American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 210: Mephisto, Soul Church, Bloodbath

On the British Isles, amidst several pitch-black, barren, and hideous mountain peaks, a flat area spanning several square kilometers suddenly appeared. A dry, moistureless wind blew from somewhere unknown, whipping up massive air vortices and creating a smoky, chaotic scene across the flat ground enclosed by the mountains, making it impossible to see clearly. An elder wearing a black trench coat held a cane in his hand and waved it around haphazardly. As he waved his arm, circles of black light continuously emanated from his cane, causing fine ripples to spread through the surrounding space.

From the ground around him came the sound of countless small poisonous insects crawling.

Looking closely, a large swarm of poisonous insects had emerged from the ground, maliciously crawling a few steps towards him. Only after sensing the familiar magic power contained within the black ripples did they reluctantly writhe on the ground for a while before slowly burrowing back into the ground.

A black cat, completely pitch black with greenish-purple eyeballs, appeared from nowhere. It leisurely licked its glossy right paw with its tongue, then, with an utterly innocent look, softly meowed at the elder, "Meow."

This black cat, only about a foot long, but filled with an extremely bizarre aura.

Its fur was black, so black it seemed purple, like a deep pool that could suck in a person's soul.

Its two green eyes, however, carried a hint of demonic evil spirit, and looking at the elder, it seemed to be smiling.

"A mere evil spirit!" The elder's gaze ignited with blazing soul fire. He raised his cane, and a dark spell was about to strike the black cat.

"My Lord, restrain your anger!"

The air gently twisted and fluctuated, then, as if a curtain was pulled back, a figure shrouded in a black robe appeared.

Behind him followed several strange individuals in pitch black armor, each carrying a heavy knight sword, fully two meters long.

The Black Robed Person chuckled a few times and said in a low voice, "My Lord Mephisto, there's no need for you to be angry over a small black cat!"

"Meow!"

The black cat leaped into the Black Robed Person's arms. The Black Robed Person stroked the cat, its dark green eyes looking at Mephisto.

"Necromancer!"

Mephisto looked at the death knights behind the Black Robed Person, his gaze seemingly burning with soul fire.

Necromancers were not his followers. Necromancers were worshippers of another Dragon Lich Great Lord in Hell.

"Please follow me!"

The Black Robed Person walked towards a purely black Ancient Castle that had suddenly appeared ahead.

The Ancient Castle's pitch black Gate, a full meter thick, made of unknown materials, smooth as a mirror yet composed of countless black stripes forming a Demon Head, slowly opened.

Along the sides of the pitch black Tunnel, over two hundred Knights in pitch black armor stood holding their knight swords upright!

The heavy Iron Gate slammed shut, the pitch black Ancient Castle trembled, and then disappeared back into the swirling sand and dust.

After walking through the Tunnel, which was a full five hundred meters long, several Elders in black robes suddenly emerged from the complex, spiderweb-like Passages ahead.

Seeing Mephisto, they respectfully knelt on one knee, lowering their heads.

"My Lord!"

The Black Robed Necromancer saw them appear, nodded slightly, and transformed into a ball of black smoke, disappearing into the Passage.

"A small fellow, use the strength of your Dark Council to find him, and sacrifice his soul to me. I shall bestow upon you supreme strength!"

In the ancient Stone Hall, Mephisto looked down at the kneeling Black Wizards and spoke. He raised a finger, and a black mist materialized into a life-sized humanoid image.

On the upper level of the Stone Hall, in a place clearly designated as a meeting Room, the decoration was extremely luxurious, like a palace of gold.

A black crystal ball was displaying the scene from the lower Stone Hall.

Marvelous surveillance magic, undetected even by Mephisto! A furry werewolf, wearing ancient-style leather armor, at least two and a half meters tall, holding a meter-and-aalf long greatsword, grinned wide, revealing four large fangs.

"A mere Ordinary Person's soul is causing Mephisto to expend so much effort. It startled me. I thought the old fellow had lost his mind and was planning another true body descent!" As the werewolf spoke, his eyes flashed with fierce light, clearly plotting something.

"Mephisto is notoriously cunning. Be careful, don't let him cause trouble. If something truly goes wrong, hehe, Hell, that's not a good place!"

A Middle-aged Man, wearing an extremely old-fashioned but undoubtedly luxurious black tuxedo, with wavy long hair and a handsome face, said:

"Our Family doesn't want to experience another holy war triggered by the demon descent!"

He casually pressed a claw onto the bluestone railing beside him, and the thick railing immediately shattered into dust. A Vampire Clan member, judging by his aura, a truly high-rank Vampire Clan member.

"Keep an eye on them, keep an eye on Councillor Karl and the Mephisto-Following Lineage of Sorcerers. We don't want to provoke the sanctum mages, or that one!"

Several old wizards holding black cats set the tone.

"Demons, to true wizards, are just things to be exploited. A Demon descending in its true body is not in the interests of the Dark Council!

As mortals often say, only those in the sky are gods! Watch them. If they make any small moves, eliminate them. A Demon's clone, what excellent materials!"

Several Dark Bishops looked at each other and simultaneously let out terrifying sinister laughs! In the pitch black Ancient Castle, a chilling wind immediately swept through, and countless powerful creatures lurking in the darkness trembled at the sound of these conspiracy-filled laughs.

A few days later, Tang Manor. "Boss, the thing has been patched up!"

Tang Song was teasing the big cat in the Courtyard and feeding the fish. Schools of Koi swam in the Artificial Stream surrounding the Courtyard.

Lane directed several German Men to carry a piece of armor into the Courtyard. It was a three-meter-tall silver armor, covered in cracks, the Destroyer Armor that appeared in the small town on the border of New Mexico.

Tang Song walked up to the Destroyer Armor, placed his palm on it, and his divine sense penetrated the Destroyer's metal layer, sensing the runes contained within.

"What a pity!"

Feeling the intermittent Runic runes inside, Tang Song sighed. Although the cultural relic restoration Experts were skilled and had repaired the Destroyer, which was shattered by Thor's strike, to look presentable.

Unfortunately, the runes inside had long been reduced to dust.

"This armor is useless. Take it away and let the people in the Weapon Research Laboratory study it to see the material of this metal!"

Two German Men carried the patched-up Destroyer Armor away to the Weapon Research Laboratory.

Tang Song looked at Lane and asked, "Lane, has that batch of meat been sent to Siberia?"

Lane shook his head and said, "Boss, it's already on its way and will arrive today!"

"Okay! How is Ivan's Adamantium research coming along? Any results?"

"Currently, the Weapon Research Laboratory has manufactured the first batch of Adamantium. However, the purity is not high. Yashida's formula produces Secondary Adamantium Alloy, which is inferior in quality to true Adamantium Alloy. Vibranium's strength is far superior to Adamantium Alloy. Currently, Ivan is trying to adjust the formula!". "Hmm? How audacious!"

As Tang Song spoke, his eyebrow twitched. His figure suddenly disappeared without a trace. The next instant, his body appeared behind the rockery several tens of meters away. He reached out and grabbed at a figure that was rapidly fleeing.

Radhoyaane Amato was a Demon, a hybrid one. His cheap Father was some Dark Night Demon from Hell, and his mother was a human.

In the Dark Council, there were many half-demons like him. The reasons for their birth were numerous: cult sacrifice, dark wizard experiments.

He relied on his cheap Father's innate ability to freely travel in the shadows. He became the top infiltrator and spy in the Dark Council.

The Mephisto-Following Lineage of Sorcerers hired him for twenty million US dollars to investigate the background of this Asian.

If necessary, he could directly assassinate him. Of course, if he succeeded in murder, he would receive an additional thirty million in subsequent payment.

A mortal. Radhoyaane Amato held his poisoned serpent-shaped dagger in a reverse grip. He had just infiltrated the Courtyard.

Tang Song's gaze swept over. The strength contained in his eyes was something Radhoyaane Amato had only felt from the Dark Council President and Vampire Dukes. But compared to this Asian, the President's aura seemed somewhat weak.

Radhoyaane Amato trembled. Just as he was about to escape, Tang Song suddenly flashed in front of him.

Radhoyaane Amato couldn't even see Tang Song's action clearly. He didn't even know how Tang Song had discovered him. By the time he saw Tang Song's face, which was now close at hand, Tang Song's large hand had already grabbed his neck, lifting him up like a small chicken.

"Sulfur smell!" Tang Song said faintly. "Demon aura. What is your relationship with Mephisto!"

Tang Song could see the essence of this person's soul at a glance. Demon. The only one he had been dealing with recently was Mephisto. But Mephisto really thought he could kill him with this guy, even if his ability to hide and move was decent.

He even managed to fool the Big Dogs in the Manor!

"I..." Radhoyaane Amato was about to speak when Lane walked over, shattered his shoulders with two fists, dislocated his jaw, and kicked his kneecaps to pieces.

He was in charge of the Manor's security work. Letting someone sneak in without knowing made him lose face greatly in front of his Boss.

"Take him away and find out what's going on!"

Tang Song casually threw the person aside, and two German Men dragged him out.

"Boss! It's the Soul Church people. This is a notorious Evil Cult in the Underworld, worshipping the Hell-Lord Mephisto. We've already found out their base!"

In less than ten minutes, a German Man with blood all over his hands came to Tang Song and bowed to report.

"Lane, you haven't taken action in a while after the Serum Zero injection, have you? This is a good opportunity to test it out and get familiar with your strength!" Tang Song tilted his head and glanced at Lane.

"Yes, Boss!"

Lane led twenty Card Soldiers into a warehouse in Northern New York City.

About half an hour later, Lane, wearing a full set of Adamantium Alloy Plating Battlegear, emerged from the warehouse with his armed subordinates in a mighty procession, his face grim.

In Central Manhattan, a black Tall building, stacked floor by floor like a tower.

Around the Tall building, there was about a hundred meters of green space, surrounded by a ten-meter-high Iron Gate.

A black Lincoln car slowly drove into the Iron Gate and stopped at the entrance of the Tall building.

A Middle-aged Man with pale skin, wearing a brown suit, got out of the car with several other Middle-aged Men with strange complexions. He showed the skull-made badge in his hand.

The Iron Gate at the entrance automatically slid open slightly, and the Middle-aged Man led his people inside. The Iron Gate closed smoothly immediately after.

In the Hall inside the Gate, over thirty wizards in black robes stood in a semicircle. Seeing the Middle-aged Man enter, they immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Welcome, Priest Harby."

The Priest nodded and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, pay attention... I've had some bad premonitions lately. Anyone who dares to provoke My Lord is not simple. Gather the souls of psychic girls as quickly as possible so that My Lord's true body strength can break the sanctum mages' seal!"

"Yes, Priest Harby!"

"Hehe, summoning Mephisto's true body descent, who will the Dark Council listen to then!?"

Across the Tall building, in an Office on the top floor with the curtains drawn, the Necromancer held his black cat affectionately in his arms, pinching it tightly several times before saying, "Hmm, disrupt their action... if necessary, we can leak the information to the New York Sanctum!"

The Necromancer cackled, "That's right, that's right. I'm sure the sanctum mages wouldn't want another Demon Great Lord descending in his true body. Our information says that one is being held up by Dormammu?"

Standing beside him was an Elder with gray hair meticulously combed, fine wrinkles on his face, and bright blue eyeballs like two sapphires. His handsome face, tall and straight body, combined with his absolutely exquisite black gown, made him look like someone who had stepped out of the Middle Ages.

"Dormammu? Chairman Norse, do you think Dormammu can hold back the Sorcerer Supreme?"

Norse glared at him and muttered, "Dracula, don't mention that name."

"Those Demon-Worshipping Factions cannot be trusted. How much manpower do we have at hand? What do you say about us killing a Demon Great Lord's clone?"

Norse's soul fire under his black robe flickered wildly as he calculated, "You, me, plus twelve Vampire Dukes, seven orc chieftains, we can probably deal with one Demon Great Lord!"

Dracula glared at him, "Don't think that way. Mephisto's strength is a secret even in Hell. He is very strong, don't provoke him! What we need to do is disrupt his descent!"

Norse suddenly cackled for a while, tormenting the poor black cat in his arms.

"This kind of work, stopping a demon descent, if I remember correctly, was The Church's job in the Middle Ages. Huh?"

Through the window, Norse looked at the sky under the night. Several helicopters were circling above the opposite Tall building.

A strong wind hit them. Before the transport aircraft had even landed, the hatch was impatiently lowered, and dozens of Card Squad members jumped down from high altitude, riding Dark Magic Skateboards.

A young man in a white trench coat, holding a cane, stepped out and was already standing on the Rooftop of the Tall building.

White trench coat, handsome face. Norse was sharp-eyed; he noticed the cane's cane head was an ancient-looking beast head, its two silver eyeballs shining brightly.

The moment his gaze met those two silver eyeballs, he felt the skeleton under his black robe sting as if being cut by knives.

"It seems those who dare to provoke Mephisto are ruthless individuals," Norse chuckled, seeing the young man's face. "Poor Councillor Harby, someone has come knocking!"

"Hmm!?"

Tang Song felt the gaze of being spied upon and looked up at the opposite Tall building.

Over a dozen men in black suits jumped out of the cabin and stood behind Tang Song. "Boss!" Lane followed Tang Song's gaze towards the opposite Tall building.

"Let's go!"

Tang Song seemed to be stepping on air, covering several tens of meters with each step. Lane and a dozen others jumped directly off the Tall building.

Demon worship is very prevalent in the Federation. According to incomplete statistics from the Federal Government, there are nearly seven thousand Evil Cults in the Federation operating under the slogan of Evil Gods and Demons.

Of course, most of them are using the name of Evil Gods to swindle money and women, but there are also genuine ones among them.

The Soul Church, which worships the God of Souls, is one of them. They worship the Demon Great Lord, Hell-Lord Mephisto, and regard him as a deity.

These Fanatics are willing to offer their souls to their God.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff—"

At the Soul Church Tall building, twenty Card Soldiers on Dark Magic Skateboards hovered outside the Tall building, using their modified assault rifles to pinpoint and eliminate targets inside the building.

Infrared detection goggles made it impossible for anyone inside the Tall building to hide from them.

The modified assault rifles, with their outer layer of Adamantium Alloy Plating, could easily penetrate the solid structure of rebar and cement.

Before the Soul Church members could even react, their bodies were already pierced by the whistling bullets.

"Enemy Attack!"

Harby was praying with over thirty core followers in front of a Demon statue. Bullets penetrating the wall outside directly mowed down a large number of his followers.

Harby jumped up in anger. With a wave of the bone ring in his hand, countless phosphorescent fireballs surged out from the grayness, raining down on the poor wall.

As these phosphorescent fireballs were unleashed, the glasses of the Card Soldiers riding Dark Magic Skateboards flashed red. The Dark Magic Skateboards carried them rapidly away from the range of the phosphorescent fireballs' attack.

"Focus fire attack!"

After moving out of the phosphorescent fireballs' range, dozens of Card Soldiers simultaneously aimed their guns at the large group of Black Robed People inside.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!"

The assault rifles equipped with silencers focused fire. The Adamantium Alloy Plating on the surface made the force of these assault rifles even exceed some anti-material firearms!

Even though these Black Wizards were prepared and shrouded their bodies in a layer of black mist, several unlucky ones were still directly shot full of holes.

Green light rays shot out from the hands of these Black Wizards, counterattacking the Card Soldiers. But compared to their slow reaction speed, the Dark Magic Skateboards, equipped with intelligent software, circled in the air at near-sound speed, and these green rays were easily dodged by the Card Soldiers.

A strange wind blew from outside the Tall building, which had lost its wall, stirring up some dust and paper, making the visibility somewhat hazy for a moment.

Several Black Wizards were chanting spells, seemingly preparing some powerful black magic.

...Several sword lights like twisting electric light flashed by, piercing the hearts of these Black Wizards in black robes with sharp blades.

A silver rapier deeply penetrated their internal organs. The violent Black Water True Qi on the sword surged,

shattering all the wizards' internal organs. The powerful shockwave directly rushed towards their throats, causing them to spit out a mixture of shattered internal organ fragments and blood, before collapsing softly onto the ground, unable to move again.

Lane, wearing Adamantium Alloy Battlegear, revealed his figure in the Hall, holding the silver rapier and killing the remaining Black Wizards.

Dark Council Chairman Norse, watching from the opposite Rooftop with military binoculars, swallowed hard at the sight. "What bizarre methods, hmm, perhaps I should cast a permanent protective spell on myself!" Dracula looked at him with contempt, standing in the night wind: "Norse, as long as you hide your Phylactery well, no one in this world can kill you, a Necromancer!"

Harby watched as only a handful of people remained beside him, feeling utterly enraged. He gnashed his teeth and cursed for a while, then bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He used his heart's blood to draw a bizarre magic array in the air with both hands.

He roared, "Welcome, Demon from Hell... May you all die."

The ground trembled more violently. Faintly, pitch black flames could be seen emerging from cracks in the ground.

This Dark Council Councillor, the Pope of the Soul Church, had truly gone mad. Otherwise, he would never have used this extremely dangerous move.

If a true Demon was summoned, even if he was Mephisto's familiar, Hell is vast, and who knows what might be summoned. If he summoned Mephisto's enemy, then they would truly be in big trouble.

Blazing black flames swallowed half a floor of the Tall building. Several Soul Church Black Wizards who couldn't escape in time were instantly reduced to ash in the flames.

Black flame. A fiery figure was forming. One could vaguely see a Balrog walking from a Lava River towards the Current World.

"A Lord-level Balrog," Norse's expression was somewhat solemn. He was a Necromancer, and this type of large fire-attribute demon was his nemesis.

Demon Lords, in Hell, are beings second only to Hell Lords.

Tang Song and a dozen people came downstairs. Half of the Tall building was almost melted into nothingness by the black flames.

"Boss!"

The Card Soldiers had already landed on the ground.

"I am Laun, King of Fire!"

Ancient Infernal Language echoed from the Tall building! A massive figure, over four meters tall, made of flames, walked out of the burning Tall building.

Over four meters tall, a body composed entirely of blazing pitch black flames, this Balrog looked down at Tang Song and his group.

Its two crimson, basketball-sized eyeballs glowed with brutal and insane firelight.

Under its feet was blazing lava. With every step it took, the solid cement road beneath its feet would turn into rolling lava.

The Balrog stopped and turned its head to look at the Pope of the Soul Church. "A thousand human souls, and I will kill them for you! But your soul must also belong to me!" The Soul Church Pope, the Dark Council Councillor, turned pale. "Lord Balrog! My soul has already been offered to the great God of Souls!"

"God of Souls?" The Balrog was somewhat surprised. It took a breath, and two fiery dragons circled the Soul Church Pope.

"Mephisto's scent, that annoying fellow!"

The Balrog's tone could not hide its fear. "Two thousand souls. If it's not enough, I will devour your soul as well and take it back to the Volcano of Doom."

"Don't worry, Lord, two thousand souls, I will definitely deliver!" The Soul Church Pope said with a sigh of relief!

Tang Song looked left and right. Facing the legendary Demon, the soldiers of his Card Squad were restraining their shock.

However, not a single person showed any sign of fear. It seemed Kane and their soldiers were well-trained! Tang Song nodded approvingly, quite satisfied.

One must know that as the Marvel Plot develops, Demons might become small matters, with alien fleets and cosmic overlords appearing at that level.

If the subordinates he trained were already afraid and hesitant now, what use would they be in the future?

To put it bluntly, the investment in a single Card Soldier, starting from the Card House, including various dinosaur meat, nutrient potions, and weapon equipment for training, is roughly equivalent to a life-sized gold statue.

Looking at the Balrog in front of him, Tang Song's eyes held a hint of disdain. Summoning Demons, a common method.

He had seen many Demons recently. Ordinary demons, the Ghoul White Bone Banner was already tired of eating them!

"Lane, this Balrog is yours!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Lane stepped forward, shook his neck, and shed his armor. Immediately, the joints all over his body crackled.

"Come!"

Lane extended his right palm, beckoned with his hand, and made a provocative action!

"Mortal!" The Balrog strode forward, and a large hand made of black flames, as big as a winnowing basket, grabbed towards Lane.

Lane did not dodge or evade. He clenched his open hand into a fist. The clothes on his right arm immediately burst, revealing a muscular arm.

From his forearm to his fist, it all turned pitch black! Covered in black dragon scales.

He slammed it fiercely onto the fiery large hand!

"Bang!"

Only a muffled sound was heard, like two tanks colliding. Lane's body sank heavily downwards, the ground beneath his feet collapsed, and the ground beneath his feet was shattered into powder.

The Balrog retreated two steps, looking at Lane in disbelief. How could a fist hurt flames?

"Magic!" The Balrog looked at Lane's pitch black dragon scales arm and roared. Countless sparks sprayed from its mouth.

"Mu'atou, Hadu'angsong—" The Balrog swung a fist, and dozens of molten fireballs, the size of water tanks, smashed towards Lane.

Tang Song and the Card Soldiers behind him were all enveloped! Lane quickly moved his feet on the ground, leaving afterimages, and rapidly appeared beneath the molten fireballs, kicking them upwards one by one.

His dragon claw-transformed feet shattered the molten fireballs one by one, but some still slipped through.

Several Bodyguards standing behind Tang Song transformed into Lizard Form and rushed upwards, working together to intercept the remaining lava balls!

Just then, a pitch black fireball, about three meters in diameter, whistled down towards Lane.

This fireball emitted terrifying high temperature. Its dark radiance made the surroundings hazy. This ball of light seemed to absorb the surrounding light. The force contained within this fireball was extremely frightening. Lane vaguely felt that if he were hit by this fireball, he would definitely be burned to ash.

The Balrog let out sinister laughs. It was summoned to the Mortal Realm, and because of the damned Sanctum Magic Array, its strength was suppressed to one-third.

But its "Exploding Fireball" was not something humans could deal with!

Lane took a breath, his body rapidly expanded, his scales grew wildly, quickly swelling to about ten feet tall. With his muscular body, he transformed into a giant Dragonman!

He opened his mouth, and a Pitch Black Water Jet blasted towards the black fireball. A thunderous roar erupted in the air, like a giant cannon firing, giving a sense of invincibility and world-shattering terror.

Boom! The black fireball was directly blasted apart by Lane's roar.

The Balrog roared back, unwilling to be outdone, spitting countless flames towards Lane.

"Hiss!"

Lane's figure left afterimages as he suddenly appeared in front of the Balrog. With a sweep of his Dragon Claw, he directly dug out the Balrog's ruby-like heart.

A twisting crimson Soul Phantom wanted to escape back to Hell.

It was surrounded by Black Goo and extinguished in the water.

The Soul Church Pope, who had been hiding behind the Balrog, was also affected by the Black Water Beads and was directly shot full of holes by countless water beads—

In the distant Tall building, Norse and Dracula exchanged glances, feeling a chill run down their spines.

"Very strong, no wonder even Mephisto couldn't do anything about him!"

Norse held his black cat, his soul fire flickering under his black robe, and said to Dracula beside him. "So, you are also Mephisto's people!"

A voice sounded behind Norse.

Norse felt a chill down his spine. He stiffly turned around, and Tang Song, in his white trench coat, stood five steps away from him.

Dracula looked at Tang Song, his eyes tinged with crimson color. His fingernails on his ten fingers gradually began to grow longer, slowly extending out. He slightly bent over, poised to attack! Norse grabbed him, and nodded slightly towards Tang Song: "Respected Powerful One, I am Norse, Chairman of the Dark Council. As you can see, I am a Necromancer. This is Duke Dracula. We are not Mephisto's followers, nor do we intend to offend!"

"Good!" Tang Song looked at him, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from their sight.

He just left? Norse was a little doubtful. Duke Dracula's complexion suddenly changed, and he pulled Norse into the darkness.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, the air flickered with sparks. A Teleportation Gate sparking with firelight suddenly appeared in mid-air, and a white-haired Elder wearing a mage robe walked out.

He looked towards the remaining Balrog traces, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he drew a Teleportation Gate with his staff and walked in.

From the opposite side, the sound of wind and snow could vaguely be heard.

Norse and Dracula emerged from the shadows.

"A Mage from the New York Sanctum. Did he sense it!"

Norse's soul fire flickered. Looking at Dracula, he thought, 'Even more sensitive than you, a Vampire Duke.'

Dracula looked at his old friend with a dark face.

Norse pointed his short staff towards the sky, and a green firelight shot straight up, a green light so conspicuous in the night sky.

Norse, Dracula and three other Dark Council Councillors, leading their direct Subordinates, forty core Experts of the Dark Council, disappeared into the wind.

Himalayan Peaks, Kamar-Taj. Kamar-Taj gave off a feeling of being exceptionally deep, secluded, and stable.

The main Hall was nearly forty to fifty mu in size. The Ground was paved with black Volcanic Steel Rock, which is volcanic rock solidified after extremely hard volcanic lava.

Black Volcanic Steel Rock refers to volcanic rock with a metal content exceeding seventy percent in the lava.

This rock is extremely hard.

Because there had been incidents of magic out of control in Kamar-Taj, these Volcanic Steel Rocks were carved with secret magic patterns, providing extremely strong defense against various magic arts.

Extremely hard, and very tough black Volcanic Steel Rock was polished into one-meter-square heavy floor tiles and laid on the ground.

Between the floor tiles, there were complex Mortise and Tenon Joints connecting them, making the Courtyard ground a seamless whole.

A metallic luster faintly showed through the gaps between these floor tiles, indicating that metal solution had been poured between the tiles to make the ground even more solid.

A sparking Teleportation Gate appeared in the main Hall of Kamar-Taj. The many Mages cultivating in the Hall were not surprised and continued their closed-eye meditation.

"Master John, long time no see!"

A chubby Ethnic Chinese man stood up and went to greet the white-haired Elder who emerged from the Teleportation Gate.

"Master Wang, is the Master here? A Balrog Lord in New York broke through the Sanctum Defense Line!"

Master John, with white hair and beard, said with a serious face, "I suspect there's a problem with the Sanctum Defense!"

The chubby Master Wang, with a troubled look on his large face, said, "Master John, Ancient One has gone Spiritual Roaming and is not on Earth right now!"

Master John frowned. He knew this. For a period every year, Ancient One was not in Kamar-Taj. The matters in New York Sanctum were not trivial either.

"Master John, how about Master Mordo and I accompany you to take a look? If there is indeed a loophole in the Sanctum Defense, with the strength of the three of us, it should be enough to repair it!"

Hearing Master Wang mention his name, in the main Hall, a stern Middle-aged Man in a gray robe opened his eyes!

"Master John!"

Mordo bowed to John.

"Master Mordo!"

Master John returned a bow, "I'm sorry to trouble the two Masters!"

"It's our duty!"

The night was deep, and the wind and rain were more severe.

London, Dark Council Ancient Castle.

The Dark Council's Ancient Castle, just like the impression its name gives, was dark, oppressive, as if misfortune lurked everywhere. Inside the Ancient Castle built with huge black rocks, there were complex, narrow, and dark Passages like spider silk, leading to Rooms flickering with dim lights.

Everywhere there seemed to be people's whispers, but if you listened carefully, you couldn't hear anything. A cold wind drifted through the Passages.

Norse held his black cat, beside him was Duke Dracula, and the Werewolf Chieftain of the Orc Race. The three sat expressionlessly, sitting upright behind a centuries-old oak long table.

"The Dark Council is ours, and can only be ours. Whether it's Mephisto or other Hell Lords, they should stay in Hell. Why bother coming to the Mortal Realm for such hardship!"

Two balls of dark green soul fire flickered in Norse's eye sockets.

He was a famous Black Wizard since the Middle Ages, having experienced two Crusades and evaded The Church's pursuit.

He had fought life and death battles with Angels descending from Heaven.

Later, due to the aging of his physical body, he switched to cultivating as a Necromancer, and was the strongest Necromancer in the history of the Dark Council.

As the Chairman of the Dark Council, what he sought was strength, the truth between human souls. Demons, what were they?

He had dissected hundreds of Demons. Demons, however, were merely disgusting species from another dimension.

If he truly wanted to devote himself to Hell, he could immediately become a Demon Lord, a High-Rank Demon of the undead type.

What was so good about Hell? Poor hybrids, trying every trick to smuggle into the Mortal Realm, even those Hell Lords.

Led by Norse, seven members of the Dark Council's Committee of Thirteen, along with the Twelve Vampire Clans and the elite orcs of the Orc Race, launched a bloodbath targeting the Councillors who worshipped Demons and Evil Gods.

A pale Middle-aged Man, covered in blood and wearing a tuxedo, walked in and performed a Middle Ages gentleman's bow to the three.

Dracula looked at his direct Marquis, and asked in a deep voice, "Cleaned up!?"

"Family Head, the rebellious Councillors and their churches, their Clans have all been dealt with!"

The Vampire Marquis bowed and stepped forward, placing several things on the council table: a shattered crystal ball, an incomplete bone staff, a Blood Wolf Emblem. Norse's expressions suddenly relaxed, then quickly tensed up. The three exchanged glances and smiled at each other.

"Let's move the Dark Castle first. Mephisto has been here!"

Norse's soul fire flickered under his black robe, his withered and shriveled hand clutching the black cat's neck in his arms.

In the wind and sand,

the massive Dark Castle, like a living being, sank into the ground.

"It wasn't a problem with the Sanctum Defense Line, someone summoned a Demon!"

Master John, Master Wang, and Master Mordo arrived at the location where the Balrog fell.

Magic arts were cast one after another. Seeing the detection results, the three Mages breathed a sigh of relief.

The defense of the Three Sanctums was a Dimensional Defense Line personally set up by the Sorcerer Supreme, reinforced by countless Mages from Kamar-Taj over hundreds of years. If something truly went wrong, honestly, relying on the strength of the three of them to repair it, it would be quite difficult.

"Master Wang! Master goes Spiritual Roaming for a period every year, do you know where she goes?"

After checking and confirming that the Balrog did not break through the Sanctum Defense layer, Master Mordo and Master Wang were invited by Master John to be guests at the New York Sanctum.

Hearing Mordo's question, Master Wang sat in a comfortable large chair, holding a cup of black tea with double milk and double sugar, and kept shaking his head. "Ancient One is profound and unfathomable. How could I possibly guess her actions!"

Master Wang picked up an exquisite small pastry from the small round table beside him and put it in his mouth.

Mordo lowered his head, tasting the black tea in his cup, concealing the trace of resentment that flashed in his eyes.

(end of chapter)