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

A large group of people with red eyes swarmed up the winding mountain road and rushed towards the castle like a tide of zombies.

The regular defenders led by the guard captain Osmond used shields to block them at the "Arc de Triomphe", which was the huge gate when entering the mountain top platform from the mountain road.

But the number of defenders was ultimately outnumbered by the large number of ordinary people, and they were on the verge of being unable to hold on.

"Sir, are we going to kill them?"

On the roof of the castle, the members of Fomalhaut who stayed behind in the basement of the castle had gathered in black robes, waiting for Altaïr's orders.

But this time even Altaïr was a little hesitant.

If he were asked to kill someone, it would be as easy as drinking water and eating. But once the matter became connected with the people, family, and politics, he would be in trouble.

After all, these crazy people are not enemies, but locals who were born and raised in the Blofeld territory. If they are killed, it will have a negative impact on the entire territory.

If this matter is used maliciously by someone with ulterior motives, the situation will be even worse.

"It's too late to ask Madam for a decision now. We must make a decision immediately..."

Altaïr was well aware of the current situation.

Just then, he discovered that there were a few people who were not normal among the manic crowd.

No...it's too normal.

Everyone else had red eyes and was screaming, but they just wore ordinary people's clothes and mixed in, just following the crowd, and doing nothing else.

If it weren't for Altaïr's strong perception, they would have gotten away with it.

He immediately gave orders: "There are a few normal people in the crowd, pick a few out and quickly interrogate them."

"understand!"

Dozens of people in black robes jumped off the eaves or roofs together and rushed into the crowd at an extremely fast speed. After a while, they picked out several "ordinary conspicuous guys" and brought them back to the roof.

At the critical moment, Altaïr even stopped talking and said nothing. He just punched one of them in the stomach with such great force that it broke most of his intestines and maybe even his gallbladder. He shrank into a shrimp in pain.

"Say, identity, purpose, and how to get the masses back to normalcy."

Cold sweat covered his face, but he just struggled to raise his head and forced a smile at Altaïr. Before he could say anything...

"boom!"

His head was crushed by Altaïr.

Then he moved on to the next person.

A few seconds later... BANG!

To him, a human head is just like a watermelon. A head that cannot talk is just a watermelon.

Soon it was the last person's turn, and Altaïr repeated the question.

“Hehehehe… Feel the despair… Be trampled under the feet of the people you protect… You don’t dare to kill them, right?”

"That's right~"

"Long live the Chaos Church!!"

After saying this, he was kicked to death by Altaïr.

Just when the last person died completely, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred. The crowd, who were already furious, became even more violent as if the seal was released.

Originally they were just charging at the defenders' defenses, but now they were attacking them without knowing the severity of their attacks.

Some of the defenders holding shields soon became bruised and battered.

"No, they are part of the seal and also the bait!"

"Miscalculation..."

The situation has become even more difficult now, and Altaïr feels that he is not suitable for this kind of thing.

Now, the worst situation has come, and he must take action to get rid of all these people.

However, just as he was about to make a move, the red moon hanging in the sky had disappeared, and a normal moon appeared through the thick clouds.

Without Hongyue's hypnosis, the crowd actually returned to normal, looking at the guards who were beaten black and blue with a confused look on their faces.

"Did I hit you?"

"What do you think..."

"Oh, sorry, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to..."

Watching this scene, Altaïr breathed a sigh of relief.

But in his perception, a powerful aura appeared out of nowhere!

It’s not over yet!

He had been buried very deeply and had not appeared until this moment, and he rushed towards the castle at a very fast speed.

"Die now, you bold lunatic!"

Osmond was close, and the spear in his hand stabbed at the man like a dragon emerging from the sea.

With a "puff" sound, the guy was poked into a big cockroach on the ground!

Spread out and continue rushing towards the castle.

At this time, Altaïr arrived in time and cast a large-scale light killing magic, which directly roasted most of the cockroaches on the spot. The smell of barbecue immediately filled the air.

"Another one escaped!!"

"Chase!"

The two rushed into the castle and headed straight to the lobby.

There was no doubt that their carefully planned attack was definitely aimed at those attending the dinner!

"Bang!!"

They kicked the door open from the left and right, and screams suddenly rang out in the lobby. They also happened to see cockroaches falling from the ventilation duct onto the carpet.

The two were overjoyed, fortunately they arrived in time.

Altaïr condensed a cone of light and tried to shoot it from a distance, while Osmond had already rushed forward with a spear.

Just when their attack was about to land on the cockroach, it fell down on its own...

The next second, the cockroach was forced to transform into a human form. He was the assassin who had just hidden in the crowd. He had lost too many clones and was stabbed by Osmond. He was now covered with scars and bleeding profusely. He would not live long.

He lay on the carpet, and when the light in his eyes disappeared, his lips opened and closed:

"Chaos...is coming."

boom!

His blood became the medium, irreversibly forming an evil magic circle on the ground, and an unknown terrifying existence seemed to be summoned by him...

It was like a mass of flesh, with no muscles, strange black lines and blood vessels all over the body, rising and falling like a heart.

It had no head and no eyes, yet everyone present seemed to be being stared at by it.

"Dragon!? It's not dead yet?" Grace was amazed. "No wonder the scum of the Chaos Church dares to be so active."

"It's just a clone, Altaïr. Let's use light magic together to defeat it!"

"no problem!"

The two chanted the spell of the Spear of Eternal Night's End together, and light magic power burst out of their bodies, forming a violent torrent around them, and then gradually gathered together to form the shape of a spear.

Faced with the unknown existence, no one dared to act rashly. Domi and others on the side were so scared that they hid under the table, not even daring to raise their heads.

He really didn't dare. In a battle of this level, he might be killed if he showed his head. Domi was the only one who dared to stick half of his head out to take a look at the situation.

To be honest, the fact that Grace was wearing an evening gown and looked like a noble lady, but could perform advanced light magic with her hands gave people a strong sense of contrast.

I can only say that she is worthy of being his mother! She is really awesome!

The two of them condensed the Spear of the End of Eternal Night and threw it at the giant tumor Dragun at the same time, instantly piercing through its body. Under the burning of light magic, it would be difficult for a tumor of this nature to recover from the wound.

Dragun felt pain, and a baby-like cry came from his trembling tumor, so shrill and sharp that it seemed to pierce a person's eardrum.

Everyone covered their ears with painful expressions. Some of the weaker ones couldn't hold on and even fainted on the spot.

Grace's face suddenly turned pale and she shouted, "They don't even plan to take it back, they want to sacrifice this clone directly!"

"what happens?!"

Altaïr did not participate in the subjugation of Dragun's original body at that time, and did not know what would happen after sacrificing the clone, but Grace had been there with Carlos, so she should know.

"Chaos and disorder! This is its symbol. No one knows what will happen, including itself!"

"Varied……"

Before Altaïr could finish his words, he was swallowed by endless darkness.

The huge black curtain gradually expanded, covering the entire castle on the mountain top, but disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

In the secret ancestral hall, the shadow of a man was looming. He was wearing a simple yet luxurious robe. He just raised his hand slightly and suppressed the darkness caused by the Della sacrifice.

The ball of darkness did not disappear, but was continuously compressed and collapsed by the boundless gravity, eventually forming a small ball in the palm of his hand. With another light squeeze, it completely turned into fragments and dissipated.

"Boring stuff, made me get up for nothing."

If Domi was here, he would definitely recognize him. This man was the one who spoke so frivolously during the Zhou-Zhua ceremony! He was the one who could chat and laugh with Sebastian, the veteran of the server!

Summer Blofeld.

The second generation head of the family, a great legendary gravity magician.

Even though he has been dead for a long time, his residual soul, which carries some of his power in life, still survives and protects Blofeld for generations.

Even though his power is far less than it was in its heyday, it is still easy for him to crush a bunch of evil god's clones.

The so-called evil gods are nothing more than creatures that are believed in by others.

In the final analysis, it is still flesh and blood.

As for divinity, haha, can such an ugly thing possess that?

Only after he was promoted to legend did he catch a glimpse of divinity.

After doing all this, Summer went back to sleep.

However, just as his remaining soul was about to lie back in the coffin, he seemed to discover something was wrong...

"Hiss... Oops, this guy's main purpose doesn't seem to be to blow up the castle..."

His remaining soul immediately floated into the lobby and found his grandchildren, grandchildren and grandchildren's wives.

"Mr. Summer, thanks to you for your help this time." Grace thanked from the bottom of her heart.

Summer's eyes were a little erratic. Anyway, he didn't dare to look at Grace. He seemed a little embarrassed and said:

"Well, maybe I slept too long, and my mind was a little unclear. I didn't notice the evil god's true purpose for a while, and I was busy suppressing the additional space collapse."

"Uh..." Grace didn't quite understand: "What do you mean by this?"

Before Summer could continue to explain, Mrs. Greenville screamed, and Grace immediately ran over, followed by Summer.

"What's wrong?!"

"Gresa... Ai Wei, and the children, are all gone!"

"What!?"

"Well... this is what I want to tell you."

Grace followed Mrs. Greenville's gaze and saw that all the children who were chatting here were gone, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.

They searched almost the entire castle but couldn't find it.

In the end, Carlos came back and used time-tracing magic to simulate the scene at that time.

After seeing the cause of the incident, the more experienced Summer immediately came to the conclusion:

"It is known that the symbol of the evil god Dragun is chaos and disorder. Even if the clone is sacrificed, the impact is unknown and random."

"And it was artificially implanted with the subconscious that 'children are the target'. So when sacrificing itself, the dark explosion was just a cover. The purpose of the Chaos Church was to use the unknown effect on the children."

"So...how are the kids now!?"

"don’t worry."

Summer's residual soul floated to the place where Domi and the others were hiding. Then, a mysterious power spread from him...