There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

"You should know that we came prepared and brought the 'Cone of Light' with us."

Nyx nodded from time to time while listening: "Yes, that is a tool made by the Glorious Church, specially used to deal with the Cunningham family."

"I need the Mark of Night. If possible, could you please give it to me? After all, I don't want to fight and hurt the relationship."

Nyx looked deeply at the young man. His eyes were full of confidence and the arrogance of a superior rewarding a subordinate, as if being able to have a good talk with her was already a huge concession.

She just chuckled, not knowing where the other person got the confidence from.

"The god who created the Law of Night disappeared when the Cunningham family was passed down to the third generation. Since then, countless people have coveted this mark. But even so, the successive heads of the Cunningham family have protected it with the power bestowed by God."

If she could be easily dealt with with just a 'Cone of Light', then why would those charlatans of the Glorious Church have held back for so long...

As expected, the talks broke down in the end.

Xia sighed, and Domi had nothing to say, as Nyx had made her meaning very clear.

He stood up slowly, releasing all of his hidden aura, as if he could blow the roof of the mansion off.

"Since you seem quite confident, Madam Nyx, there is nothing more to say. Let's see if you can protect it like your ancestors did."

Nyx stood up, and this time she began to face Domi, the uninvited guest, because she discovered through the perception ability of the Mark of Night that this man actually had the aura of at least two upright gods!

These auras were hidden so well that she could only detect them when Domi released them actively.

But she is still not afraid, because as long as she is in the world created by the barrier, she cannot be defeated!

Then the two of them looked at each other quietly, waiting for the other's first move.

Domi gave orders to the Black Prince directly with his mind.

The next second, a huge dragon head smashed into the window of the mansion and suddenly appeared in the living room, occupying half of the space.

"Shia, go outside with the Black Prince first."

"clear."

She knew that she could not play her best role in such a battle, and the best solution was to leave the battlefield and observe from a distance.

There is already a tacit understanding between the two.

"Ancient dragons, how nostalgic." Nyx glanced at the Black Prince, as if recalling the mythical era ruled by ancient dragons.

"I didn't expect you to be quite old..."

"I thought you were quite polite."

However, at the moment of speaking, Domi directly used Blofeld's first move - sneak attack!

"Look at the cone!"

A ray of solidified light traveled through the space at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Just listen to 'puff'.

With the splash of noble blood, the 'cone of light' known as the nemesis of the Cunningham family pierced Nyx's chest and heart, and nailed her to the wall on the same side of the fireplace.

The purpose of the Cone of Light is unknown, but currently it seems to restrict Nyx's movements.

The blood flowed along the curves of her body, soaking the lace at the hem of her skirt.

Her hair was disheveled, which made people feel pity for her.

But Domi will not pretend to pity her, but will use the most violent means to kill her!

The next second after controlling Nyx, nine crystal knives flew out, cutting every part of her body. At the same time, he rushed out like a chariot, and punched towards Nyx's face with a 300% bonus from the Star-Stepping Boots.

click-

There was the sound of bones breaking and the touch of flesh being crushed. Nyx's originally elegant and gorgeous head had been shattered by Domi's punch, and red and white were scattered all over the ground, contaminating the embroidered beige carpet under his feet.

He took a few steps back. At this moment, Nyx was absolutely dead.

The headless corpse slumped limply on the cone of light, with a unique kind of poignant beauty.

“It’s so easy…”

Nyx died so easily and with almost no resistance, which made Domi feel extremely weird.

Just then, he noticed something and looked out the window as if possessed.

All the black roses in the flowerbed were in full bloom, even the buds that had not yet matured.

The pale moonlight shining on the matte black roses has a unique beauty just like Nyx at this moment, like the art of funeral music that is not understood by the world, or like a lovelorn boy running in the rain under the dark sky.

When this strange phenomenon appeared, Domi felt something was wrong.

When he looked towards the flower garden again, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

A completely intact Nyx appeared at the edge of the rose bed as if nothing had happened, and she bent down to pick a flower and pinned it on her equally black long hair.

She stood up gracefully, smiled and waved to Domi in the living room.

Nyx is still alive, so what was that corpse just now?

Domi turned his head and saw that the body was still there. Even the clothes he was wearing were the same as those of the living Nyx, and there was even some temperature left.

Whether it was physical, magical, or spiritual, this was the real body of Nyx! Not an illusion or a mirage, those things could not hide from him.

Weird, so weird...

He pulled out the Cone of Light and rushed out of the mansion, tearing through space and finding Nyx beside the flower garden.

"How about these black roses I grew? Are they pretty?"

Domi said nothing and burned them all in a fire.

Nyx was not angry either, and still looked into his eyes with a smile. Those dark pupils seemed to reflect a person's darkest heart.

The next second, she was pierced by the cone of light again and became another corpse.

After that, next to the fountain, in the study, the piano room, and even the bathhouse, Nyx's corpses are now scattered throughout the manor. You can barely take two steps to step on your hands or head...

Domi fell into deep thought.

As Nyx's calm and smiling gaze filled his eyes, he looked up at the dark night sky. He felt that this villa was increasingly depressing and terrifying. With corpses scattered all over the ground, the murderous intent in his heart was gradually becoming uncontrollable.

But you must control yourself. Once you lose control, you will be the one who dies.

At this time, Nyx walked towards Domi with graceful steps, lifted the hem of her black dress with both hands, bent her knees and squatted slowly. This was the starting posture of a dance.

There seemed to be an air person standing in front of her, with one hand on her shoulder and the other hand holding the air, dancing a twirling social dance step beside Domi.

The dark record on the record player located in the corner of the living room of the mansion spun by itself, the golden needle fell, and melodious classical music resounded throughout the manor.

In the music, Domi heard Nyx seem to be chanting a poem:

"The mystery of creation is like the darkness of the night - it is great. And the phantom of knowledge is but like the morning mist..."

Chapter 303 Idealism

Chapter 303-302- Idealism

Through this series of observations and observations of Nyx, Domi can now be sure of one thing -

The power granted to the Spokesperson by the Mark of Night is extraordinary.

It is not like other literal powers, such as the 'Shadow Beast' which can strengthen his shadow magic and give the power to devour matter.

It is more like an abstract conceptual symbol.

dark night...

He lowered his head and fell into deep thought, allowing the fearless Nyx to dance beside him.

Night...what does it mean?

He couldn't help but think of the ancient times in his previous life, when there were no lights or fires and people lived in pitch darkness.

Whenever night falls, primitive people can only curl up in narrow caves, relying on the weak moonlight shining at the cave entrance, and carefully explore outside. Everywhere is full of unknown and dangerous mysteries...

"The mystery of creation is like the darkness of the night - it is great. And the shadows of knowledge are but like the morning mist."

At this moment, he remembered the poem that Nyx had just recited.

He suddenly realized!

Look at it with a changing perspective.

The night at that time meant more than just the difference between day and night for the people at that time, it also meant endless mysteries and crises!

This explains all the weird behaviors shown by Nyx, because that is the power given to her by the Mark of Night!

Mystery, occultism, spiritualism, faith…

He felt that the key point was this "idealism". As long as Nyx didn't want to die, who could make her die?

Domi smiled, and Nyx's dance music came to an end.

"clatter--"

The high heels made the last sound on the stone slabs, and then she gracefully bent down in front of Domi and touched her chest. The pupils like the endless night looked at Domi again. This time he saw more, more unknowns, as if the abyss was about to swallow him.

"I'm sorry for making a fool of myself, but please forgive me because I haven't met a living person in a long time."

Nyx returned to her original dignified appearance:

"Now, you should know the gap between you and me. As long as I am here, you can't defeat me, and you can't take the Mark of Night from me."

"Take your loved ones and pets and leave. I won't make things difficult for you."

"Oh, no, that won't do. What I hate most is to go on a trip for nothing."

"Really?" Nyx sighed, and then a hint of murderous intent appeared on her unchanging face: "In that case, I can only ask you to stay here forever."

However, just when Nyx was about to switch from defense to offense, Domi suddenly spoke up:

"The cone of light, its function should be far more than just using light to restrict your movements."

For some reason, Nyx always felt like he was stripped naked under Domi's gaze, as if no secrets could be hidden from him.

Nyx didn't intend to respond, but Domi immediately followed up with a sentence:

"If my reasoning is correct, your power comes from the authority granted to you by the mark of God. However, unlike the 'spokesperson' and me who can directly use the power, you must use it through some kind of connection."

"Usually it's faith or spiritual ideas, and these abstract concepts must be connected by an entity as a 'medium', am I right?"

Nyx remained silent. Domitian suddenly felt a pain in his stomach. The thorns covered with sharp thorns were growing wildly inside. It would not be long before they broke through the stomach wall and entered all parts of the body.

The consequences of thorns growing inside the body are obvious. Even death will not be a beautiful one.

But Domi was also a ruthless man. Under Nyx's slightly open-mouthed gaze of shock, he actually reached directly into his abdomen, cut off the surrounding vascular tissue with a small crystal knife, and then took out the entire stomach covered with thorns.

The scene was once very bloody and terrifying.

Nyx began to doubt her life. Are you the owner of the villa or am I? Is it so abstract and scary?!

"You're crazy." She frowned.

"No, I'm not crazy."

His entire stomach was taken out, but there was not much pain on Domi's face.

The devilish training with Okes Weezy gave him an extremely high pain threshold, and a small thing like losing an organ was as painless as cutting a bud.

And this is not burning a path.

Just now, the fourth bishop of the Reformed Church gave him a lesson, teaching him how to use magic to create a magic organ to maintain his life and combat effectiveness.

His magic power and control ability are no worse than the Fourth Bishop, so he can naturally do such a thing.

As for instantly transforming the magic organ into the original organ, he is currently unable to do it. He can only rely on his newly enhanced super self-healing ability to recover naturally after the battle.

"That cup of scented tea just now was also a 'mystery' you created, right? It couldn't spread into the blood like normal liquids, but stayed in my stomach. This is the moment you were waiting for."

Domi said slowly, stripping Nyx's layout cleanly.

Nyx's face became completely gloomy:

"I gave you a chance to leave. If you had left, this cup of tea would not have taken effect. This is all your own fault."

The more Nyx reacted like this, the more Domi was certain that his previous inference was correct.

It has been so long since this old woman last interacted with living people that she probably couldn’t even hide her expression properly.

"The medium is in the mansion, right?"