Escape! Escape! Escape from here! At this moment, Albert had only this thought in his mind. He ran down the stairs, walked through the corridor, rushed through the door, turned around and locked the door to death, hoping that it could stop the pursuers a little, but the next second, the door turned into broken wood all over the ground with the explosion.

A black smoke whizzed out from the door, hovering around Albert, surrounding him, and Albert wielded the sword in his hand in vain. The blade passed through the smoke but only cut into the air. The other party seemed to be playing with him and was not in a hurry to take action.

Albert was determined to calm down and noticed that there seemed to be a human face in the black smoke. He stabbed out with a sudden sword...

But the face leaned back and hid away. The black smoke condensed into a body under the face, transforming into the image of a man in black robe.

Albert wanted to stab another sword, but the other party raised his hand—

Petrochemical technique! A white light flashed by, and Albert's body suddenly stood there, like a sculpture.

Floating technique! Another white light flashed by, Albert felt his body floating up, and the man grabbed his hair, pulled him as if he was holding a balloon, and walked towards the castle.

When Albert was dragged back to the banquet hall, the massacre was over here.

He saw his family, servants, guards of the manor, and some unrecognized villagers lying on the ground, arranged by several black-robed men into a pentagram of stars. They were motionless and had no obvious wounds on their bodies, but they were undoubtedly dead. The miserable white faces, empty eyes, and the stench of death filled the air were all reminding him of this.

Before Albert could even be sad, he fell to the ground.

"Essek, there is one more here." The man in black robe who was dragging him shouted.

The man who had been sitting in his master's position and looking at a thick ancient book shook his head, "No need, the offering is enough."

"Is it better?"

Essek snorted coldly, half as if explanations, half as if teaching: "The summoning technique of another world is not a random amount of barbaric sacrifice, but a precise magic ritual. [Seventy-seven lives, seventy-seven souls, a feast of killing, and a sea of ​​blood] This is the basic condition for summoning the Devil Lord. Self-changing will only bring unnecessary risks."

The man in black shrugged, grabbed Albert's sword, and stabbed him into the back of his heart with a sword.

Albert was not dead. He felt severe pain passing from his chest to around his body. The sword slashed. These men in black robes might be powerful wizards, but they were obviously not excellent swordsmen.

But this sword was still fatal, because blood was constantly flowing out of his body, soaking the carpet under his body. Perhaps it would be fatal in just a few minutes. Anger, despair, fear, and chaos filled his chest, but Albert didn't say a word. At this time, he could only pretend to die, and perhaps even a little chance of survival.

Esseck did not notice that someone was not dead, and at this time his attention was all on the mysterious ancient book in his hand.

In order to get this book, he lost most of his subordinates, and even he was seriously injured. The lair that he had been running for a long time was destroyed. He could only flee everywhere with the remnants. He finally found a chance to breathe in this remote manor, but all this was worth it. If his subordinates died, they could attack again. Anyway, they were just cannon fodder.

Only power is the eternal truth, and knowledge is the carrier of power. Even if the content displayed in the book is only understood a little, it will benefit him a lot, marveling at the mystery and ancient wisdom of ancient people.

At this time, he was very convinced that this book could allow him to reach the peak of his power and even become a god.

His abdomen suddenly felt a thrust, and Essek covered his stomach, but the wounds there still did not heal.

‘Damn purifiers, you will pay for what you have done, just wait for me to gain enough power from this book…’

He glanced at the busy men and knew that there was not much time to waste. Although these men still showed respect, he knew that it was just an appearance. The two previous failures had severely hit his authority, and the treasures in his hands made them salivate. The black wizard had no loyalty, as long as he showed even a trace of weakness...

He threw his worries behind his head, and his face showed an unnatural excitement, "Okay, brothers, come around, let's start!"

Several men in black robes surrounded him, looking at the old books in his hand with fear and greed.

On the old cover, a purple eyeball slowly rotated like a living thing, as if staring at everything around it. Unspeakable weird runes surround the eyeball, which was a taboo knowledge that they could not understand.

"Are we going to start summoning, head?" a man in black robe asked with some anticipation and some anxiety.

"Yes, I have already understood this book. Next, you just need to follow my instructions and everyone will be rewarded."

Essek opened the book, revealing a lifelike monster illustration.

"What we want to summon is the Demon Lord in the Purgatory Demon Realm. According to the law of the source recorded in the book, after the Demon Lord is summoned, he will satisfy the three wishes of the summoner in exchange for freedom..."

A dark wizard showed a look of horror, "You are going to summon the Devil Lord? Are you crazy? Have you forgotten the fate of Kerville and the others? There are also red-haired Sally and evil-eyed Roger? The devil is hard to control..."

This person's words aroused a burst of concurrence.

Another dark wizard muttered, "It's better to summon the Lord of Demons than to summon the Lamp God, anyway, they're looking for death."

"Enough!" Esseck growled in annoyance, and immediately calmed down several people.

But he knew that several people were just afraid and did not agree. This summoning ceremony required at least five people, and he had to convince them.

"We have no time to waste. Brothers, the purifier is chasing us. If we don't want to be burned to death by the purifier like others, we must take a gamble! Summoning the Devil's Lord is our only chance. As for the Lamp God - that's just a legend. I haven't heard of anyone who has successfully summoned the Lamp God."

"Don't worry, brothers, this book records in detail the precautions for summoning the Devil's Majesty. As long as it acts according to the rules as the legendary ones, I will be confident enough to send it back to hell."

"My solution is very simple. We make two wishes first, and then send them back to hell with the third wish. Then he dare not hurt us before fulfilling our wish, otherwise he will be trapped in the law and will never be liberated. Once he fulfills his third wish, we don't have to worry."

This sounded like a good idea. After thinking for a while, several people couldn't think of any flaws, and they couldn't help but look excited.

A dark wizard's eyes flashed, "Then what wish should we make? We have five people, only three wishes - no, two wishes."

"It's very simple. When I make a wish, I will aim for the five of us. Considering that the Devil Lord is not a god, the wish should not be too exaggerated. Let it give us powerful magic and immortal life. With such power, it is enough to deal with those purifiers.

And this is just the beginning. Once we master the power of this book skillfully, we will become unstoppable!" (At that time, you have no value for existence.) Esseck thought with a sneer in his heart.

Powerful magic and immortal life... Several black wizards exchanged their eyes with each other, and all showed greedy eyes. For the black wizard who pursues power, these two are undoubtedly the most intuitive benefits.

Once they accepted Essek's proposal, several people immediately took action. They began to bleed the corpses on the ground one by one. They used a knife to cut the neck gently, and the blood immediately flowed out. A few of them were not dead yet, so they struggled in a twitching manner, but this struggle was undoubtedly futile. In the face of the power of magic, the efforts of mortals were so weak.

Albert lay on the ground, and could clearly see everything that happened from his perspective, but he didn't dare to move, or even blink his eyes. For the first time, he found that so much liquid could flow out of a person's body, and it couldn't be finished. It started with bright red, then dark red, and finally it could not tell what color it was. It was like broken water bags, spilling out the moisture in his body.

A guard suddenly jumped up and knocked down the wizard who wanted to bleed him with a punch. His desire to survive was so strong that he ignored the fact that one leg was broken and limped and rushed out the door wildly. However, a black lightning struck him, and the magic instantly tore his body. His upper body was blown into pieces of flesh and bones, scattered everywhere, and his lower body was still running, and he staggered and fell down after a few steps.

"What a pity." A dark wizard said regretfully. "What should I do if I am missing now?"

"Train that dead man over."

Albert felt someone grab his ankle, and he was dragged motionless to the edge of the pentagram, filling the gap.

Perhaps because he had a sword in his chest before and blood was still flowing, the dark wizards did not continue to finish the fight on him, and just threw him there.

At this time the anger in his heart had disappeared, and all that was left was fear.

Blood gathered in the center of the pentagram into a scarlet lake, and the calm lake surface reflected the candlelight of lights.

Essek compared the ancient books in his hand and began to draw summoning runes around the pentagram with blood strokes. His expression was extremely focused, just like a master of painting completing a work that was enough to be passed down from generation to generation.

All of this in front of you is like a painting, not a landscape painting used to hang on the wall to decorate the rooms, but a horror painting of the cult faction that can trigger human nightmares.
Chapter completed!