Witch Monastery

I can't be so selfish and only think about myself...

Just this time, just treat it as a fall, close your eyes, grit your teeth, and bear it...

She lowered her head, took a step, and walked silently towards the noble's bed. However, at this moment, a pungent smell of cigarette smoke suddenly rushed into their nostrils.

Then, a panicked shout suddenly rang out in the corridor outside: "Fire, fire! Something exploded! Everyone, put out the fire quickly, the fire is about to spread to the second floor!"

The two people in the room were stunned, and a huge fear surged in their hearts. Then they ignored everything and rushed to the door one after another in fear: "Open the door quickly - why is the door locked! Someone, open the door quickly -!"

Outside the room, in the corridor, Bernard, who was spreading panic with a cheerful pace, felt very comfortable at this moment.

Even though the smell of thick smoke made him want to cough, he was surprisingly calm, as if he was not worried at all that he would die in the fire and was sure that he would be safe.

With this attitude of not wanting to be bothered by anything, he continued to run around in the corridor. After hearing the loud noise from the wind-blasting hammer, he became even more ecstatic and shouted even harder.

The smell of thick smoke and his shouting caused the doors of each room to open one after another. Frightened girls and half-naked nobles rushed out one after another, crawling down the stairs from the emergency passage, not caring that the temperature was still very cold after the New Year. In any case, life was the most important thing!

In such a panic and frantic rush, some people would fall and bump into things. Fortunately, although there were many people attending the conference tonight, compared with the entire huge theater, it was nothing. In short, there was no serious trampling accident, and everyone retreated safely.

Outside the theater.

In the basement below the theater, Regolas was still kneeling on the ground. At this moment, the furious voice of Mephistopheles suddenly rang in his ears: "Regolas, what have you arranged!"

Chapter 495: Regolas Appears

Regolas looked up: "Huh?"

Then, he saw a tall, red giant phantom - or a devil - with horns as thick as a bull on his forehead and a pair of huge bat wings on his back, appearing on the altar.

This is none other than the Devil's Archduke of the Eighth Layer of the Nine Hells, the custodian of mysteries and knowledge, the most powerful magician in the Nine Hells, the great Lord of Carnia, the incarnation of Mephistopheles!

Regolas never expected that the incarnation of Lord Carnia would come here in person. He was so frightened that his heart trembled, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at his greatest master.

If it was a normal situation, he should be ecstatic. But the current situation was obviously abnormal. He just heard the angry roar of the Devil Duke!

When he thought of the possible consequences, Regolas began to tremble with fear!

At this time, Mephistopheles frowned, as if he had discovered something incredible, and was now quite angry: "Those people left! They left the building and went outside! Regolas, is this your extra arrangement?"

Regolas immediately broke out in a cold sweat, this was certainly not his arrangement. His arrangement was that the souls of the nobles should be taken away directly by Mephistopheles as the direct harvest of tonight!

And those girls who have gained powerful strength by using their souls as bargaining chips will soon be captured by the authorities or shot directly, and then their souls will become Mephistopheles' possession!

This is what should happen tonight!

However, how did things turn out like this!

Regolas gritted his teeth, his heart filled with indignation. He then stood up, his eyes burning with rage, and turned his head to look outside: "I'll go see! What the hell are these guys doing!"

As he said this, he turned and walked out, and the incarnation of Mephistopheles looked at his back with a faint gaze and said nothing.

Then, he raised his head and looked around. He turned around, and his own figure, along with the endless snowfield of Kania behind him, suddenly disappeared.

The magical light on the altar fell silent, as if no one had ever been here from beginning to end.

At the same time, on the second floor of the theater, Hawthorne cast a protective spell on himself, put on a mask, and then hid behind a load-bearing circular stone pillar, quietly overlooking the entire burning performance hall below.

At this point, most of the people who came to the show tonight had already left. If there were still some who hadn't left, they were probably already beaten to death and would never be able to leave again.

But everyone had left, but Hawthorne did not leave.

He was waiting quietly, he knew that by doing this he was ruining the other party's plans, and the mastermind behind tonight's events would surely show up to see what was going on.

No matter if he is from the Casalante family, or Regolas as inferred, or someone else unexpectedly, in short, a person who is willing to spend so much money on the layout will definitely not be able to help but come out to investigate when he sees that the scene has been messed up by himself.

The person who could obtain so many magical items must be a huge threat. He needed to find out who the other party was so that he could be prepared.

Even, if necessary...

You can kill the opponent on the spot!

He was hiding on the second floor at the moment, behind a huge round pillar, wearing a mask, squinting his eyes, and staring down carefully.

The thick smoke stung his eyes so much that he began to cry, but he still stayed here, determined to see clearly the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Fortunately, waiting was effective after all. Relying on the bird's-eye view of the second floor area, he soon noticed that a figure in a dark cloak rushed out from the backstage and came to the hall, looking around in a somewhat frustrated manner: "Someone come! What's going on! Why did the fire suddenly break out!"

Several security guards came over after hearing the noise, their tone very panicked: "I don't know, Manager Golas, we were just patrolling, but somehow we suddenly fell asleep!"

"We were also woken up by the smell of smoke, and after we woke up, things became like this!"

It is almost midnight now, and everyone would feel very sleepy. It seems to be very common for these security guards to be lazy and fall asleep.

The security guards themselves seemed to think so as well. They fell asleep so hastily that they didn't seem to remember that magic had been cast upon them.

So they were submissive, kept their heads down, and dared not breathe.

The manager, who was called "Gorras", seemed to think that these people were lazy and idle, and that it was their momentary relaxation that ruined his good deeds. He was immediately furious and cursed: "A bunch of useless people who can't even complete such a task!"

"Now that everyone has run away, what should we do about tonight?"

He was cursing and furious. After several days of bad luck, he could no longer maintain his usual composure and his emotions were completely out of control.

Staring at the man below

, Hawthorne's eyes were slightly vague, and then he silently recited a spell, and the "detection magic" was activated.

The feedback of the magic aura came back to his mind, and after double confirmation, he had roughly determined the other party's identity.

This is a demon, and the demon who can appear in Casalant’s house is most likely that person!

Regolas!

Suddenly, a slightly cruel smile appeared on Hawthorne's lips.

Haha, it’s you after all!

Ok, good, good!

I originally thought that after I eliminated your strongholds, you would become silent and dormant, and would not become active again for two or three years, and I would not be able to find any opportunity to kill you.

I didn't expect that you, a guy who obviously doesn't have much power left, would take the initiative to do such a big thing.

Haha, in that case, don’t blame me for killing you!

A strong, undisguised murderous intent was revealed in Hawthorne's eyes. Then, he reached for his Storm Hammer, silently chanted a spell, injected magic into it, and then threw it violently to kill -

whoosh-

The war hammer turned into a stream of light, pointing directly at Regolas's forehead. Regolas, who was furious with his subordinates, suddenly felt a strong threat of death. He turned over and tried to dodge, but it was too late!

A heavy hammer like a meteor smashed down on him!

boom--!

A terrible bang exploded on Regolas' body, and strong sound wave energy burst out. Even the few security guards beside him were instantly shocked unconscious and unable to stand steadily by the terrible noise!

Not to mention Regolas himself, his body flew backwards and his consciousness almost fell into a coma!

Nice, hit!

After taking back the Storm Hammer that flew back, Hawthorne turned over and jumped directly from the second floor. After landing steadily, he took out his double-headed sword and strode straight towards Regolas.

He ran very fast, but the theater was originally quite large, and Regolas was thrown far away by him. So at this moment, even if he ran like the wind and easily surpassed the speed of the world champion in sprinting, it still took him five seconds to rush to Regolas.

A purifying white light shone on the double-headed sword, and the blade fell with dazzling light. At this time, the demon had regained some consciousness from his coma.

Seeing the shining sword blade and feeling the terrible power within it, he was suddenly horrified. His intuition told him that this sword could directly take his life.

He rolled over and narrowly avoided his slash, then leaped into the air and his body began to deform!

Terrifying magical fluctuations surged from his body, and the well-made, straight suit he was wearing was torn apart, revealing the blood-red skin underneath and a pair of huge bat wings behind him!

call--

The huge red wings flapped vigorously, and the airflow instantly blew away the surrounding smoke and dust. Regolas himself rose to the middle of the theater, looking down with hateful scarlet eyes, and called out Hawthorne's name: "Nigel Hawthorne!"

The guards regained consciousness after being buried in the ground. When they saw his appearance, they screamed, "Devil! It's a devil!"

Chapter 496: Instead of running away, the enemy dared to fight back against me!

Obviously, these guards could not tell the difference between demons and devils, but whatever it was was enough to scare them, so they just retreated screaming for a while and no longer had any fighting ability.

Hawthorne looked up, seeing Regolas, who had revealed his true form and was looking down at him with hatred, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It was too slow. Even though he had just run faster than Bolt, his mobility was still a little too weak at this level.

The first-level spell, Longstride, is indeed cheap and useful, but in the final analysis, it just makes you run faster on the ground.

It can't let you fly, it can't let you teleport, it can't let you teleport, and it can't let you ether jump...

As for the enemy he now has to face alone, Regolas, he can fly, teleport, and even directly perform another-dimensional teleportation to return to his home world of Carnia.

Therefore, the spell of Long Stride is very useful at low levels, but it is not enough at this level. It is difficult to catch up with the enemy and it is easy for the enemy to run away...

Alas, the pain of close combat!

Damn it, why does the power of purification have to work only when there is contact?

He muttered to himself, but he didn't dwell on it too much. He shouted loudly, "Hurry up and leave! I will take care of this evil demon!"

All of a sudden, the guards ran out in a panic, their backs were in a mess, and there was no trace of their usual majesty. Soon, they were the only two left in the burning theater.

In mid-air, Regolas looked down at Hawthorne with hatred, and immediately understood who was the culprit that caused everything tonight!

This bastard!

Ever since he showed up, he has been ruining my plans time and again, taking away my Illusionist arm guard and stealing the credit for our killing of Mompot. Now that I have finally organized such a grand sacrifice to please Lord Mephistopheles, he is messing around again!

The gods had made a pact with Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, that the souls of mortals who had committed serious sins and did not repent would be

Your soul will be sent to the Nine Hells to become his subordinate and atone for your sins on the front lines of endless bloody battles.

Later, Asmodeus sent his messengers, many evil demons, to the material world, deliberately tempting mortals to fall and commit sins, in order to reap their souls and strengthen his own power.

Then, it was the current situation. The gods of order deliberately set countless restrictions, making it difficult for demons to enter the material world. Therefore, now, every demon messenger who can move in the material world can be said to be extremely rare.

Therefore, their tasks are very heavy, and they carry the soul's target on their shoulders. If they fail to complete it, they will be severely punished!

Regolas is now facing this dilemma. With his roots in Libel Harbor uprooted, he has lost the ability to complete his targets, so he plans to use this grand sacrifice to complete his tasks ahead of schedule. This way, even if he completes less in the next few years, his master will not punish him.

But now?

It's ruined, everything is ruined, all the plans that I carefully planned have failed, and everything is because of this man!

Die for me, die for me!

Nothing had gone well for the past six months, and today he failed again. Intense anger surged in his heart. Even though Regolas was usually calm, he finally lost his mind at this moment!

kill him!

This guy is growing so fast, there must be a god helping him!

As long as we kill him and offer his blessed soul to Lord Mephistopheles, everything that happened tonight can still be redeemed!

He was blinded by anger, his mind was almost insane, and then he stretched out his hand and chanted the spell: "Hold Person!"

Human immobilization.

Invisible magic invaded Hawthorne's soul, but the effect of "magic will" was immediately activated. Hawthorne's eyes were fixed, not affected by the spell at all, he took out the dimension bag, took out his battle wizard wand from it, and then began to chant the spell.

The effect of the curse sword curse was exerted, and a cold force invaded his body, and Regolas felt his body tremble. Then, he saw Hawthorne chanting a spell, and four wheel-sized magic circles appeared in the air, firing fierce energy beams at him!

A strong sense of crisis once again emerged in the mind of this demon. He immediately flapped his wings, turned his body flexibly and quickly, dodged the four explosions of magic energy, and quickly hid on the second floor, behind a huge round stone pillar.

"call……"

He let out a long breath, then used the stone pillar as a cover, turned around and cast a spell. Three flaming arrows flew in the shape of a "品" towards Hawthorne.

"Absorb Elements!"

Hawthorne strode on the ground, chasing forward, chanting the spell of "absorb elements", dodging his attacks while weakening them with magic.

Then the flaming arrows fell in different places, instantly igniting many carpets, curtains, wooden chairs and tables, causing new flames!

woohoo-

The flames grew larger and larger and burned more and more vigorously. The dazzling flames illuminated the entire theater and thick smoke filled every inch of the air.

On the second floor, behind the stone pillar, Regolas was panting heavily. In fact, as a demon, he was almost immune to fire and did not need to breathe too much. His resistance to the thick smoke was far beyond that of ordinary humans.

After all, the environment in the Ninth Hell is much worse than here.

He can survive in such an environment for a long time, but Hawthorne is a human being, he definitely cannot fight in such an environment for a long time - as long as he is not a legend, it is absolutely impossible!

This is the confidence of Regolas. He believes that as long as he can delay Hawthorne for a while, he will definitely be defeated!

He was so convinced, but then, four bursts of magic energy exploded onto the stone pillar behind him!