Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 345 Oil Cauldron Hell

After a brief exchange with Pang Lai, Wang Teng stepped off the stage and received a telepathic message from Hua Junshou, instructing him to capture Bai Xu on the spot.

As expected, the military leader was equally hot-tempered and decisive. He would nip any potential problems in the bud without giving them any chance.

Wang Teng immediately told Hua Junshou about his idea, and at the same time, he wanted to try to manipulate the will of a super-level mage.

The other party has a lineage of evil magic and faith, which is probably why these descendants reversed Athena's legacy.

Originally, the vessel of the soul was forged with the power of good and beautiful intentions, but now it is forged with the fear of all living beings to create a dark and evil vessel of the soul.

That Hades' Holy Soul of Hailong was probably created in this way.

This explains why the Black Vatican was created and why it is so difficult to destroy; it is related to its emperor-level combat power.

Such profits are enough to tempt those people to take risks and spread fear around the world in order to forge the soul of a certain codename.

Whether the Parthenon promotes goodness, kindness, and light, or fears evil and darkness, it all falls within their heritage.

They truly won on both fronts and backs. Compared to the actions of the Holy City's Inquisition, they can be described as a hidden dragon and a phoenix chick, possessing great strength and the ability to do whatever they want.

"Let's have a small meeting in the small conference room. All councilors need to attend." After saying this, Hua Junshou got up and walked towards the room on the other side of the stage.

The surrounding councilors stood up and followed suit, their faces showing a hint of surprise. Today should be a celebration for the new councilors, so why are we having a meeting?

With the members of parliament leaving, the brief inauguration ceremony came to an end, and those who were not involved were required to leave.

This is the courtyard where the Imperial Court's Buddhist monks reside. Unless it's for a press conference, unauthorized personnel are generally not allowed to enter.

"Sister Leng Qing, wait for me outside," Wang Teng said with a pleasant smile, knowing that the real show was about to begin.

This is the headquarters of the Forbidden City. Jiuying is really good at hiding and has a lot of courage. He often wanders around in front of everyone.

"Okay." Leng Qing nodded seriously. Since Hua Jun had specifically mentioned that this was a meeting of councilors, she didn't need to participate.

In the small conference room, about ten people were sitting. The one in the lead was Hua Junshou, with the chief and three vice-chiefs beside him. Among the four guards was Bai Xu, the southern guard.

The rest are ordinary members of parliament, totaling less than ten people.

Wang Teng deliberately sat opposite Bai Xu so that he could see Bai Xu's performance face-to-face.

"Quiet down~ There's something coming up, so I want everyone to stay seated and not move. That's an order!"

After glancing at the assembled councilors, Hua Junshou spoke in a serious tone and with an extremely earnest expression.

As he spoke, a powerful aura of forbidden magic emanated from his body, indicating that he was not joking.

Although the members of parliament present were baffled by the order from the Chinese military leader, they still chose to comply.

Only after Bai Xu's eyes flickered slightly did he return to his original state, adopting the same curious gaze.

"A mirage"

To ensure nothing went wrong, Wang Teng even used single-target resonance, unleashing the ultimate illusion technique once again with all his might.

All the councilors present instantly revealed their true intentions, falling under his selection. To avoid making the skill seem too terrifying, Wang Teng focused only on Bai Xu.

Once he locked onto Bai Xu, Bai Xu was completely powerless and was easily pulled into the illusion's control.

Wang Teng hadn't expected it to be so simple. The opponent was no match for the Silver Dome Lord. If he hadn't removed the illusion manipulation, he had no idea how long the opponent would have remained infatuated.

With that in mind, he immediately connected with all the remaining councilors and shared the images of the illusionary world.

Everyone felt that there were subtle changes, but they were not quite sure what exactly had happened, since everyone was still in the small conference room and nothing had changed.

Only Hua Junshou, who was seated at the head of the table, immediately noticed something. His eyes were filled with shock. Even he, who was skilled in forbidden spells, was invaded in an instant.

boom!

"Nine-Headed Serpent, you dog, why are you still sitting here showing off?"

"I'm your unfaithful father!!!"

Wang Teng slammed his hand on the conference table, his face displaying a triumphant and unrestrained expression that resembled the insult from the madman. The conference table seemed unable to withstand the pressure and shattered into pieces, flying towards Bai Xu's face.

"How...how did you know?" Bai Xu's mind went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously asked back. He had hidden it very well, hadn't he?

"You're asking for it!!!!"

Bai Xu reacted instantly, his anger seemingly ignited by some force, his reason seemingly fed to a dog, as if he were in a dream.

"How dare you, a mere brat, insult me, Cardinal Jiuying! Die!!!"

"Hahaha... Today, I, the Lord, will torture you thoroughly, so you'll know what it means to wish for death but not to live!"

As if it couldn't see anyone else, Jiuying, exuding evil energy, attacked Wang Teng in a daze.

Soon, Wang Teng was easily knocked to the ground with a single blow, spitting out blood, his eyes filled with horror and fear, and he hurriedly retreated.

But at this moment, the Nine-Headed Serpent's violent nature was unleashed. It instantly appeared in front of Wang Teng and crushed his leg bone with a single stomp.

"Ah~" Wang Teng immediately screamed, his face turned pale, and large beads of cold sweat quickly covered his face, even his hair was soaked.

"Hahaha... Yes, yes, that's exactly the sound! It's absolutely wonderful!"

Jiuying laughed loudly, stomping on Wang Teng's bones repeatedly, each stomp accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream.

This made every cell in his body tremble and cheer. After suppressing and enduring so many years, it was as if everything was being released and vented at this moment.

"You brat! Why aren't you cursing anymore? Huh? Keep cursing! Why aren't you cursing anymore?!"

"How dare you, a lowly dog, insult me, Cardinal Nine-Headed Serpent?! Ah!!!"

Jiuying tortured Wang Teng like a madman, venting its inner rage, and parts of Wang Teng's body kept flying off.

Blood splattered on his face, which, combined with his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) expression, made him look particularly gruesome.

The members of parliament present were horrified and their faces turned extremely ugly. This brutal scene seemed to have been slapped hard in their faces.

As Jiuying vented his anger, the illusion began to shift, quickly transforming into a scene of hellish oil cauldron, where Jiuying was being held upside down by its legs by a tall evil spirit, like a chick being lifted up.

The surrounding area reeked of burning oil and was filled with an extremely strong fumes. Dark red flames roared beneath the oil pan, which was bubbling and boiling.

Wang Teng suddenly stood unharmed in front of the boiling oil cauldron, looking at the Nine-Headed Serpent hanging upside down, and shouted loudly, "You bastard, what are you barking about?"

With a wave of his right hand, the evil spirit immediately grabbed Jiuying's ankles and plunged him into the oil cauldron, his entire upper body submerged in it, before Jiuying could even react in terror.

Chirp chi ...

"Aaaaaahh ...

(End of this chapter)