The Werther family is going to die after all.
The old head of the family actually knew in his heart that the fall of the family was almost inevitable at this point. Because even if they just recovered, they are the only family in the world that still has the inheritance of demon summoning.
When Haierbo chose to use the body of the devil to achieve his "great cause", the demise of the Werther family was almost doomed.
After all, who would want to leave open the possibility of someone knowing his own weaknesses
Even though they actually don't know what the so-called "weaknesses" of demons are.
"Master, we are already surrounded by those living corpses outside. We...if we don't attack, they are probably going to attack!"
A tribesman rushed in from the door in a hurry, forgetting to even knock on the door. But for these rules that had to be followed in the past, the current head of the family no longer paid attention to them, let alone blamed them.
"Let everyone stop moving... As long as they haven't moved, we shouldn't move either." The old family leader shook his head and said, "Those are just the living dead who have been resurrected after their souls were torn apart. They are nothing to be afraid of... It's just that , don’t do anything, understand?”
"But why-"
Before the wizard had finished asking, the old patriarch gave him a sudden glare, forcing him to take back his words - the old patriarch had been in charge of the Witte family for so many years, and the majesty of the patriarch had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, making him not dare at all. Half a step over the limit.
"Okay, let's get down!"
Seeing the door being gently closed again, the old owner tiredly took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead, and then let out a long sigh.
He was not allowed to take the initiative, and naturally he would not take any chances, hoping that Haierbo would let them go for the sake of the Witte family being obedient.
Haierbo is definitely not the kind of soft-hearted person, absolutely not!
And the reason why he did this was entirely to preserve the last bit of hope of the Werther family as much as possible - he had already given away his two grandsons. As long as the fire can be left, the Werther family cannot be considered complete. perish.
As for the person entrusted by the old family master, it was his youngest son and Charlotte's father, Norman Witt.
"Helpo, you must understand that the living dead alone can't do anything to my Witte family. In addition, that boy McClain has cut off most of your subordinates... You will definitely come here in person, right?"
He sat behind the large desk, slightly pursed his dry lips, and thought secretly.
"Come on! We can't go anywhere, and we won't go anywhere... I, the Witte family, are waiting for you here to let you kill to your heart's content-"
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise downstairs. It was the sound of the enchanted wall of the house being knocked down like a child's building blocks.
The old patriarch knew that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
However, he was not anxious about it. Even after that, there were continuous crashing sounds and wailing sounds below, but his movements were still slow and unhurried.
He picked up his wand from the shelf next to him, then gently moved his chair and walked to the center of the study.
Then, he turned his wand upside down and made a slight stroke from top to bottom. The daily robe he was wearing suddenly turned into an old wizard's robe that looked quite simple and simple.
The six-pointed star array with gold patterns on a black background, plus the family crest of goat horns, wand, and a narrow blue eye are the only decorations on this black wizard robe.
This is the clothing of the head of the Werther family that has been passed down from generation to generation. It has no special function. It just represents the inheritance of the Werther family, nothing more.
After changing his clothes, the old master spread his legs again and walked step by step towards the door of the study.
A moment later, when he walked down the stairs and into the hall, he saw that this place had turned into a hell on earth.
"… Werther."
"Everyone in the family is called 'Witt', Mr. Helper."
The old head of the family was holding a magic wand, wearing a black robe, and his old white hair looked a bit unexpected. Especially in this hall where everything is already stained with scarlet, the contrast is even more striking.
Old Werther stood by the stairs, looking at the tall black figure standing in the center, his eyes seemed a little shaken - is that the "devil"? What was summoned by the forbidden magic that their family had lost several times
After staring for a moment, he silently looked away and glanced around the hall.
It seems that Haierbo has not yet slaughtered all the tribesmen here, but they have been forced into a corner and trembled. Death or immortality is just a matter of Haierbo's thoughts.
"Oh, are they all Werther... So, what is your name?"
"Sir, are you still willing to remember my name?" The old master tightened the wand in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "That is truly an honor."
"Well, no—"
But Haierbo didn't even look at him. He just shook his red and greasy palms and said casually:
"I just asked the question... If you want me to remember it, you have to show enough strength for me to remember it. For example, that magical young man McClain."
As soon as he finished saying this, the old family leader saw Haierbo's figure suddenly disappear from his sight. Suddenly, a warning sign popped up in his heart, and his figure also became illusive.
The next second, a huge fist suddenly appeared from behind him and struck through his figure.
But at that moment, the old family master's figure, which turned from real to ethereal, suddenly rushed forward, like a black and gray ghost, and rushed into the distance of more than ten feet.
Then, the two of them seemed to have exchanged positions with each other, and nothing happened.
After a few seconds of silence, Haierbo suddenly nodded as if he understood something. He looked at the afterimage trace left by the movement of the old patriarch and said:
"You're going to die."
This inexplicable sentence seemed to be stating a fact, and it did not contain any provocation.
"Yes, sir."
The old head of the family didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it, and frankly confirmed Haierbo's statement.
In fact, this is a kind of soul magic originating from ancient times. At the cost of giving up life, one turns oneself into a half-virtual and half-real soul state.
Haierbo's movements just now were really too fast. Even though the old family leader was also moving very quickly, he actually couldn't avoid the former's attack. It was entirely because of this magic that he was immune to physical attacks that he was able to leave the place unharmed.
It's a pity that such a magic with huge cost but little effect is useless in Haierbo's eyes.
"Apparently you're not good enough for me to remember your name."