"Sherlock..." A pair of eyes opened from above the dark castle hall.
They scanned the entire hall and finally focused on the oil lamp that had been extinguished and smashed to pieces on the ground.
"Its life light has gone out..."
"What happened?!" someone asked.
"Shylock... isn't he going to track down the escaped Egyptian cat goddess?" A tattered puppet appeared on a chair in the hall.
This puppet looks like it was a puppet performed in a circus more than a hundred years ago.
It's just that it's too broken.
Both eye sockets were collapsed by some force, so that the entire head was covered with fine lines like spider webs.
It looks like it could break at any time.
The puppet's mouth opened and closed, making a harsh sound: "Isn't that cat's power exhausted?"
"We also cut off the Egyptians from their sacrifices to Him..."
"Where else can He have any power?!"
All the gods who woke up from their slumber after the spiritual energy was revived have only awakened a little bit of consciousness so far.
Most of the time, it can only respond to some basic demands. Only after a grand national ceremony is held, it is possible to take action, but every time it takes action, it will fall into a long period of weakness.
This gives hope to many careerists.
The Temple Church is one of them.
Capture a god and devour everything about him.
Step on His corpse and ascend to the supreme throne.
The Temple was not the first to have this idea, nor was it the last.
Therefore, after careful selection, they chose the awakened cat goddess Bast in Egypt.
They patiently provoked Egypt's neighbors into disputes.
Provoking infighting among domestic forces.
The cat goddess was forced to take action.
After confirming that her divine power had been exhausted, before the Egyptians had time to hold a new grand ceremony to restore the goddess's divine power, they decisively took action and successfully snatched away the cat goddess and other statues where her consciousness was entrusted.
Originally, when things got to this point, it was half successful.
Next, they just need to wait patiently while the cat goddess uses up all her energy and returns to eternal sleep.
You can hold a terrible ritual and use an evil method to strip away everything from this goddess.
It's a pity, I thought it was beautiful.
But gods are gods after all.
Just when they thought they had succeeded, the statue of the Cat Goddess exploded to pieces.
The consciousness entrusted in it took the opportunity to escape from their confinement and restraint.
Then he disappeared.
However, they were not worried at that time.
Because, despite the cat goddess' consciousness, she used an unknown secret technique to successfully escape.
but…
Without sacrifices, he has lost the channel to communicate with believers, and most of his power and consciousness are still in eternal sleep.
There is no trouble left.
Once found, it is impossible to escape.
Therefore, Sherlock, the werewolf lord who was best at tracking among the Temple Order, took the initiative to undertake this task.
However, now, Sherlock's life light suddenly went out.
This means that he is dead.
Who killed him
That cat
How can it be!
Could it be that…
There was a cautious look in the puppet's eyes.
At this time, individual figures or monsters appeared one after another from the chairs.
Everyone looked at the shattered oil lamp that fell to the ground and fell into deep thought.
At this time, several crows were squawking and circling above the hall.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the crows.
And as the crows circled faster and faster, the countless spider webs above the hall lit up one by one.
In the end, the light from these spider webs intertwined to reflect a scene.
It was a valley somewhere deep in the mountains and dense forests.
Towering trees rise from the ground one by one.
A series of wooden houses stand next to these big trees.
"It's Wolfsburg!" the broken puppet said softly.
The screen quickly zoomed in.
Everyone saw the scene that appeared on the screen.
Giant wolves, one by one, the size of a calf, were biting each other.
They were tearing at each other's flesh crazily in the woods.
Their huge power knocked down towering trees.
The entire valley was once a peaceful werewolf camp.
It has now become a bloody slaughterhouse of cannibalism and cannibalism.
Even these twelve monsters think they have seen a lot.
They were still moved, shocked, frightened and frightened by the shocking scene they saw.
"This is a curse!" A woman's voice said: "I am certain that this is the person who killed Shylock. He used his body to perform some evil and terrible taboo ritual, and summoned a powerful person. The Duke of Hell, at a certain price, formed a curse!”
"Derived from blood!"
"The caster's attainments in soul level and blood relationship are much higher than mine!" she said.
Then all the monsters turned to look at her.
Countless pairs of eyes reflected her appearance.
A young woman wearing a traditional sari and a veil.
One of the Thirteen Counts of the Temple Order, Count Doris of the Curse.
One of the most outstanding diviners of the Gypsies.
He is also the master of the curse school!
"Madam..." The broken puppet squeaked and turned its head, looked at her, and asked, "Can you deduce who cast the spell?"
Delis shook her head slightly: "I have never heard of this kind of blood curse..."
Her eyes looked at the reflected picture: "But I speculate that this is a blood curse targeting Sherlock's blood descendants..."
"Judging from the current situation of Wolfsburg's werewolf... it should have at least one of the two characteristics of depriving intelligence and destroying rationality, or both... "
"It is still unknown whether this curse will be traced back to Sherlock's relatives..."
"If it's true, then there will be something good to watch..."
Having said this, Delise's pretty face had a rosy glow, making her look even more delicate.
Sherlock, the werewolf lord of the Temple Society, is the leader of one of the three major werewolf clans in Qinlu.
And it is the supreme leader of werewolf society, the direct ancestor of all werewolves now - the son of Duke William.
"We may be able to see a wonderful game between Duke William and a master of the cursed field soon!"
Duke William is more than just the leader of the werewolves.
He is also one of the seven giants in the dark world of Qinlu.
Even the leader of the Temple Society is a powerful figure!
"Madam!" The puppet stood up, looked at Delise, and suddenly requested: "Can you tell us where Shylock died?"
"Who killed it?"
"No problem!" Delise stood up, held up her skirt and saluted in a very ladylike manner: "I'll prepare for the ceremony right away!"
She was also curious about who dared to kill the son of Duke William, one of the Thirteen Earls of the Temple Order and the leader of the werewolves.
This offended two of the seven giants in the dark world of Qin and Lu at the same time!
You are really brave!