"Sherlock..." Pairs of eyes opened in the dark castle hall.
They scanned the entire hall and finally focused on the oil lamp that had been extinguished and shattered on the ground.
"Its life lamp has been extinguished..."
"What happened?!" Someone asked.
"Sherlock... didn't he go after the escaped Egyptian cat goddess?" A tattered puppet appeared on a chair in the hall.
The puppet looked like a puppet that performed in a circus more than a hundred years ago.
However, it was too broken.
Both of its eye sockets had collapsed by some kind of force, so that its entire head was covered with fine lines that looked like spider webs.
It looked like it could break at any time.
The puppet's mouth opened and closed, producing an ear-piercing sound. "Hasn't the cat's power been exhausted?"
"We also cut off the Egyptians' sacrifices to her..."
"How could she still have any power?!"
All the gods who had woken up from their slumber after the recovery of spirit aura had only awakened a little bit of consciousness.
Most of the time, they could only respond to some basic requests. Only after holding a grand national sacrifice would they be able to make a move. However, every time they made a move, they would fall into a long period of weakness.
This gave many ambitious people hope.
The Order of the Temple was one of them.
To capture a god and then devour everything about him.
To step on his corpse and ascend to the supreme throne.
The Order of the Temple was not the first to have this idea, nor would it be the last.
Therefore, after careful selection, they chose the awakened cat goddess, Bastet, as their target.
They patiently provoked Egypt's neighbors and argued with them.
They provoked the internal strife of the forces in their country.
They forced the cat goddess to make a move.
After confirming that her divine power had been exhausted, they took advantage of the fact that the Egyptians had not had time to hold a new grand sacrifice to restore the goddess's divine power to attack decisively and successfully snatch away the cat goddess and other statues that her consciousness had entrusted.
Originally, things had reached this point, and it was already half a success.
Next, they only needed to wait patiently for the cat goddess to exhaust all her energy and return to eternal sleep.
Then, he could hold a terrible ceremony and use an evil method to strip the Goddess of everything.
Unfortunately, it was just wishful thinking.
But a god was still a god.
Just when they thought they had succeeded, the statues of the Cat Goddess and the others suddenly exploded.
The consciousness that was attached to it took the opportunity to escape from their imprisonment and restraint.
Then, he vanished without a trace.
However, they were not worried at the time.
Because even though the consciousness of the Cat Goddess used an unknown secret technique to successfully escape.
But …
Without the sacrifice, without the channel to contact the believers, most of his power and consciousness were still in an eternal slumber.
He could no longer stir up any waves.
As long as he was found, he would not be able to escape.
Therefore, the Werewolf Lord Sherlock, who was the best at tracking in the Order of the Temple, took the initiative to take on this task.
However, Sherlock's Life Lamp suddenly extinguished.
This meant that he was dead.
Who killed him?
That cat?
How could this be?
Could it be …
A cautious look appeared in the puppet's eyes.
At this time, figures, or rather, monsters, appeared one after another from the chairs.
Everyone looked at the smashed oil lamp on the ground and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, a few crows cawed and circled above the hall.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the crows.
As the crows circled faster and faster, the countless spider webs above the hall lit up one by one.
Finally, the light of these spider webs intertwined and reflected a scene.
It was a valley in a dense forest somewhere deep in the mountains.
Towering trees rose from the ground one by one.
Wooden houses stood beside these trees.
"It's the Wolf Castle!" The broken puppet said softly.
The scene quickly zoomed in.
Everyone saw the scene that appeared in the picture.
Giant wolves, each the size of a calf, were tearing at each other.
They were frantically biting each other's flesh in the forest.
Their immense strength knocked down the towering trees one after another.
The entire valley, which was once a peaceful werewolf camp.
Now, it had become a bloody slaughterhouse of cannibalism and cannibalism.
Even though these twelve monsters thought that they had seen a lot of things, they did not dare to do so.
They were still moved, shocked, frightened, and scared by the shocking scene they had seen.
"It's a curse!" A woman's voice said, "I'm sure that the person who killed Sherlock used his corpse to perform some evil and terrifying taboo ritual. He summoned a powerful Duke of Hell and paid a certain price to form a curse!"
"It's derived from the bloodline!"
"The caster's attainments in the soul level and bloodline are much higher than mine!" She said. .
So all the monsters turned their heads to look at her.
Countless pairs of eyes reflected her appearance.
A young woman wearing a traditional Sindhi sari dress and a veil.
One of the 13 Earls of the Order of the Temple, the Cursed Earl Delice.
One of the most outstanding diviners of the gypsies.
At the same time, she was also a master of the School of Curses!
"Madam …" The broken puppet creaked as it turned around, looked at her and asked: "Can you deduce who cast the spell?"
Delice shook her head gently. "I've never heard of this kind of blood curse..."
Her eyes looked at the reflection. "But I speculate that this is a blood curse that targets Sherlock's bloodline descendants..."
"Judging from the current situation of the werewolves in Wolfsburg... it should have at least one of the two characteristics of depriving intelligence and destroying rationality, or both..."
"At the moment, we don't know if this curse will trace back to Sherlock's relatives..."
"If that's true, then there'll be a good show to watch..."
At this point, Delice's pretty face had a rosy glow, making her look even more beautiful.
The werewolf lord of the Order of the Temple, Sherlock, was the leader of one of the three werewolf clans in the Land of Qin.
And he was the supreme leader of the werewolf society, the direct ancestor of all werewolves — the son of Duke William.
"We might be able to see an exciting game between Duke William and a master of curses soon!"
Duke William was not only the leader of the werewolves.
He was also one of the seven giants of the Land of Qin's Dark World.
Even the leader of the Order of the Temple couldn't do anything to him!
"Madam!" The puppet stood up, looked at Delice, and suddenly asked, "Can you divine where Sherlock died?"
"Who killed him?"
"No problem!" Delice stood up and bowed in a very ladylike manner. "I'll prepare for the ceremony immediately!"
She was also very curious about who dared to kill one of the 13 Earls of the Order of the Temple, the son of the werewolf leader Duke William.
This was offending two of the seven powerhouses of the Land of Qin at the same time!
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