177a Brick Street in Manhattan, New York City, is a building that doesn’t seem to have anything special from the outside. A white-haired old man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged on a straw mat, closing his eyes and meditating.
As the guardian of the New York Temple and the right-hand man of the ancient Supreme Mage, Sammaleron has long been accustomed to meditating late at night.
After all, if your work and rest habits are the same as those of normal people, how can you be called a great mage
In addition to meditation, Sammaleron also has an important task, which is to monitor energy fluctuations across the American continent and prevent large-scale invasions of dark forces.
Fortunately, there have been no life-or-death emergencies on the American continent since the end of World War II. Even if small situations occasionally occur, the human governments are becoming more and more powerful now, and they can often handle them themselves. If that doesn't work, just send other mages in the temple to play.
There was no chance for Zamaleron to take action himself.
So Samalelon seemed to have nothing else to do except meditate in the temple.
But tonight, it seemed like there was a situation where he had to play.
Samalelon opened his eyes slightly and looked in a certain direction. A black mage quietly appeared next to him and said slightly nervously: "Lord Guardian, the distance is very close, it should be in New York City."
Zamaleron nodded slightly: "I sensed it. Mage Daniel is very strong, and it's definitely not like those little fights before."
The black mage named Daniel said: "Then I will notify all the mage right now."
Zamaleron raised his hand and shook his head slightly: "This level of dark power cannot be solved by just relying on a large number of people. Besides, something is wrong with the situation. According to normal circumstances, a large-scale outbreak in New York City should have already occurred. It was chaotic, but now everything is business as usual.”
Daniel walked to the window, looked out the window, and nodded: "You are right, Lord Guardian, what should we do next?"
Zamaleron stood up slowly: "I will check it now. If necessary, I will inform you again."
"Ah" Daniel was stunned, "Lord Guardian, can you do it alone?"
"Well" Samalelon glanced at the black mage coldly, "Why, you think I'm old and no longer useful?"
Daniel's whole body trembled slightly, and he quickly lowered his head and said respectfully: "I don't dare, my subordinate is presumptuous, please forgive me, Lord Guardian."
Zamaleron ignored Daniel and stretched out his hand to draw a circle in front of him. A circle of light with sparks appeared in front of him. After he stepped in, the halo of light immediately dissipated.
Daniel would not see that just after Sammaleron passed through the circle of light, black mist rose up from under his purple robe and enveloped his whole body. He immediately changed from the image of a highly respected archmage to the appearance of a standard villain boss.
"Whoever stops, or we'll shoot"
A circle of fire appeared out of thin air in the dark night, and the nearby NIA agents could see it no matter how blind they were, not to mention that it was Luke's team that blocked the slaughterhouse.
Almost as soon as Sammaleron appeared, a dozen red dots fell on him.
"Hmph, mortal armed forces are boring."
Zamaleron shook his finger gently, and immediately slaughtered all the living creatures near the factory and fell into a deep sleep at the same time. Then an invisible bubble emerged from his fingertips, expanded rapidly, and enveloped the entire slaughterhouse in the blink of an eye.
"The feeling is gone"
In the New York Temple, Daniel was startled and said a little surprised: "The Guardian is really powerful. Did you eliminate the anomaly in such a short time?"
Sammaleron followed the iron door that Sam had forced open and walked down the stairs step by step. When he reached the end, there was no one on the abandoned platform.
Whether it was Sherron or others, even those wolf monsters, or the body of the train conductor, all mysteriously disappeared.
Except for the platform that had been smashed open by Sherron with a hammer.
Sammaleron frowned and looked around carefully. Maybe it was because of the black mist that spewed out from the cracks that greatly weakened his perception, or maybe it was due to other reasons, but he didn't notice anything unusual anyway.
Maybe the idiot who destroyed the magic circle has been swallowed up by such a terrible dark force and died without a burial place.
Sammaleron thought this way, raised his head and looked greedily at the black mist that was gathering in the air and circling rapidly, and murmured: "What a pure power, how powerful it is. I didn't know it was that warrior. Dare to smash the magic circle like this? Thanks to him, I was able to absorb such pure power hundreds of years in advance, without having to use those wastes and use the souls and blood of innocent people to slowly weaken this magic circle. "
Sammaleron said, raising his hands and murmuring in his mouth. The black mist swirling in the air quickly turned into wisps of breath and blended into his body.
Soon his body began to expand rapidly. Almost with every breath, his body doubled in size. By the time the black mist in the air was almost absorbed, Sammaleron's body had become like an inflated weather balloon. , his head almost hit the ceiling of the platform.
Sammaleron didn't notice that just as he was inflating as if he was blowing air, a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at him greedily.
Tina, who had already put on the phantom gloves, appeared quietly behind Sammaleron like a ghost, reaching out and gently pressing on his hind legs as thick as pillars.
In hell, the demon who was torturing those poor souls out of boredom suddenly opened his eyes wide.
This soul, this delicious, powerful, holy yet fallen soul
Damn it, what good treasure did that little bitch Tina find again
It couldn't wait to look at the blood pool, and soon it laughed: "It turns out to be the bald man of the Ancient One. Haha, the guardian of the New York Temple, Samalelon, is also a big shot."
"Such an idiot is actually targeting that power. Didn't Gu Yi's bald man warn him not to pay attention there? It's impossible. That bald man can peek into the future. Maybe she is secretly conniving at the current situation. the result of."
"So my reaction may have been what she expected. It doesn't matter. Anyway, I am not at a loss for receiving such a powerful soul. It's just this seal."
The expression on the demon's face suddenly became more serious than ever before. Xie Lun's appearance quietly appeared in the blood pool. It stared at Xie Lun. After a long time, it murmured: "Gu Yi, you bastard, are you? I’ve also set my sights on this kid. Humph, stop dreaming. Your soul belongs to darkness, so this kid’s soul must also belong to hell.”
It gritted its teeth and suddenly snorted: "But hell doesn't belong to me, and I really need to raise my stakes. Forget it, the seal has been broken anyway, so let's take advantage of that brat."
Its hands moved rapidly on the blood pool, and an invisible but extremely powerful force was transmitted to Tina out of thin air.
Tina's whole body trembled, and her eyes suddenly burst into blazing green flames. At the same time, green light balls condensed rapidly behind her, and finally condensed into three green light balls.
"Soul Curse Void Exile"
Tina shouted loudly, and three green light balls merged into her body, forming a green light wave as thick as a water tank, which suddenly entered Samalelon's body.