Under the gigantic blood-red moon, in the meeting place that looked like an ancient colosseum, two or three people fell down one after another like dominoes.
Red Kleist's expression changed again and again. He looked at the bright red wine glass in front of him and had a bad premonition. Without hesitation, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Muller Manse.
"You!!"
Maans looked at him calmly and said with a smile, "You're quick to react."
"You … You …"
Dizziness washed over Kleist like a tsunami. Wave after wave of dizziness washed over him. He wanted to curse the smiling man to death, but before he could say a single word, blood gushed out of his orifices. He glared at Maans and roared hoarsely, "You … What did you do …?"
"Hmph." “
Manse smiled sarcastically and threw away the glass in his hand. "Actually, I've always been curious whether wizards are still mortal after gaining magic power. But now, it seems that although you are strong, you are still not beyond the realm of living creatures."
Along with his voice, no one present was able to stand. They fell to the ground with a plop. Some rolled, some vomited, and some trembled. Their skin was a strange bright red.
Screams and cries could be heard everywhere.
Hoffa, who was peeking from afar, was shocked by this sudden change. He had no idea what was going on. Just a moment ago, these people were raising their glasses to celebrate. Why were they rolling on the ground in the blink of an eye? What was this? Some kind of strange ritual?
Kleist swept away all the cutlery on the table with his arm. Holding his wand, he staggered to Maans' side.
"Avada … Avada …"
He roared with all his might, but Manse picked up the wine bottle and smashed it on his head. He fell to the ground before he could say a word.
"Death Curse? That's troublesome. "
Manse threw away the broken glass in his hand and looked at Kleist, whose eyes were rolling and twitching. He sighed. "The efficiency is too low. When I killed people in the concentration camp, I killed them in batches. I only needed a hundred grams of potassium chloride. It was safe and convenient."
Kleist struggled to get up from the ground, his face twisted. "How dare you … How dare you … Aren't you afraid of death …?"
"I'm afraid. It's precisely because I'm afraid of death that I can only let you all die. By the way, I have no intention of saving that stupid son of yours, nor will I look for a demon like Grindelwald for such a small matter."
"You! Cough, cough … You're finished … You're finished. Do you think you can escape after doing something like this … Kleist said hoarsely, "You can't escape … The people of the Society will chase you to the ends of the earth …"
"The Wizard Association!?"
Mance looked as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He threw his head back and laughed. "You are just a joke in my eyes. Going against the whole world with a tiny piece of land, what awaits you is nothing but a collapsing building. Yet, you still don't know what's good for you and call yourselves kings.
Kleist had no strength to retort. The poison flowed through his body along with his blood. He leaned on the table to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
Manse continued, "When you're all dead, I'll take your corpses and my dear Miss Lemour to England. I'm sure the Ministry of Magic and Wissenjammer will be happy that I've dealt such a heavy blow to the Wizard Association and accept me. Maybe they'll even give me a Knight of Merlin Medal and reward me with a house by the sea. Or maybe they'll make me a director in the Ministry of Magic. I'm excited just thinking about it. It'll be the first time a Muggle can become a director. "
Kleist was already speechless from the poison, but when he heard Manse's words, he was so angry that he spat out blood and screamed, "Bastard! Do you think that those inferior races can win? You've done such a thing … You … You'll definitely be sent to your death by the Wizard Association!? "
He cursed incoherently as his body convulsed crazily. Under the effect of the poison, his entire body fell apart. Red and blue poisonous blood seeped out of every pore.
Manse took a step back and looked regretfully at the bloody man in front of him. "What does it have to do with you?"
After saying that, Manse stepped on Kleist's face and broke his neck. Fresh blood spread out on the ground.
Manse did not stop walking even though he had gotten rid of his greatest enemy.
Those subordinates who had looked down on him before finally felt the horror of death. They wailed and crawled, hugging Manse's legs, hoping that he would stop.
However, he was not moved at all. Even if someone hugged him too tightly, he would only kick them away and leave them to their own devices.
Finally, he came to the edge of the blood pool.
Here, Ruthven was not completely dead. Probably because of his special constitution, he leaned against the stone pillar and panted. "Don't kill me … Don't … Don't kill me … Manse … You know, I've never thought of harming you … harming you … We … can be very good friends. He crawled to Manse's feet and pulled at his pants. He begged in the most humble way, "I'm still valuable … Very valuable …"
Manse shook his head. "No."
"Then … Then, what are your conditions?"
He swallowed the blood with difficulty and scratched the ground with his nails.
"How about you call me Daddy? I don't want to be accused of patricide, "he said with a smile.
His expression disappeared, and the air seemed to freeze.
"Ha …"
Ruthven looked up at the sky, his expression turning from humble to firm. He used all his strength to bounce himself off the ground. He opened his bloody mouth and went straight for Manse's throat.
"Go to hell! Despicable Muggle! "
Crack. He bit into a hard piece of metal.
Manse held a detonator in front of his neck. He pushed the detonator forward and stabbed it deep into Ruthven's throat. Then he pulled the tab and kicked Ruthven's chest.
He kicked him onto the Roman pillar at the edge of the blood pool.
Amidst the violent convulsions, he looked at Maans with great difficulty, his eyes full of hatred and ferocity. Every cell in his body had been infiltrated by the poison. It was a drug used to kill Jews in concentration camps. Just a piece of it the size of a fingernail could kill tens of thousands of adults.
"Goodbye."
Manse threw away the tab in his hand.
Boom!!
There was an earth-shaking explosion.
The upper body of the Vampire Wizard was blasted into powder, and sticky blood fell like raindrops. The Roman pillar behind him was broken into several pieces and fell with a rumble, crushing the remaining half of the Vampire Wizard's body underneath.
The blood was still boiling in the blood pool, and the dim moonlight seeped in through the cracks in the wall. The gorgeous wall hangings and oil paintings were still hanging in perfect condition, and the exquisitely carved cutlery inlaid with ivory and gold was undamaged except for a few bumps and falls.
But in the dust, there were corpses everywhere on the ground. Men, women, Wizards, and Vampires.
The walls and floor were covered with scratches, and the faces of the corpses were blistered from the corrosion of an unknown toxic substance. The once handsome and beautiful faces were now covered with large black spots, as if they were abandoned and decayed metal under the corrosion of time. It was obvious what kind of torture they had endured before they died.
On the high wall, Hoffa was completely dumbfounded.
He never thought that things would develop to this extent. He felt that his brain was not enough. He hadn't even made a move, and he hadn't even started to do anything, but all the enemies that seemed possible had already fallen.
There was no gorgeous battle, no soldiers charging at each other. There was only an ordinary-looking Muggle officer who poisoned all the creatures at the banquet, and even his own subordinates were not spared.
To poison so many people to death, was his courage made of iron? Had he thought of how to end this!?
Manse paced back and forth in the hall, nimbly maintaining his balance. He stepped over the corpse of a Vampire, and the hem of his light gray robe dragged across the pool of blood.
Finally, he came to the dining table. Surrounded by colorful fruits, there was a woman wearing a golden mask. Manse stood in front of her and smiled as he took off the golden mask on her face.
Hoffa stood up abruptly. It was Chloe. She was used to wearing the black Daoist robe, and he couldn't tell the difference after the Vampire changed her clothes.
Manse grabbed an apple and took a bite. He looked at her and said with a smile, "I have to say, Miss Lemay, this set of clothes suits you very well."
Chloe looked around, and her mouth opened so wide that an egg could be stuffed in. With eyes full of disbelief, Manse swept away the fruits on the table, revealing her hands and feet that were chained to the table.
He took out a key and unlocked the chains that bound her legs. He carried her down and put her on a chair, looking at her with a sincere expression.
"These foolish creatures of the night actually tried to control your body. Lord of Time, this time I saved your body in the mortal world. Can you fulfill my insignificant wish?"
Chloe looked at the hall full of corpses with a pale face. She turned around and asked, "What do you want?"
"I think … you should know what I'm thinking. You know … nothing can be hidden from time." He stroked Chloe's hair. "Tell me everything that will happen in the next fifty years. The victor of the war, the next Black Devil King, the true hegemon of the empire. Also, if possible, just give me some of your magical power, okay? "
"I can't do it. I can't even see my own fate."
"That's because you haven't given it your all. You don't even know where your limits are," Manse said fervently. He looked at Chloe as if he was looking at a rare treasure. "But what power is stronger than time? It doesn't exist. Magic, blood, everything will be eroded by time."
Chloe: "…"
"What if you don't want to do it?" Manse's smile turned from fervent to calm. It was the smile he had when he poisoned Ruthven and Kleist.
"I know what you care about the most, Miss Lemay. You want to change the world for the better, right? Actually, you might not believe me, but I think so too. Look at this war-torn world, look at these monsters that eat people for fun, look at these disgusting wizards. Someone has to stop all of this. I believe that person will be me. In order to achieve this goal, I can do anything. "
He walked to another corner of the square and pulled open a secret door behind a wine cabinet. There were dozens of boys and girls with their mouths sealed and tied to a pillar.
"You brought these children from France. I brought them from the sea to the land and saved their lives from the vampires. Lemay, as long as you're willing to help me, I can fulfill any of your needs. Trust me. "
"How can I trust you?" Chloe mocked in a hoarse voice. "You killed everyone in my monastery, and now you've killed everyone around you. You have no bottom line."
"All mortals have to die." Manse shrugged like a rascal. "You'll die sooner or later. Rather than that, why don't you do something for me?"
He took a step forward, took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders like a gentleman. Then, he bent down and whispered into Chloe's ear, "You better tell me you can. Otherwise, I'll let the German troops stationed in France f * * k you to death one by one like a train. While you're being f * * ked, I'll let you watch me peel the skin off these brats one by one."
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