Chapter 194 "Dark God Book"

  The "Witch Hunter Park" transformed from an old row farmhouse has ripples like water waves, and the wooden beams and haystacks are mottled and peeled off with black and purple smoke and dust.

   Fluttering like a gust of wind, the vision in the eyes of Emma and Master Mark is not so much changed, but actually returned to its original appearance.

"Mr. Karma Taj mage, don't worry about it anymore. This is the 'Whispering Mountain' where I lived in seclusion for nearly two centuries. Have you seen those runes? Hehehe, it's your supreme mage who entered in person. Here, I am afraid that I will become a mortal without magic power!"

  The bare old locust tree with gray and white branches seems to have been dead for many years, but it is unusually tall and lush.

  This kind of trees that don't form a forest are scattered and arranged to form a mysterious barren forest land. After a burst of purple smoke drifts away, the original farmhouses and cottages turn into illusions.

  The twisted trunks of the big trees looked like blue and purple brand marks burned from the bark, and there were huge unknown runes all over them. The halos flickered, and the light and shade were uncertain.

   "It's not a mental hallucination? The environment here."

  Emma looked at the leaden sky and the spooky forest and murmured to herself in puzzlement. The purple awns in the eyes of those ordinary tourists became more and more vigorous, and they moved their feet strangely, surrounding her and Master Mark in the middle of the forest.

   "Ms. Howlett, all that just now is not false. This is chaos magic, the strongest power pursued by witches. It can completely change the form and character of matter at a high level, and turn illusion into reality! But this—"

"—But this Chaos Transfiguration covering a large forest, doesn't it surprise you? After all, compared with the mystic mages of the 'Visandi', the small-scale magic of witches, hahaha, really It’s too unworthy of the stage.”

  The witch Agatha Harkness interrupted the mage, leaned over and picked up a yellow and white rabbit that jumped out of nowhere, and gently stroked it in her arms.

  The ten fingers of her hands seemed to be stained with black ink, and wisps of purple mana smoke arose from her left hand, lingering towards the rabbit's body.

The thick rabbit fur fell off in large chunks, the long ears were shortened, the three-petal beak protruded and turned into a black beak, the forelimbs turned into wings, and the two hind legs turned into sharp claws. Dense stabs protrude from the flesh.

  The cute rabbit turned into a "quack" crow in an instant, circling above Agatha's head and screaming strangely.

"You see, my pet rabbit 'Mr. Scratch' is an annoying crow at the moment, even if he catches it and dissects it, or uses the so-called scientific technology to do genetic testing, it will not give any other conclusions. Answer."

  Mr. Mage looked at the transfiguration technique performed by the witch Agatha casually, and while vigilantly looking at the crowd whose minds were manipulated, he explained to Emma as briefly as possible:

"The power of witches comes from pure dimensional magic. As long as they are talented and willing to accept some kind of contract, it is easier to cast than arcane magic, but transfiguration is one of the most profound chaos magic, and most of them can only change small objects. , this mountain forest that can prohibit other magic must have been slowly transformed by her over a long period of time."

  The White Queen looked at the magic runes arranged on the trunk of the huge locust tree that the two embraced, nodded thoughtfully and said:

   "So as long as these runes are destroyed, you will be able to communicate magic and use spells?"

  Witch Agatha didn't have much interest in Mage Mark, who was also in the magic world and the chief of the Holy of Holies in New York.

  She walked forward at a leisurely pace, and tore off the transformation mana from the crow with a wave of her hand, and the rabbit fell back into her arms from mid-air,

   Agatha stared at the White Queen with burning eyes, and continued to tell the unfinished story:

   "These nine corpses are my sisters, elders, and... mother, the witches' society and the witches' society. Tsk tsk, doesn't it sound like a lot of people? But who would have thought that I am the only one left now, oh... no!"

Agatha threw away the fat rabbit in her arms, and raised her arms high. Her dragging sleeves and the robe hanging behind her looked like a big bat. There were streaks of bluish-purple mana lights flowing from her body, which suddenly poured into it. On the mummy in the nine coffins.

   "—They just changed a way to survive in my body, every trace of magic power, every bit of essence merged with me without any waste!"

   Quack, crunch.

The joints that have not been moved for hundreds of years are creaking stagnantly, the arms, waist and hips of the former witches are twisted at exaggerated and strange angles, a thick purple fog is surging around the body, and the robes worn in life are hanging on the body in tatters He leaned his body and walked out of the coffin.

  Emma still didn't make a fuss, she suddenly smiled brightly, and said to Agatha solemnly:

"Hehe, now that we have found the right person, let's talk about the business. My husband James Howlett wants to invite hidden supernatural beings and organizations from all over the world to meet him. It seems that the Witch Society only needs to send you a representative. enough."

  Whoosh, the black letterhead was thrown at the witch Agatha. She moved it to the front of the witch under the control of her power.

  The witch blinked mischievously, looked at Emma with a giggle and said:

"Madam White Queen, of course I am interested in meeting your husband, especially thank you for coming in person, which saves me a lot of trouble, no matter whether people call him 'Romulus' or 'Wolf Emperor', Which woman can refuse this person who has developed his individual energy to the extreme and has such great power?"

  Emma's eyes flashed white light, as if it was the brilliance reflected by diamonds. She watched the witch approaching with a half-smile and continued:

"Ah, the power of a witch, talent determines the future, tsk tsk, even if I absorbed the mana of all the members of the witch association, I could barely create this small 'Whispering Mountain' with meager chaotic magic for more than a hundred years. with my pursuit"

Roar! roar

  Nine mummies suddenly raised their heads to the sky and screamed, and the ear-piercing sound of fingernails scraping against the wall was heard one after another, and more than twenty unlucky tourists rushed up like mad dogs.

  Agatha ignited raging mana light all over her body behind, and roared loudly:

   "'Eat' you and become you! Replacing the position of the White Queen, I can finally grab enough mana resources to create the 'Scarlet Witch'!"

boom!

  A circle of white halo that was faintly visible to the naked eye spread loudly as Emma stepped forward, instantly affecting all the crowd who rushed up madly.

  Her slender fingertips folded her arms neatly, and she didn't pay much attention to being cut off from the mind control. Dozens of ordinary people who fell unconscious on the ground raised their eyebrows and said solemnly:

   "It's a pity, although my husband is not young, but a man always likes you younger? Too old!"

   Shua!

Agatha didn't care about being frightened that her mind control was easily destroyed. Her eyes were just hurt by the dazzling light, and the back of her head seemed to be hit with a hammer. She subconsciously changed her position with the witch's teleportation spell. Dodged Gao Gao's kick.

  The White Queen, whose whole body turned into a diamond shape, jumped to the ground, swaying her hands and feet gracefully, shining dazzlingly with brilliant white brilliance.

   "It seems that you have done your homework, and you know a little about the Howlett family. Don't you know that your rune barrier, which blocks magic power, has no effect on the power of mutants!"

  Boom!

  Emma broke through the earth and rocks, and suddenly slashed down with her right hand in the shape of a palm knife. A mummy of a witch jumped up on all fours like a wild beast, blocking the "knife" for Agatha.

  The unparalleled sharp diamond knife sliced ​​open the woman's corpse as tough as iron and wood, leaving only the stinky corpse split in half.

  Master Mark pulled out a short wooden stick from his back, twisted it with both hands, burst out fine sparks, extended into long whips with continuous mana, and swung the two female corpses around.

  Although the ability to use secret arts is banned by this environment, Kama Taj's magic weapon is not affected by this.

  Agatha used her mana, flew onto a huge locust tree branch, squinted her eyes and performed the transfiguration technique again. The remaining eight female corpses proliferated and quickly swelled into black-purple monsters nearly three meters high.

  Blade-like sharp claws and an octopus-like head, and a body with tumor-like muscles stacked on top of each other, raised its huge feet and stepped towards the two of them.

   "The appearance of this monster. This is the 'Servant of Sithorn' recorded in the "Dark Book of God"! The 'Witches' Society actually still has the inheritance of this most demonic law."

  Master Mark rolled and dodged in a hurry. He just hurriedly reminded Emma, ​​but saw that the lady just raised her arm and easily supported the soles of the devil's feet, with a diamond-like figure standing upright.

   Unexpectedly, this "White Queen", known for her spiritual and spiritual power, was in great contrast to the power of another spiritual master.

  Her ten fingers were like the sharpest knives. After piercing the monster's ankle, she swung the demon several times bigger than herself in a circle, smashing four or five equally huge demons around her into the air.

   Crouching down and leaping several meters, whipped her leg and chopped off a monster's head, she was like a female warrior with superb melee combat ability and a strange body of strength, she was a mess of vigor!

   "Mind-puncture!"

   Shua!

   Emma's raised right palm flickered for a moment, and the witch Agatha, who was staring at her with diamond eyes, fell from mid-air and fell to the ground, with blood flowing from her eyes, ears and nose.

   "The White Queen of the Mutant Triumvirate."

Agatha crawled up with a hoarse voice, her thick and messy long dark hair was gathered behind by a thin crown made of purple mana streamer, wrapped around her hands, a book with extremely decayed cover and pages, lingering in black smoke show up.

"The mages of 'Visandi' call it "The Book of Darkness", "The Book of the Dead", and "The Scroll of Sithorn". Just because I learned the above spells, my mother will burn me alive with magic flames! "

  Boom boom boom.

  The pitch-black magic fire spread from the book to Agatha's body, but the air became colder while the black fire was burning, and black flames sprang up everywhere in the "Whispering Mountain", as if the endless night was about to engulf the world.

   Only one trace of pure white and crystal-clear brilliance remained.

  (end of this chapter)