Witch Monastery

In the next room, the double-headed sword in Hawthorne's hand and the giant sword in Kasa's hand began to glow with magical light. Following the line of the magic circle, they began to quietly explore each other's position.

As for all this, Sulfaro was completely unaware: "Tell me, what is the trouble?"

According to the excuse they had agreed on before, Shapiro said to the smoke shadow in front of him: "I contacted Jarlaxle, but the dark elf was very arrogant because he saw that I was a human. He also asked for exorbitant prices for everything and was insatiable."

"I have met with you twice and both times ended in bad terms. Please forgive me, my ancestors. I really cannot deal with these arrogant black guys."

Sulfaro's voice sounded nonchalant. He didn't seem to care much about the predicament Shapiro was facing. "The dark elves are all like this. There's nothing we can do about it. After all, the elves have the technology to create extremely powerful magical weapons."

"They have the capital, so we have to endure it, Shapiro, do you understand?"

Shapiro lowered his head: "That's what our ancestors taught us!"

He was still so obedient. There was no sign of rebellion. Sulfaro was very satisfied and nodded: "Well, that's good, Shapiro, continue to deal with the dark elf. I believe in your ability, you will definitely help him solve the problem, make him gradually dependent on you, and agree to all your requests."

Taking a deep breath, Shapiro continued, "Well, Ancestor, I am confident, but I still have a question that I have not yet asked you clearly."

"That is, why are we in contact with this dark elf? Since there is no way to become an equal friend with him now, I was thinking, why not just start with the specific incident, make a deal with him first, and then become friends."

Sulfaro raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't I tell you that some things can only be reliably obtained through his channels. No one else can do that."

Her experiments required some special materials that were unavailable in the Underdark and strictly controlled on the surface world. She couldn't wait for Shapiro to slowly gain momentum, so she needed to rely on Jarlaxle's channels.

"Yes, but what exactly is it?" Shapiro continued to ask according to the strategy they had discussed before. "I plan to first do some small business with him, and then slowly develop a deeper, more critical, and more comprehensive strategic partnership in the process, so as to unswervingly promote the grand strategic policy you are seeking to promote in the material world..."

He spoke these nonsense slowly to buy time for Hawthorne and others. Fortunately, he didn't talk for too long in total, and Sulfaro didn't doubt it: "Well, this idea is also good. In this case, I will give you a list..."

She then began to talk about some special materials, and Shapiro would patiently ask about the details of almost every question, requiring Sulfaro to give a more detailed explanation, and then write it down manually in his notebook.

In name, he wanted to ensure that there would be no problems in the subsequent work; but in fact, he wanted to delay time so that Hawthorne and others could collect more detailed intelligence.

As time went by, Sulfaro answered Shapiro's questions in detail, but her voice became visibly weaker and her attitude became more and more impatient.

Finally, after fifteen minutes, the fallen angel exploded: "Stop it, Shapiro, use your brain, don't let me think you are a loser who depends on me for everything!"

Shapiro kowtowed and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, ancestor. The truth is, I have suffered unimaginable setbacks in this matter..."

"I've given you a lot of guidance. If you can't even get past this, it proves that my judgment is wrong!" Sulfaro snorted coldly, "Next time we meet, I don't care what your reason is. I just want to hear that everything is going well for you!"

After she finished speaking, the smoke that formed her figure dissipated, leaving no trace in the air. Shapiro stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, extinguished the incense, put it away, and then smeared the core key parts of the magic circle. After ensuring that the magic circle was completely cut off, he turned around and asked the two people in the next room: "Father Hawthorne, what are the results of your investigation?"

He was very anxious. At this moment, in the cubicle, Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes, ended the conversation with Monport, and responded to him: "There is a result, come over."

He then turned to look at Heidi who was waiting behind him: "Where's the map? I need to mark it."

Die took out the map from the dimensional bag and spread it out. At this time, Kassa also opened her eyes and directly stated her result: "From here to the north and east, wow, roughly in this direction, and then a straight line distance of 900 kilometers..."

As she spoke, she took out a ruler and coins from her dimensional bag, looked at the scale, gestured, and then drew a small circle on it: "It's probably around here."

Hawthorne also took out a pencil, drew a small circle on it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, after landing, the subsequent route planning can also be made.

Come on, there is no need to search aimlessly." He smiled, "Then, tomorrow, we will set off immediately!"

Chapter 580 The Second Witch Night

Meanwhile, in Sulfaro's hideout.

"call……"

Taking the initiative to cut off communication with Shapiro, Sulfaro could hardly stand and his legs were shaking wildly.

She held onto the rock wall beside her with one hand and took several deep breaths before she finally regained her strength and stopped shaking.

She shouldn't have been so impatient with Shapiro, after all, this was her most reliable glove on the surface. But she had no choice. Before talking to Shapiro, she was conducting a crucial experiment, which had consumed a lot of energy, magic power, and physical strength, and she was already on the verge of her limit.

She didn't want to show any signs of fatigue or weakness in front of her contractor, so she chose to cut off communication as soon as possible to conceal her true condition.

"call……"

She took a deep breath, then turned around, pushed open the door, and left the small secret room.

At this time, outside the secret room, two Malenas, with the same bulging bellies, sat close together on the sofa and talked in a low voice.

One of them was holding a book in his hand, reading slowly, teaching the other to read; while the latter's face showed an innocent beauty that had not been contaminated by knowledge, and he awkwardly followed the former to learn these common sense of the material world.

Obviously, the former is the real Malena, while the latter is actually a copy of the Dark Angel.

Looking at the two people in front of him, a smile appeared on Sulfaro's lips.

She then walked to the side of the world's first dark angel, bent down, put her ear close to her abdomen, closed her eyes, and listened quietly to the movements inside, as if an artist was appreciating his own work.

Marlena stopped teaching and looked at Sulfaro with a worried look on her face. After the latter finished listening, she spoke softly, "Ancestor, don't force yourself. You should take a rest first."

"We all rely on your strength. If anything goes wrong with you, we will all be scared!"

Sulfaro slowly stood up, stroked the dark angel's hair with one hand, and said softly: "But I hope to see the results of my great experiment as soon as possible, to see if she can give birth to a seed that is exactly the same as her..."

The signs of pregnancy of the "world's first" dark angel were naturally the work of Sulfaro. She conducted many tests on the dark angel, including strength, agility, physical fitness, flying speed, magic affinity and even natural combat skills, and each one perfectly met her requirements.

Apart from their lack of common sense, they were born perfect warriors, able to fly at high speeds, knew basic combat skills, and could use magic to assist themselves. This made Sulfaro extremely satisfied. This dark angel was already a qualified sharp blade!

Now, the only thing that has not been tested is her reproductive ability: this is what Sulfaro is currently busy doing. She wants to try to see if this product can really replicate itself perfectly and give birth to babies wrapped in amber balls.

She even used her divine power to catalyze this process, which was also the reason why she was so weak before.

Marlena maintained a submissive expression and advised softly, "You shouldn't be in a hurry, Ancestor. Go and rest first. You are the most important person here."

Sulfaro nodded slightly, and the feeling of fatigue surged into his heart again: "Yes, ah, you continue to teach her all kinds of common sense, I'm going to take a rest first."

As she spoke, she slowly walked out of the small room.

After she left, the smile on Malena's face immediately disappeared and became full of worry.

She then turned her head and looked at the dark angel beside her. She stroked her abdomen and asked with concern: "Now, how do you feel?"

The dark angel had a look of grievance on his face that looked exactly like Marlena's. It looked distressing. "It's very heavy. I feel very tired and uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she reached out and hugged Marlena's arm, as if this would make her feel better.

Sulfaro made detailed and complex designs for the dark angels, and like the inherited memory of the dragon race, he transmitted some combat techniques directly into her mind, turning her into a powerful warrior.

However, she did not have the time to teach the dark angels a mature outlook on life. Therefore, when faced with poverty, this girl was still as fragile as a child.

It makes people feel pity.

Marlena sighed and gently stroked the head of the dark angel. After spending so many days together, she could hardly help but treat this innocent woman who looked exactly like her as her own daughter. Now that she was also treated like this by Sulfaro, she felt very sad.

But what can she do?

"Healing Word." Malena chanted silently and cast the first-level spell "Healing Word". This was the power that Sulfaro promised to give her. She had a good affinity with the power of this fallen angel. Now she could cast this spell twice a day.

A soft white light lit up and fell on the dark angel. The latter's expression looked much more relaxed, and then he leaned in her arms with a more submissive expression.

Malena held her as if she were holding her own grown-up daughter. But she thought that there was another one exactly like her in her belly.

She couldn't help but worry about her child.

These lives are innocent. They shouldn't always suffer such hardships and become killing tools in Sulfaro's hands because of her arrogant ambition!

They should also live a normal human life, and it is entirely up to their own choice whether to take up weapons, instead of being destined to die for the fallen angel from the moment they are born!

They should be saved!

Marlena stroked the dark angel's head, and then asked softly, "What if, I mean what if, one day in the future, I take you to resist someone and ask you to hurt her, even if that person is... for example, me."

"Can you do this?"

The dark angel blinked, then hugged her arms tightly: "I will never hurt you. I like you and you are good to me."

As she said this, her voice became pleading: "Can we run away secretly? I don't like the ancestor. I'm so scared of her. Besides, she made my belly so big and it's so uncomfortable..."

Marlena ruffled her hair, then said softly, "Be good, listen, don't do this for now."

"One day, we will all be able to live in freedom."

She spoke softly, her eyes twinkling.

She was also waiting for the day that Sulfaro had mentioned.

The first Dark Angel had already developed a feeling of disgust towards Sulfaro, so it was conceivable that with her arrogant and violent way of behaving, all subsequent Dark Angels would gradually start to think the same way.

And she herself likes to conduct experiments at all costs, making herself so weak. Perhaps, one day in the future, she can lead these poor girls and raise the banner of rebellion against their ancestors...

Malena had never done anything like this before, but she felt that she had to do it for herself, for the baby in her belly, and for these poor dark angels!

bang——

At this moment, the door suddenly opened. Malena, who was immersed in her own thoughts, was startled. Seeing Sulfaro coming in, she immediately stammered, "Ah... Ancestor, you are back? Is there something wrong?"

She thought that Dark Angel No. 1's words were too rebellious and were heard by Sulfaro, who was coming to teach her a lesson.

However, what Malena did not expect was that Sulfaro did not seem to care about these things at all. Her eyes were full of fanaticism and her chest was heaving!

"There's news, Marlena!" she said. "In ten days at the most, or five days at the shortest, it will be the night of the double moon!"

"We don't have much time left. We must seize this opportunity and verify all the results!"

Marlena blinked her eyes. "Ah? Ah... Congratulations, this is really a good thing!"

Sure enough, the arrival of the double-moon night was irregular. She never expected that this day would come so soon!

Fate didn't seem to give her more time to prepare. The baby in her belly hadn't even been born yet, and the hundreds of dark angels in the laboratory were about to be catalyzed into adulthood. This sudden change caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but become more worried.

Trouble, the difficulty of handling these things will increase a lot...

Chapter 581 Intimacy at the Bottom of the Lake (I)

On the dark lake.

A small boat was moving forward alone and quickly. It had no sails, and there was no wind on the lake. At the same time, there were no oars extended from its base to row.

However, the water in front of it seemed to recognize the way and automatically parted to make way for it; the lake water behind it also seemed to understand and automatically gathered together to form a thrust that pushed it forward.

Obviously, this ship looks like an ordinary ship, but its power is completely different: it is almost entirely driven by magic, which makes it not only faster, but also more stable.

This is the boat where Hawthorne and his group are.

After Shapiro ended his communication with Sulfaro, everyone determined the exact location of the fallen angel. Then, they and Lotun determined the route after landing, and without further delay, they set out together and headed straight for their destination.

However, the Underdark was not like the surface, most of it was rocky, with only a few places having roads. Even if they walked on the Dark Lake, they would have to take several detours to avoid the rocks, so it would take some time to actually reach the place.

As for the magnet, in a separate room in the boat, Hawthorne was alone here, reading the spell book in his hand. There was only one spell recorded on it, which was the "Tasha Extraordinary Form" he wanted to learn.

Although there is no study room to assist him, his learning efficiency is much higher than that of ordinary mages, thanks to the "Eye of the Rune Guardian" that can understand all texts.

In addition, he had studied this spell for more than a month before, and now he felt that he was only a little bit away from truly learning it!

"call……"

Letting out a long breath, Hawthorne closed his sore eyes, stretched out his fingers, rubbed his temples, and tried his best to relieve his fatigue.

He had memorized all the spells, gestures, methods of mobilizing magic power, and the order in which they were needed for this spell.

All he needed now was an opportunity: perhaps a sudden encounter, or a flash of inspiration after waking up refreshed, or perhaps a few dozen repetitions of practice.

……

As long as he waits for that opportunity and breaks through this layer of window paper, his strength will take another leap forward!

He was thinking about these ambitiously in his heart, and at this moment, in the sea of ​​his consciousness, the system made a soft "ding" sound.

This is when new news appeared. Hawthorne opened his eyes, called out the system, and was shocked when he saw the red countdown text on it.

There are only seven days left, and Witch Night is coming again!

Now, what is displayed on his system interface is the countdown to the arrival of Witch Night.

The two moons in the sky will be hanging high above the world at the same time in six days, twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes. The barriers of the material world will be distorted by the huge gravitational force and become weak, and then the chaotic energy outside the world will invade it, causing many unpredictable changes and disasters.

At that time, many witches will be born in the material world, but most of them will completely die if they live for more than one second; only a very few will be able to survive successfully, find a place of their own in the material world, and slowly lurk and live in human society.

Just like Heidi and the others did before.

But at the same time, Witch Night is almost equivalent to Hawthorne's absolute home court: on that night, he and his witches will have an endless supply of magic power and can squander their power more unscrupulously.

Not only that, because of the existence of the power of purification, they can also remain sane and no longer go crazy: each of them will become incomparably powerful, and can easily surpass their previous limits and do many things that they never dared to think of!

Seven days left?

Hawthorne took a deep breath, and his tired heart became excited again.

This sudden change did not disrupt his plans. On the contrary, it made him feel more urgency.

If they can reach their destination within the next seven days, find Sulfaro, and have a decisive battle that night, then their chances of winning will increase greatly!

According to the previous plan...