A gust of wind blew.
Dark clouds rolled, covering the sky and the sun.
Deep purple lightning swam through the clouds, flashing and illuminating the city below.
Then, bean-sized raindrops began to fall.
"I like stormy nights. Wind, rain, and lightning, all of these make me more powerful!"
Spreading his arms, as if to embrace the whole world, Marquis Warban's voice suddenly became a little high-pitched.
"I presume this junior of yours is also like this? Although your aura is a little strange, if you're my compatriot, you should be like this, right? "
Wearing a black overcoat over his well-ironed suit, Marquis Warban endured the beating of the storm with a cheerful smile.
Eight-cloud Ink held up an oil-paper umbrella and watched as Ikaros opened her Aegis to protect Wanli Gu Youli and Athena from the wind and rain before looking at Marquis Warban.
"Compatriot?"
Eight-cloud Ink chuckled, one hand holding the umbrella while the other stroked her long hair.
"Old man, I have no intention of reincarnating as a husky. Compared to the storm, the warm sunshine is much more pleasing. "
As she said this, the world suddenly changed.
The strange phenomenon that had occurred during the battle with Athena of Disobedience appeared once more.
With Eight-cloud Ink and Marquis Warban as the center, the world was divided into two parts.
Half was night with wind and rain, while the other half was day with bright sunshine.
"Is this your authority, junior of yours?" Marquis Warban frowned, "Looks like there's a mistake in the information..."
As he said this, he glared at Lily Yana Cranichael behind him.
The young female knight was in charge of gathering information on Eight-cloud Ink for Marquis Warban.
Sensing Marquis Warban's actions, Lily Yana, who had been kneeling on one knee, lowered her head even more.
Warban waved his hand.
More than ten wolves emerged from the darkness.
It was a huge gray wolf whose size was reminiscent of a horse.
"Your Majesty, that's the Region of Greedy Wolves!"
Wanli Gu Youli, who was standing behind Eight-cloud Ink, said anxiously.
"It's the divine power that the marquis usurped from Apollo. It can summon dozens or even hundreds of huge wolves with dark, rat-like fur. The size of the wolves makes people mistake them for horses. They have very sensitive noses, swift movements that don't match their huge bodies, and speed that can chase cars! Your Majesty, please be careful! "
"Meddlesome little girl!"
Marquis Warban waved his hand carelessly, and a dozen wolves immediately pounced on Eight-cloud Ink. These wolves appeared directly on the roof of the building where Eight-cloud Ink was standing.
"If we let these little fellows do it, it will be completely useless."
As he spoke, Eight-cloud Ink casually glanced at the wolves that were pouncing on him.
Half of the sky was still daytime, and the sunlight cast down made Yakumo's shadow on the rooftop elongate.
Then, the shadow distorted.
Succubus with the same number of wolves as the wolves appeared from the distorted shadow and met the huge grey wolves.
Seeing that his wolves were ineffective, Marquis Warban seemed to have expected this.
"As expected of the [Demon King] who killed two disobedient gods and defeated my old enemy, the [King of Wuxia]!"
Marquis Warban laughed very happily.
"It seems that I haven't been in such a good mood for a long time!"
With a snap of his fingers, an inconceivable phenomenon appeared.
"For this rare feast, I want to return the favor. If things don't go well, I'll crush you and the witch together. Come, listen to my orders, my servants! "
Something with dark magic surged out again.
Countless death knights appeared.
Some were holding swords, some were holding guns, some were swinging axes.
Every Death Knight was wearing thick and heavy armor that protected them tightly.
There were about forty of them, but they emitted an oppressive aura like that of an army of thousands.
"My dead servants, you are all specially selected warriors. I'll let you hunt like hounds! "
Clang clang clang clang clang …
All the death knights suddenly raised their weapons and advanced in unison.
The sound of armor clashing resounded through the world.
As if there was an invisible bridge in the sky, the death knights flew through the air and rushed towards Eight-cloud Ink.
"Dead people?"
Eight-cloud Ink looked at the death knights charging towards her.
"After death, they were forcefully pulled up from the underworld and continued to be controlled by the authority."
Eight-cloud Ink was almost certain that if the Four Seasons' Reflection Concubine saw this scene, the King of Hell would be furious.
This authority that came from Osiris originally existed to allow Osiris to better manage the underworld. Now, Marquis Warban had usurped it for his own use.
Reversing life and death, ignoring reincarnation, wantonly destroying the order of the dead, and forcefully preventing these people from reincarnating.
Marquis Warban's use of this authority completely went against the meaning of the authority itself.
So, as expected of the most ancient and tyrannical demon king in existence?
Eight-cloud Ink sighed and raised her left hand.
The tip of her slender white index finger glowed with a faint purple light.
Her fingertip slid horizontally in the air, as if she wanted to cut through something.
"Pop!"
There seemed to be the sound of bubbles being popped.
Marquis Warban's eyes suddenly widened.
The advancing death knights all stopped in their tracks.
Their bodies began to emit a black aura of death, and the bodies of the death knights began to gradually fade.
"How is this possible!!"
Marquis Warban exclaimed.
He realized that his control over these servants had been severed by a higher level of power.
"Where you came from, you should return to where you came from."
Eight-cloud Ink's voice suddenly became distant.
"Rather than stay in the world of the living, it is better to reincarnate as soon as possible."
Then, the power that maintained the realm of death and unlife on these death knights was severed by Eight-cloud Ink.
"Junior! What have you done?! "
"Ah, ah, don't speak so loudly —"
Eight-cloud Ink rubbed her ears as if she had been disturbed.
"— I'm just letting these poor people who have been driven around by you for so many years go where they belong."
"Please remove our resentment …"
"Please banish the king who wantonly plunder …"
"Please … Please …"
A voice came from nowhere, echoing in the hearts of Eight-cloud Ink, Marquis Warban, and everyone else present.
Servants of death!
"So you see," Eight-cloud Ink waved her hand, "these poor children don't seem to be willing to be driven around by you."
A trace of anger flashed across Marquis Warban's face.
The death knights who had stopped in mid-air turned into specks of light and dissipated.
But at the last moment of reincarnation, a surge of power gushed out of all the death knights' bodies and was injected into Eight-cloud Ink's body.
"Oh, it seems that they have a lot of resentment towards you, old man. They even wanted to trick you before they left."
Eight-cloud Ink looked at the golden ball of light that had been injected into her body and gathered in her palm.
"So what!?"
Marquis Warban laughed maniacally. He took a step forward, and his body began to grow rapidly.
His well-fitting suit was torn apart, revealing his hairy skin.
His human head had turned into a wolf's head.
The Marquis had turned himself into a werewolf.
"They're just a bunch of useless people. Even if they gang up on me, they won't be able to do anything!"
Howl howl howl howl —
Letting out a bestial roar, Marquis Warban, who had transformed into a wolf, leaped and finally attacked Eight-cloud Ink personally!
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