Max flew to the airspace above a kilometer in one breath, before daring to stop and catch his breath.

　　 Now he doesn't know what just happened.

　　 But through the words overheard, it is certain that Yanxing launched the attack, and he wiped out his entire high level of the Witch Mutual Aid Association with just one blow.

　　 I escaped the catastrophe because of numbness all over his body, and then cheated to death.

　　 Fortunately, Yanxing was too confident and didn't make up the knife, and fortunately he had wings to fly.

　　 But... what kind of terrifying power he has mastered.

　　 Max looked down at his manor with lingering fear, and he was slightly relieved when he saw no one catching up.

　　 It seems that none of them can fly.

　　Max has found a point where he can comfort himself. This is the disadvantage that the body has not been strengthened, no matter how strong it is.

　　 After making sure that he was safe, Mekes did not stay here, but flew towards the back mountain with his wings flapped.

　　 This territory is the fief inherited by the Max family to the present. There is a dilapidated castle in the back mountain, built in 1368.

　　The castle has always been the headquarters of the Witch Mutual Aid Association, and it was gradually dilapidated and abandoned until the witch’s bloodline faded.

　　 Now that the blood of the witch has reappeared, the castle closely related to the demon **** Kairon has been protected layer by layer.

　　 An elite armed force of the Witch Mutual Aid Association is stationed here. They pull out a dense military cordon and set up many light and dark firepower points.

Max, who had fled back, landed heavily on the highest platform of the castle, and was greeted by a capable commander. He saw Max in a demon state and asked with concern: "President Max, what happened? Things? Need you to show your strength."

　　 Max stood firmly and quickly said to the commander: "The manor has been invaded, and only I ran out. Let your people prepare for battle, and the invaders are likely to find here.

　　 I'm going to see the demon **** Kairon, and ask him to give me stronger power.

　　 During this time, no one is allowed to enter the castle.

do you understand? "

　　 Even Max is so embarrassed, the commander imagines how powerful the invader is.

　　 He asked: "My father?"

　　 "I saw him fall, but I don't know if he is alive or dead... Now the only chance we have to regain the manor is when I get a gift from the demon **** Kairon.

　　 You must buy time for me. "

　　 The commander nodded and replied: "Yes, President Max, we will do our best to stop the intruder."

　　Max didn't know how long these ordinary armed soldiers could hold back, so he stopped talking nonsense, turned and went straight down the stairs to the underground altar.

　　The underground of the castle is still cold and humid.

　　 Affected by the **** energy from the magical world, some roots of the trees protruding from the cracks in the wall squirmed slowly.

　　Some mice have also mutated and become strange appearances.

　　 Max's huge body stumbled into the altar in the passage, stretched out his hand and summoned the flame to light the torch on the wall.

　　 The underground space is bright, and you can see an old woman kneeling on the ground in the middle of the altar, keeping the action of piercing a dagger into her chest.

　　Max rushed to push the old woman's body away and stood in the middle of the altar.

　　 He cut his palm with his sharp claws, and sulphurous blood dripped on the floor of the altar.

　　 Max chanted the ancient spells, and used blood sacrifices to connect his consciousness with the ancient demon gods.

　　 This kind of ceremony will greatly consume the vitality of the sacrifice.

　　 But Max can't manage so much anymore.

　　"Great Demon God Kairon, please listen to the call of your faithful believers. The Witch Mutual Aid Society is suffering from an unprecedented crisis, and a force stronger than us has attacked us.

　　 They will find here soon.

　　Your believers need your **** to save.

　　 I implore you to show your supremacy and greatness, and give me stronger strength. "

　　 After Max finished his appeal, the blood in his hand suddenly increased the flow rate.

　　 Max frightened by this situation hurriedly pressed the wound.

　　 But to no avail, blood continued to flow from his fingers.

　　 The sulphurous blood pooled into a pool on the altar and then burned.

　　 The flames steamed, and a fuzzy human figure was reflected in the air.

　　 "Max... Your current Witch Mutual Aid Association is really far from your ancestors.

　　 I can't think of an environment that can raise you so weak. Whether it is physical or mental.

　　 You let me down. "

　　The figure formed by the flame complained, and the believers who saw their own again after centuries of disconnection did not expect that they were all such things.

　　 Seeing that the blood in his hand finally stopped flowing, Max hurriedly knelt on one knee in front of the demon Kairon.

　　"Sorry, Lord Kairon. The world has changed a lot during the time you left us.

　　 The extraordinary power has completely disappeared, people no longer hostile to witches, and even under our deliberate guidance, history is denying the existence of witches.

　　 We lived so easily that we gradually forgot how to fight.

　　 Please forgive us, and please save us. "

　　 The illusion of the demon **** Kairon sat down, and the flame transformed into a throne under his ass.

　　 "Want power? Yes.

　　 According to the rules, mix the medium with the blood of the witch, and give it to me as a sacrifice. The more you give me, the stronger the power I give you. "

　　 Hearing Kairon asked for a sacrifice, Max said embarrassedly: "Sorry, Lord Kairon, we have only used up the blood of the witch.

　　 But we have found a witch with very pure blood. As long as you give me strength, I can catch her. "

　　 Kairon said: "What I value most is the spirit of contract, and rules are rules. Sacrifice first, then power...

　　 Your ancestors kept the contract, do you still want me to break it for you? "

　　Max begged: "Master Kairon, the situation now is different from before. The enemy will soon come in. If I die, no one will sacrifice to you again..."

　　 "Hahaha..." Kairon laughed: "Unexpectedly, you dare to threaten me even if you are small?

　　 How can your life and death affect me?

　　 The Witch Mutual Aid Association is gone, how can it affect me?

　　 Someone will find here in the future, and someone will sign a contract with me in order to gain strength. "

　　 "Karon-sama..."

　　Max wanted to continue pleading, but Kairon stopped him at this moment: "You don't ask me anymore, and you still think about how to greet your guests.

　　Hey, kid...Is there enough eavesdropping? "

　　 Max immediately looked at the entrance of the basement, he felt the lightning flash, and Yanxing appeared in front of him out of thin air.

　　 "You, how did you get in?"

　　 Yan Xing walked slowly tentatively on the edge of the altar, and replied to Max: "Of course I followed you in. I didn't expect such a good thing under a broken old castle.

　　 Baron Max, don’t you introduce me? "

　　 Kairon sat there without speaking.

　　 Max approached Kairon and replied: "Yanxing, don't be too proud. I know my strength is far from yours, but this is the ancient demon Lord Kairon.

　　In the legendary myth, he is..."

　　 Yanxing smiled and said: "Hey, don't rush to report the title, your demon Lord Kairon is about to die."

　　 "Do you dare to slander Lord Kairon..."

　　Max grabbed Yanxing's words and thought of putting a hat on his head. If he could anger the devil, letting him die is not a matter of moving his fingers.

　　 But Max found out... the demon **** Kairon was really about to die.

　　The fire shape of the demon **** Kairon, originated from the flame created by the burning of Max's blood.

　　 Now that the blood that Max just released has almost burned away, the figure of the demon **** Kairon has also dimmed a lot.

　　 At present, Max Ming knew that the blood burned was actually burning his own vitality, so he quickly opened his palm to continue bleeding.

　　 Then, in order to save some blood, he didn't dare to speak any more nonsense, and said to Kairon, "Master Kairon... it is him who killed all the senior members of the Witch Mutual Aid Association.

　　 He also kidnapped a witch of pure blood.

　　 Ask the adults to impose divine punishment on him and avenge the believers who are loyal to you. "

　　 Kairon looked at Yanxing who was standing outside the altar and asked, "Who are you? The energy radiating from you makes me feel familiar."

　　 Just after Max escaped from the manor, Yan acted to see what secrets he was hiding, and followed him all the way.

　　 It’s just that I didn’t expect that there was a terrific guy underground in this heavily guarded dilapidated castle.

　　 Yanxing stood still closer to the exit, and as long as there was a danger, he immediately used arc teleport to escape from here.

　　 "The master... the opponent's power is very strong, but it seems that he can't leave the altar."

　　 Yanxing also felt the surging power in the altar.

　　 He replied to Kairon: "The energy in you is also very familiar to me. It seems that we are from the same place."

　　 Hearing Yanxing's answer, Max was shocked, he was hiding behind Kairon. It's just that his huge body makes him very funny.

　　 "Master Kairon, is he...is he also a god?"

　　 "God? Of course I am not." Yanxing looked at Kairon and asked: "I'm curious, what is your true identity as a demon god?"

　　 Kairon's tone has always been relaxed: "I have never said that I am a demon, it is the title they added to me.

　　 But, I haven't seen you, you should be my junior.

How do you call 　　? "

　　 "My name is Yanxing..." Yanxing replied.

　　 Kairon was very dissatisfied with Yanxing's answer: "Don't the younger generations now know how to introduce themselves?

　　Race, the number given by God, and then the name. And... And the race you sheltered. "

　　 Yanxing didn't know how to answer, watching Kairon silently.

　　He is a little bit talkative.

　　 is not too hostile to myself, on the contrary... it feels like a fellow villager meets fellow villager.

　　If his real body is in the magical world, he won't behave like he hasn't seen a fellow countryman in many years.

　　 Maybe... where is his real body trapped?

　　 is like a nine-headed dragon.

　　 "As a senior, should I introduce myself first?"

　　 This time it was Kairon's turn to be silent.

　　 At this time, Max is the most anxious.

　　 When you come and go, you will be silent for a long time in one sentence. You have time to chat here, but the connection burns my blood.

　　 Seeing that the shape of Kairon's fire faded again, Max could only bleed and refuel immediately.

　　 urged them to talk quickly, but didn't dare to talk nonsense.

　　 "Forget it..." Kairon thought for a while, and said: "You don't want to say, I don't want to say, just use the names we use now.

　　Without a heavy background, you and I can be friends. "

　　 Yanxing knew that Kairon, for some reason, must regard himself as an existence equal to him.

　　 The identity is not broken, Kairon's origin is certainly a mystery, but it may not be the most appropriate result for the current self.

　　 As Kairon said, there is no contradiction without the burden of background, so being friends is a good choice.

　　 Even a superficial friend is better than one more enemy so powerful.

"Yes, my favorite thing to do is to make friends." Being used to being a ruler in the magical world, Yan Xing has a good grasp of the temperament of the strong: "As a friend, there is something I can help Is this yours?"

　　Karon was silent again.

　　 Max, who was hiding behind him, felt anxious in his heart.

　　 If you two "gods" make friends, I will be safe... But can we speak faster, all my blood burns on the ground!

　　 Max helplessly, he added fuel to the ground again.

　　 Kairon still has some consideration for this new "friend". After all, he didn't know what happened in the world he was in for such a long time, and what was the details of this fellow.

　　 But he can move freely in this world, he must be very powerful.

　　 After thinking for a long time, Kairon decided to talk about his needs.

　　 Anyway... I have nothing to lose.

　　 "I came to this world a long, long time ago, but I need to use a certain medium to move freely in this world. This medium is the energy from our world.

　　 The so-called witches are actually people in our world and descendants in this world.

　　 So the blood of the witch is the medium for me.

　　 It’s just that with the reproduction, the blood of the witch is getting weaker and weaker. In the end, I was trapped here and fell asleep~lightnovelpub.net~ Until not long ago, people from the Witch Mutual Aid Society woke me up again with the blood of pure witches.

　　 But that little blood is only enough to maintain my existence in this world, and I can't get out of here yet.

　　 I mean, you should understand. "

　　 Yanxing understands.

　　 As long as he doesn't give Kairon a medium, he can only stay in this altar, and then eventually return to sleep as he consumes.

　　This medium...

　　 Give or not?

　　 Yanxing thought about the pros and cons of the two options.

　　 And let Kairon come out of this altar, what kind of risk he has to bear.

　　 This thing is very likely to be equivalent to the existence of a nine-headed dragon, if it is released... it may really open a new era of mythology.

　　 "You can give you a medium, but I have conditions."

　　Kayron said: "Of course, what you get will get you back. As long as I promise, I will definitely abide by the contract between us.

　　 But... don't make the conditions too harsh. "

　　 Yanxing smiled and said: "My family creed is'say what we say must be done'. We are all people who respect contracts and have common rules. It is a good start to be friends."

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