Chapter 312
Time passed by every minute and every second, but the magic circle did not change as they thought.
According to the usual practice, at this time, the shared vision of the demons should have been transformed into the magic circle, and began to show them how the cursed were tortured.
But now, nothing appeared on the magic circle.
This made the Great Speaker feel ominous. She is the most powerful witch among the witches, and she is also the leader. She has the deepest understanding of this curse magic among all the people present.
And it is extremely abnormal to have no movement for such a long time.
The devil who has signed the contract will not break the contract casually, and the will of the Witch King is monitoring the implementation of the contract.
If there is a problem, it can only be caused by the cursed.
But what could go wrong with a damned guy?
She was still thinking about it. Suddenly, there was a change in the magic circle, and a little fire appeared in the center of the magic circle.
This made the witches, who had been waiting anxiously, poke their heads one after another, wanting to see what happened inside.
They thought it was a message from the devil, but the truth was not at all what they expected.
A ferocious demon phantom first appeared in the flames, and then a mass of blood-red flames spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The blood was surging, as if they wanted to stop the spread of the golden flames, but they couldn't stop the obviously more magical and fierce flames.
The lower body of the demon phantom has been completely swallowed by blood, and he is roaring and wailing loudly, so that all the witches around can hear his hoarse pain.
But it was of no use, the blood-red flame rose extremely quickly, within a few breaths, it completely engulfed the demon's body, and at the same time completely prevented him from making any more noises.
The demon is dead?
Almost all the witches asked this question in their hearts, they had never encountered such a weird thing.
You must know that the guys who can be summoned to perform the curse are not ordinary small characters. Even in hell, they are also first-class powerhouses, far from beings that the so-called mortal exorcists and demon hunters can resist.
How could such a guy die so easily, and still die so strangely before their eyes?
The bloody flames were still rising, and a look of horror suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Great Speaker.
The weird scene in front of her reminded her of some secrets that ordinary people don't know, so she quickly shouted to her trusted witches: "Dangerous, turn off the magic circle for me."
The witches didn't know what happened, but out of instinct, they immediately carried out the order of the Great Chancellor.
But it was too late, the bloody flames burst out immediately, like a fierce fire dragon soaring into the sky, the swirling flames not only brought deadly high temperature, but also had unimaginable terrifying and evil power.
The witches on the edge of the magic circle were burnt to the point that not even ashes were left, and the light from the flames was extremely deadly to the vampires present.
As if a huge sun suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, any vampire who dared to face the soaring fire dragon would be turned into flying ashes.
For a moment, the entire Dark Council seemed to be in another world, with incomparable heat, incomparable light, and incomparable despair.
The Great Speaker finally figured out what kind of terrifying existence they were about to face, but thinking of this, she felt bursts of despair.
"How is it possible? How is it possible? How can there be such a strong person in this world?" The Great Speaker muttered to himself in shock, completely ignoring the huge loss of the Dark Council at this time.
The soaring flames not only burned down the castle, but also turned many vampires stationed in the castle into fly ash when they saw its dazzling light.
At the same time, the blood moon in the sky also disappeared under the impact of the flames, and this was the biggest loss of the Dark Council.
The blood moon in the sky is an illusion produced only under special circumstances, and for this illusion, the witches of the Dark Council spent centuries and countless manpower and material resources.
This is the embodiment of their magical ability, and also a symbol of the majesty and power of the Dark Council.
But now, there is nothing left.
Many witches are already in panic all day long, and vampires are almost extinct in the castle.
But the Great Speaker completely ignored these situations, and instead walked straight to the depths of the castle, in front of the pool of blood.
The blood in the blood pool had already started to surge, and the moment the Great Speaker entered, the majestic female voice uttered words from the boiling blood.
"What happened here? I feel my strength is weakening. And there seems to be a slightly familiar atmosphere. Is there any friend who came to visit here?"
The woman's voice was very casual, but only those who knew her knew how much dissatisfaction was hidden in her words.
The castle covered by the blood moon is her only shelter in this world, and now the blood moon has begun to dissipate, and this means that if she doesn't do something, she will soon fall into a long deep sleep.
Even if she has an endless life, if she continues to sleep like this, what is the difference between death and death?Therefore, it is completely conceivable how bad her mood would be if she didn't want to step into such a desperate situation.
"Your Majesty, we are looking for the guy who stole your holy blood. But I didn't expect his identity to be unusual. I suspect him, maybe..."
The Great Speaker prostrated himself on the ground and reported the situation to the woman in the blood pool in a low voice, but when she mentioned her conjecture, she immediately hesitated.
"Maybe what, why didn't you say it?" The woman behind the blood pool keenly noticed the change in the mentality of her Great Speaker.
She was afraid of herself, but she seemed to be even more afraid of the guy who appeared suddenly. Thinking of this, her mood became even worse: "My Great Speaker, you are so hesitant, are you trying to hide something from me, or are you planning to betray me?"
Hearing this, the Great Speaker immediately lowered his body even lower.
She couldn't help being afraid of this existence that gave her everything and could deprive herself of everything at any time.
"My queen, I have absolutely no intention of betraying you. It's just that my guess is too terrible, and I dare not say it."
Listening to her justification, the queen in the blood pool quietly fell silent, and the surging blood seemed to become rippling with her silence.
The Great Speaker knew that she was thinking, and because of this, she didn't dare to make any noise to disturb her thoughts.