sbdcsierra Chapter 327 The Fallen Angel of the Dark Moon, Sariel
Chapter 327 The Fallen Angel of the Dark Moon, Sariel
Chapter 327 The Fallen Angel of the Dark Moon, Sariel
Outside the Black Veil Hotel, an invisible barrier shrouded the area.
No matter how much noise is made inside, no one outside can hear or see it.
This place is like a forgotten island in New York, isolated from the world.
The lights were off in the Old Testament suite.
Sixty-six candlesticks were arranged in a magic circle, and the flickering flames cast distorted shadows on the wall.
The fire mage carefully exited the magic circle and bent down to pick up the notebook from the ground.
This is the relic of the Dark Councilor. Besides recording some secrets about the Way of Peace, it also contains something that makes the Flame Master's heart race—it turns out that the Dark Council holds the key to communicating with Hell.
If the Flame Master wants to become the true master of the Dark Council and Satan's representative on Earth, he must gain the recognition of Hell.
He kept comparing the magic circle with the pattern in the notebook, muttering, "Almost there."
The dagger sliced across his wrist, and blood dripped down, quickly pooling on the ground.
The fire mage dipped his finger in blood and drew a strange symbol on his forehead.
Then he bent down and kowtowed repeatedly towards the magic circle, chanting incantations without stopping.
Time passed little by little.
The Flame Master frowned.
What happened?
No response?
Did I make a mistake?
He looked up in confusion.
Just then, the pool of blood on the ground seemed to gain its own consciousness and slowly flowed into the magic circle.
Bright red blood outlined lines that connected each candle.
The next second, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky!
The fire mage's face lit up with ecstasy, his eyes fixed on the center of the magic circle.
A leather chair emerged from the magic circle.
On the animal-skin chair sat a man with a gloomy face and one eye closed between his brows.
What was most surprising was that the man had two pairs of dirty wings!
The Flame Master forcibly suppressed his inner excitement and prostrated himself in worship: "Yes, it was your lowly slave who summoned you. May I ask, which god are you?"
The man replied indifferently, "My name is Sariel."
The fire mage stared in horror, his eyes widening.
Sariel is a mythological figure in religious mythology!
Legend has it that he was once the most holy Archangel of Moonlight in the Western Paradise.
Because she imparted the magic of the moon to mortal priestesses, the Western God considered her to be an unclean person who had willingly fallen into depravity.
Sariel thus fell into Hell and became one of the Seven Demon Lords of Hell—the Dark Moon Demon Lord.
The Flame Master immediately kowtowed: "Greetings, Your Highness the Great Dark Moon Demon King!"
Your humble servant begs for your blessing!
Sariel smirked: "You want to become the spokesperson for my Lord Satan on earth?"
The fire mage nodded repeatedly: "Your devout servant is willing to offer everything I have!"
Sariel chuckled lightly, his tone nonchalant: "Never mind, now that the Cowherd is dead, the Dark Council's role is negligible."
It doesn't really matter who its owner is.
As long as the Dark Council is managed well, it is guaranteed...
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Before he could finish speaking, the door was violently pushed open.
A messenger from hell stumbled in, his face filled with terror: "Boss, something's happened!"
The next second, he saw Sariel, who stared in horror, his eyes wide and his gaze fixed on him.
Heavens... an angel?!
Sariel's expression suddenly turned cold: "Useless trash, summon me again when you're ready!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished into thin air.
The Flame Master stared in disbelief, slowly turning to look at the messenger of hell, his eyes practically overflowing with murderous intent: "If you don't tell me the sky is falling today, I'll skin you alive!"
The messenger of hell shook his head violently, snapping out of his daze, and frantically pointed to the door: "A group of messengers of hell—have invaded the Black Veil Hotel!"
The fire mage's eyes turned cold: "The water mage's men? Perfect timing!"
They had to vent their anger at having their coronation ceremony disrupted.
The messenger of hell shook his head frantically: "No, no, it's a woman, and she's brought a group of unfamiliar messengers of hell!"
The Flame Master frowned: "A woman?"
The messenger from hell nodded repeatedly: "Yes, she calls herself the Black Queen! She said you have to hand over Yang Xiao's gloves!"
The Flame Master's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Let's go, let's go meet her."
He got up to leave, but stopped at the door, turned back, took the leather glove from the coffee table drawer, and put it in his pocket.
Although I don't dare to wear these gloves until I know how to use them, they might come in handy in case of danger.
. . .
Even after becoming a beautiful woman, Quinn retained her old habits.
He wasn't wearing his black suit properly; the top few buttons were undone, revealing the tattoo on his chest.
No one thought she was flaunting her sex appeal; they just thought this woman was cool and stylish.
Behind her stood a group of fierce-looking men, each with a ram's head pendant around their neck and large tattoos covering their bodies.
Against the backdrop of these menacing-looking men, Quinn looked like a gang leader.
"Big sister, should we deal with them?"
"Heh, I just received the power from my older sister, and I haven't even had a proper fight to enjoy it yet!"
Seeing the approaching messengers of hell, Quinn's brothers could no longer contain themselves.
Quinn remained expressionless and simply waved his hand forward.
The rough men roared and pounced on them.
These were all the underlings Quinn had gathered in various neighborhoods back in the day.
None of them wore masks. In Quinn's view, the messengers of hell wore masks not to maintain mystery, but simply out of fear of each other, lest they be murdered or have their ram's head pendants stolen by others.
Quinn felt that there shouldn't be so much suspicion between brothers, otherwise what would be the point of getting married?
Her brothers were very strong, and they almost completely overwhelmed a group of Hellbringers who had just fought with the water mage's men and were already exhausted.
Quinn did not make a move.
She and the fire mage gazed at each other from afar, separated by the chaotic crowd.
The Flame Master narrowed his eyes: "Black Queen? Who exactly are you?"
Quinn beckoned with his finger.
Several strands of mental energy shot out instantly.
The Flame Master looked incredulous.
Spiritual energy threads?
This guy is a puppeteer?
They really hid it well!
He roared and summoned a fireball, engaging Quinn in battle.
night.
A thin man dressed in what looked like a police officer's uniform walked down a bustling street.
Passersby mistook him for a performance artist or a cosplayer who had just come from a cosplay party.
. . . . .
Because he was wearing a prosecutor's uniform that no one had ever seen before, his hair was messy, and he looked disheveled.
Most importantly, he was carrying a bloodstained, exaggeratedly shaped decapitation axe.
Yang Xiao walked all the way to the entrance of the Black Veil Hotel before stopping, loosening her collar: "This dress really doesn't fit."
His clothes were too dirty to be seen in public, so he had to strip off a prosecutor's uniform.
Most of the prosecutors were physically robust, and the clothes they wore looked loose and baggy on Yang Xiao, making him look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.
Yang Xiao looked up at the Black Veil Hotel.
The gloves are right here.
We need to get the gloves before we can proceed with the next step of the plan.
Using the reflection from the executioner's axe, he tidied his hair, then hummed a nursery rhyme and knocked on the door: "Little bunny, open the door."
Boom, boom, boom.
No one responded.
Yang Xiao sniffed.
Why does it still smell of blood?
He pushed open the door: "Since no one's saying anything, I'm coming in."
He looked at the executioner's axe, swaggered inside, and hummed a children's rhyme: "Little rabbit, open the door..."
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The battle is nearing its end.
Quinn's street thugs were ruthless thugs who were always fighting and prone to violence.
Where is the Flame Master's Hellbringer?
Having been pampered for so long, he only fights ghosts.
Those ghosts were easily subdued by the power of the devil.
. . . . . .
How could they possibly defeat street thugs who also possess demonic powers?
Therefore, the outcome of the battle was clear: Quinn's men overwhelmingly defeated the Flame Master's Hellbringers.
What about the Flame Master?
Although he was quite powerful, he was facing Quinn, who had just fused with the Puppet Demon and whose life level had fundamentally transcended that of the Puppet Demon.
Regardless, Quinn consumed a forbidden substance; dealing with a fire mage would be a piece of cake for him.
The fire mage was struck by a whip kick, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew up the stairs like a kite with a broken string.
Quinn, exuding an aura of "keep away," strode up to the Flame Master and said coldly, "Give me Yang Xiao's gloves."
Her main purpose in coming here was to help her good friend get his gloves back.
No one knows what kind of romantic luck Yang Xiao had.
Whether it's the elegant and sexy Harley Quinn or the rebellious Queen, they are all top-tier beauties.
But ironically, they were all willing to risk their lives for Yang Xiao.
The Flame Master's mask was shattered, revealing his bruised and battered face.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent and madness as he snapped, "Want the gloves? Fine, I'll give them to you!"
The Flame Master pulled gloves from his pocket, his eyes hardening, and with a determined look, put them on.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of other people's shadows appeared in his shadow!
Hundreds of different thoughts and resentments assaulted his brain.
The Flame Master stared wide-eyed in horror, feeling as if his head was about to explode.
Sure enough, these gloves aren't just for casual use.
He could barely hold it on his wrist for more than a second.
At that moment, a piercing scream rang out.
The Flame Master and Quinn both looked at the ram's head pendant on the Flame Master's chest.
The ram's head pendant shattered, and a baby the size of an ant flew out.
The baby clutched its head and screamed in agony, then fainted instantly, and slowly dissipated as it was corroded by the air.
The Flame Master watched this scene in disbelief.
He has a strong connection with the devil in the ram's head pendant; the devil bears ninety percent of the chaotic thoughts he suffers.
Yang Xiao's gloves drove even the devil mad to death.
Fortunately, the demon absorbed 90% of the chaotic thoughts, and the demon died.
The chaotic thoughts of those ninety percent of the shadows will slowly find me, not now.
Quinn sneered, "Your ram's head pendant is already broken, and you're still trying to struggle in your death throes?"
Quinn didn't give the Flame Master a chance to speak, and shot out threads of mental energy towards him.
A slow, excited smile curved the Flame Master's lips: "You don't know, the power of this glove far surpasses that of the demon!"
The next second, the fire mage threw a punch at Quinn.
As he threw the punch, a massive ghostly hand also blasted out from the Flame Master's fist toward Quinn.
Quinn's psychic threads were grabbed by another ghostly hand, and she was blasted far away by a punch from that hand.
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