn' is the coroner of Scotland Yard."

"You are......"

"A passing mercenary."

The wet sound of "click", the warm liquid dyed the stones on the shoulder of the road red.

"How does it feel?"

"One-to-three is indeed a bit difficult. The 'Witch Hunt' can only use one with my magic power. If I can use two at the same time just now, the situation will probably be different."

"There are other ways of doing this, I'll talk about that later. How's your hand?"

"Probably no problem. If the caster dies, the spell will be easily removed."

Using rune cards and "holy water" to "purify" his arm, Stiyl generally asked with some concern.

"Is it really okay for us to be so leisurely? The Roman Orthodox recorder named Oreos should have been attacked, right?"

"Don't worry, the other party has no reason to kill him right away. And..."

Sigurd looked at the three corpses lying on the ground.

The female curves began to disappear, and the corpse was like a sponge that swelled with water, turning into a deformed monster.

Just when Stiyl thought it was about to explode, the corpse turned into a thick mixture of blood and fat like melted wax.

Sigurd didn't have too many emotional changes because of the changes in front of him. At that time, Stil thought that the body was about to explode, and was taken aback.

"Sure enough, I said why they have a strange smell."

"This is?"

"Challenge letter. About the venue..."

The mercenary raised his head and looked towards a certain direction in London.

"The cemetery at Westminster Abbey..."

Chapter 46: The Golden Fleece and Medea?

Westminster Abbey is famous for its two spiers, but like all stone ancient cities and churches, due to the long construction time, the appearance of various architectural styles is intricate.

Probably because it took tens of hundreds of years to build and repair, the cathedral itself keeps expanding like a bubble, giving people the illusion that the building is constantly growing.

"..."

"Don't leak this expression. The target of the other party should be the cemetery, and you don't need to go to the church. You don't have to worry about destroying the building. Or are you the kind of person who is afraid of zombies because you are going to the cemetery?"

Although it is said that this place has been registered as a world heritage site, there are no such security guards.

Or it used to exist, but now it has been emptied by someone for a special purpose.

All in all, nothing is left here.

Sigurd led Stil around the building itself and went directly to the cemetery behind.

Judging from the overall scale of Westminster Abbey, it looks a bit small and delicate here.Perhaps because it is surrounded by walls, it makes people feel that the lighting conditions are poor.

Because the tombstones of the kings of the past dynasties will be set in the building, it seems that this cemetery has nothing to do with the royal family.

The church is also the national cemetery of the United Kingdom, where more than 3000 princes, nobles and celebrities are buried.More striking is the tomb of Elizabeth I.

The national cemetery of Westminster Abbey is not dedicated to the royal family. British scientists, artists and celebrities are also buried here, such as Darwin, Newton and Churchill.

Britain has special treatment for poets and writers.There is a special "Poet's Corner" in the south wing of the church, where 120 writers and poets such as Chaucer, Dickens, and Hardy, who are familiar to the world, have a place.

But as Britain's most famous magical association "Golden Dawn", many of its members are eligible to be buried here.But as magicians, they more or less have their own reasons. For example, the tombs of Conan Doyle and William Butler Yeats are not here.

"What is this guy doing here?"

"You have to ask yourself."

Sigurd didn't mind going to the cemetery late at night. To Sigurd, dead people were like stones on the roadside, and he wouldn't frown even if he kicked them away.

However, Steele is obviously different. He is a priest, and his basic respect for the dead makes him feel quite uncomfortable walking here.

Passing through the heavy tombstones, Stiyl followed Sigurd into the cemetery.

Without hiding, the blond witch who was standing in front of a certain tombstone turned around.

"It's much faster than expected. It seems that Mary and the others didn't hold you back for long."

"You guys don't worry about your companion at all?"

"They are the descendants of the witches who died in the 'witch hunt' at that time. I am not the same as them. On the contrary, I should even be their enemy, so I cannot be called 'companions' with them."

Glancing at Stiyl, the witch didn't seem to care about the red-haired priest.

She casually pointed to a certain tombstone not far away, and it was Oreos who was unconscious there.

"You can take that guy away, my purpose is just to meet this mercenary."

"What is your purpose?"

Signaling Stiyl to confirm the situation of Oreos, Sigurd himself frowned.

Judging from all the current circumstances, the opponent's goal seems to be to capture Oreos, and regarding Oreos, there is no doubt that there should be instructions from the Roman Orthodox Church.

But this doesn't explain anything, because the witch didn't intend to escape at all, and even ran to the cemetery behind Westminster Abbey by herself.

You know, this area is also guarded by Puritan magicians. Even if Sigurd and Steele hadn't found them, the Puritan side should have received an attack report.

It seems that this witch has no plans to leave London?

"The golden fleece is hidden in the dense forest, and the guardian dragon descends here. Those who try to steal the treasure will sleep here forever..."

The ground on one side of the cemetery began to shake, and huge bone claws broke through the ground.

"The golden wool symbolizes adventure and indomitable will, the great ideal and the pursuit of happiness, even if it is full of dry bones, future generations will still step on this road, this is the awakening of the Son of Man..."

The skeleton began to collapse, turning into a large number of bone fragments inserted into the loose and moist soil due to the rain on the front line.

"Those who try to steal the treasure are regarded as evil thieves. The dragon's teeth buried in the ground, with the alternation of the sun and the moon, vicious warriors will break out of the ground..."

The bone fragments inserted into the ground act as the "core" to attract the surrounding soil and dead branches and leaves. A large number of mud warriors are like ghosts crawling out of the ground, giving people a creepy feeling in the dark atmosphere of the cemetery.

"The newly born warriors don't know where their enemies are, and they suspect and suspect each other, and the fragile union will be dissipated..."

The "evil ghosts" looked at each other. They waved their arms and attacked the "companions" around them. mound.

And just after the two sides had completed a round of confrontation, the comatose Oreos seemed to wake up.

He was a little panicked at the beginning, but after seeing Sigurd confronting the blond witch, and the Puritan priest leaning over to check him, he immediately calmed down.

"How does it feel?"

Stiyl saw that the other party seemed to want to speak, and after confirming that the witch had no intention of attacking this side, Stiyl tore off the rune on Oreos' mouth.

Although some kind of ancient script was used, Stiear himself was also an excellent rune magician, and it would not be difficult to undo this kind of seal without anyone interfering.

"Medea, the prototype of this witch's spell is the spell of Medea, the 'betrayed witch' of Greek mythology!!!"

(This idiot!!!)

Stiyl was taken aback by Oreos' sudden yelling, and at the same time Stiier had already greeted all eighteen generations of Oreos' ancestors in his heart. spill out.

For a magician, the prototype of the spell itself is very important. Once the spell is interpreted, the defeat is a finalized matter. At this time, anyone who shouts out the opponent's weakness will feel Which witch would choose to kill and silence her?

However, when Stiyl turned around, the witch didn't seem to have any plans to do anything, but instead had a faint smile on her face.

Chapter 47: Pan and the Seven Candlesticks!

Stiyl just finished checking Oreos and planned to take him away first.

After all, it was just a contest of that scale. Whether this cemetery and the Westminster Abbey behind it can be left behind is a question mark, not to mention that there is an alchemist who can't move here.

And in all fairness, not to mention Oreos, who is unable to act alone now, even Stiyl himself dare not say that he can survive such a conflict safely.

Although at first glance it was just the appearance and collapse of the bone dragon and the mud warrior, Stiyl knew very well that the mud warrior alone was enough to kill him.

This kind of conflict of specifications is not something he can participate in.

And just as Stiyl moved behind Sigurd, planning to evacuate from the cemetery first, the witch's voice came, making Stiir stop in his footsteps.

"Mercenary, do you know that my great-grandfather's name is Arthur."

"Arthur Edward Waite!?"

"Arthur Conan Doyle!?"

Stiyl and Oreos reacted in unison at the same time. Although the two people's first thought of human life seemed to be different, they were both in the "Golden Dawn".

Although both of them knew that they should leave quickly, they unconsciously glanced at the blond witch.

"It's Arthur Machen."