Magicparty（7）

  Just as Easy and Deakula were enjoying their drinks, Jester and Chekhov were sprawled out on the carpet getting high, Phryne and Michelle and Sally were examining a pile of small trinkets, and Cain was wiping down his gun, the living room door creaked open and a gaunt middle-aged man with a black face, golden red hair, and pale purple eyes walked in, looking as strange as he did.

  Dekeula turned back, astonished to find that it was not his subordinate. His eyebrows furrowed, and he had already pushed him out with one palm. A circle of black ripples surged towards the middle-aged man, making a faint breaking sound along the way.

  The middle-aged man's face changed, and he shouted loudly: "I am a subordinate of Councilor Gusu..." The following words had not been spoken yet, Dekura's blow had already struck his chest. He hurriedly punched out a fist, and a faint purple light flashed by. The middle-aged man was hit flying more than five meters away, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud thud. Sabia and Kuru stealthily poked their heads in, gloating at the middle-aged man on the ground, before quickly withdrawing their heads again.

  The middle-aged man struggled to get up from the ground, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, and with a dagger suddenly appearing on his neck, this unlucky guy could only collapse to the ground in a sorry state, like a large toad. Jester lightly swung his dragon-slaying dagger, lightly cutting off a strand of hair from the middle-aged man's head, asking in a strange tone: "Oh? Geggus? What thing?"

  "Decula held up a wine glass and stood up, taking a sip with ease, muttering to himself: "Gegel Uss? I've heard of him, the strongest undead sorcerer within the Dark Council, and also one of its core members... Oh, Mr. Jest, this is one of our own, let him go, come on, stop it, his hair is almost shaved off by you."

  Jest got up lazily, walked to Chekhov's side, and sat down with a thud. He slowly pulled out a marijuana cigarette and began to smoke it calmly. The middle-aged man struggled to get up, spitting out another mouthful of blood. On his head, the golden red hair was left only with a small strand in the center of the top, looking like an onion. Chekhov suddenly burst into laughter, choking on the smoke that got stuck in his throat, almost unable to breathe.

  Yi Chen slowly stood up and asked in a low voice, "Sir, you entered without reporting and caused misunderstandings. Of course, we didn't want such an unfortunate thing to happen, but since it has happened, just be more open-minded about it."

  Dekeula squeezed out a smile: "Yes, you must have used your identity to prove yourself and rushed in without any courtesy. However, for someone who hasn't been reported, I'm always very cautious. You shouldn't have done this, you should have listened to my subordinate's arrangement honestly. You're too rude, so the result is... Hehe"

  Two people clapped and merged, pushing all responsibilities onto the middle-aged person's head.

  A middle-aged man, this is infuriating. Although I'm a bit arrogant myself, relying on my identity as the high-ranking executive of the Dark Congress to barge in directly, but I ended up getting severely beaten and almost killed, and then my hair... Alas, my hair was almost all gone, and in the end it all became my responsibility? But I really can't say anything, who let my status be inferior to that of Deacula?

  The middle-aged man suppressed his anger and bowed respectfully to Dekura, whose onion-like hair shook a few more times. Chikov and Dester, the two scoundrels, burst out laughing at the same time... The middle-aged man's whole body trembled slightly as he said loudly: "By order of Lord Gegus, all subordinates of the Philippe family and those under Second-Rank Executor Jester are required to cooperate with our people on the next full moon night and launch a surprise attack on the clergy of New York."

  He stormed out, his face twisted in anger, his teeth clenched.

  Dracula's face changed, and he said in a low voice: "Damn it, have you forgotten your identity? In front of me, the great Duke Dracula, you dare to be so presumptuous?" The fingernails on Dracula's right hand flew out quickly, and with a swift swipe, five black curved claws swooped towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man immediately regretted it in his heart - how did he know that Dracula wouldn't give him any face at all, and would actually dare to kill him on the spot?

  Yì chén's head moved slightly, Jie Si Te and Kai En simultaneously took a step forward, two fists chopping towards De Ku La's claw wind. A small shock passed, a small storm swept through the corridor, fortunately this floor was just Yì chén and De Ku La's people, and did not cause any disturbance.

  Yi Chen smiled and pulled on De Qiu La's hand: "Why must you fight with a dog? A dog that doesn't know good from bad, one stick is enough for him, no need to kill him."

  The middle-aged man's face turned white in an instant, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out. He took a deep look at Yicun with extremely hateful eyes, then strode away. He knew that if he clashed with Yicun now, he would absolutely not be the lucky one.

  "Deacula frowned: 'This trash creature.'"

  Yi Chen said: "We have provoked an enemy that we cannot afford."

  "Gerardus? Afraid of what? Just him alone, dare to oppose the Philippe family?"

  Yi Chen immediately climbed up the pole: "So, if there's any trouble in the future, it'll all depend on you."

  Deke laughed a few times: "Don't worry, if this bastard dares to stir up trouble for you with Gege Wus, I'll take care of both him and Gege Wus."

  Yi Chen lightly said a few words, and the matter was shifted to Dekula's head. Dekula vaguely felt that something was wrong, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, so he didn't bother to think about it for the time being. Yi Chen smiled secretly: "Gegu Wusi MP? Sounds like a big shot, I wouldn't dare offend him, but if you're willing to take the blame for me, why not?"

  "Guard the door well. If you let in any more useless fools, I'll tear you to pieces and burn them to ashes."

  The twelve great dukes hastily closed the door of the house. They knew that Dracula was a man who kept his word.

  De Qiula made a big turn and asked Yi Chen: "They all gathered together, what's your meaning?"

  Yi Chen's sinister smile emerged: "You don't plan on sacrificing yourself for the Dark Council, do you? Alright then, let's call Jester's subordinates, those vampires directly under the Dark Council, to take the lead. We'll wait slowly in the back until they've fought each other to a standstill, and then we'll join them...".

  Deacula squeezed out a few smiles: "Good idea, I'm not interested in helping them to fight desperately. My brother also joined the Dark Council for other reasons, hum, I don't have a good impression of them."

  Yi Chen said, "There are still three days until the full moon, right? I want to help Phil and his brothers recover their bodies first, then we'll have the strength to cause trouble."

  As soon as the words fell, far away, in Yichun's room, through the window, a small mushroom-shaped cloud rose up, followed by a huge explosion sound. Kane was extremely sensitive to the explosion sound and had already rushed to the balcony, carefully observing and estimating in a low voice: "Boss, it's probably around 200 kilograms of yellow explosives, distance... um, 700 meters, who did it?"

  Yi Chen shook his head and said casually, "Anyway, it's not our territory, so we can't be held responsible for any explosions that happen there... Let him go, the muddier the water is, the better. Oh, right, Feili, design some clothes for us, something like Japanese ninja outfits, but make sure to add some distinguishing marks so our people can tell each other apart."

  "Great idea, Yi, I want a set too... really fun."

  Yi Chen looked at Dekura with a bit of concern: "You won't wipe out everyone as soon as you make your move, will you?"

  Deacula shook his head honestly: "I don't have such a strong power, of course, if it were my brother, maybe attacking from behind and killing half of the Vatican's people would be possible."

  Is Prince Philip really so formidable?

  Sitting upright opposite the Old Dao of Kongtian, to the left of Kongtian was Jin Zhenren and to the right was the Master of Xianyao. As for Tianlei Zi, he was lying on the sofa with a wine bottle in hand, drinking happily.

  Kong Tian Lao Dao gently stroked his long beard and said in a deep voice: "Yi Chen Zi, are your words true?"

  Yi Chen said respectfully: "Yes, Kong Tian Dao Chang, every word is true. Those rebellious parties and the Vatican in the West have grievances and are waiting for a large number of domestic personnel to arrive before launching an attack on the Vatican personnel. And the Dark Vatican, which has an irreconcilable feud with the Vatican, indeed made plans to launch a surprise attack on the Vatican. Moreover, they all plan to launch it at midnight three days later."

  "Alright, let's go all out and eliminate them once and for all. I've had enough of staying here, surrounded by the mundane and the ignorant who don't even know to seek enlightenment."

  Xiaoyao Zongzhu took a light sip of his brandy, and chuckled: "Brother Dao can't say that, after all, in these three thousand red dusts, wine is still not bad. Yichenzi, do you think we can handle them?"

  Yi Chen shook his head resolutely: "Why bother, Master? Rather than getting entangled with the Five Elements, Concealment, and Carefree sects, it's better to wait for them to exhaust themselves in their internal strife, then come in to clean up the aftermath."

  Looking at the furious Huo Zhenren walking over, Yi Chen hastily said: "Heaven has a benevolent nature, as a cultivator, it's probably not easy to slaughter people indiscriminately, right?"

  One sentence made all the old Daoists, big and small, stunned. The Old Daoist of the Empty Sky coughed: "Yi Chenzi is right, as a monk, we must not kill indiscriminately, lest we provoke the wrath of heaven. Moreover, with the 49th Heaven Tribulation approaching, we should be cautious in all things."

  Yi Chen revealed a hint of a smile: "So, I'll use this to respond to Duke Dekula? Perhaps they will be willing to act with us."

  Kong Tian Lao Da, Jin Zhen Ren and Xiao Yao Zong Zhu looked at each other and nodded slightly.

  Yi Chen smiled: "Among those rebels, there will be some people with a red thread sewn on their shoulders. I hope all the Taoist friends will show mercy."

  The monks all nodded in agreement.

  So, Yi Chen didn't say any polite words of farewell either, and lightly nodded before standing up and walking out. And Kong Tian Lao Dao and the others also didn't say that Yi Chen was being rude to them, after all, Yi Chen's identity was a bit awkward, an expelled disciple, no matter what, couldn't possibly address these old Daoists in the same way as the disciples in the mountain gate.

  Tianlei Zi suddenly opened his half-drunken, half-asleep eyes and muttered: "Alas, I wonder if it's possible for me to persuade Shixiong to take back Yichen Zi?"

  All the old Daoists were silent for a long time. Half a day later, the leader of the Carefree Sect hesitantly said: "I'm afraid it's because Yichenzu is not in a good mood now?"

  "Alas, it's all about timing and fate. This old man..." He let out a sigh, tilted his head to the side, and started drinking again.

  Three days later, at 11:00 pm, a group of dark shadows gathered outside the hotel where Yi Chen and his friends were staying. These shadows hid in every dark corner, occasionally some figures seemed to appear and disappear like ghosts, looking very frightening.

  On the top floor of the hotel, an elder chrysanthemum pushed open the window and smiled with satisfaction: "Hmmm, they've arrived, just in time... Longshan, shouldn't we set off too? Have you figured out the location?"

  Longshan Elder tied a three-inch-wide cowhide belt around his waist, nodded and said: "I've inquired clearly that those managers in New York are still useful, worthy of being trained by the Imperial Intelligence Bureau. The Vatican's secret base has been investigated. Hmph, Shan Koumu, that old guy, was taken advantage of by the Vatican himself, but he didn't even have a way to deal with it. Today, let's see how we'll help him save face."

  Another elder put on a black cloak and chuckled, saying: "We've earned them this mouthful of air, but the face of Lin's people has been lost anyway. However, what does it have to do with us? The power held by Lin's family for too long should be taken over by someone else now?" This elder's eyes slyly darted around.

  The other thirty or so elders silently adjusted their equipment, then almost simultaneously nodded slightly and slipped out quietly, jumping directly from the balcony. A few afterimages flickered in mid-air as these chrysanthemum elders, along with a large group of guards, lightly tapped their feet on the ground nearby before shooting off like arrows.

  Immediately, nearly a thousand dark shadows followed them and rushed out. One by one, the twisted black shadows flew rapidly in the air, as if they were cyan smoke.

  Deacula's big eye peeked through the hole in the curtains and saw this scene, licking his lips in surprise: "Satan is omnipotent, they actually have so many people? And it seems that their skills are not bad either."

  Chekhov began to flaunt his knowledge: "Japan now has a population of 150 million nationwide, and if only 300,000 people enter that so-called Chrysanthemum training, it is possible to have such a large batch of warriors."

  Yi Chen tapped Chekhov's head and said in a low voice, "Shut up, you and Jester go brush your mouths. A true ninja will never have the smell of marijuana on his body."

  Jester and Chekhov exchanged a glance, sniffed at their clothes for a moment, and said in surprise: "We don't smell anything, boss, did you get it wrong?"

  "Alright, get ready to follow up, Jester, send your people out quickly."

  Michelle, dressed in a black ninja suit, jumped up and made a few low humming noises with her mouth. The strange sound waves penetrated the wall and reached the ears of dozens of vampires directly under Jester's command. Immediately, more than 30 small black bats flew out from the hotel window and carefully followed the ninja army in front.

  After about five minutes, Yi Chen and his group, including the thirteen Grand Dukes led by Dekula, put on their black masks, adjusted their fake samurai swords, and flew out lightly. Before leaving, Yi Chen called out in a low voice: "Sally, take good care of the house."

  "Too much fun, too wonderful. I'm actually throwing away those damn formal clothes and wearing this to sneak up on people for the first time... Too much fun."

  "If you can remind yourself in your heart not to always put yourself above others, then you may feel more happiness."

  Dekeula's figure suddenly stopped, his eyes gleaming with ferocity as he stared at Yichun. Yichun looked back at him fearlessly: "Look at Miss Mihuaer, she is very happy every day because she has many friends, and you? You often have a gloomy face, can you truly be happy? Miss Mihuaer, look at your uncle's face, is it as hard as granite?"

  Cain and they also stopped, staring intently at Dekula and the other twelve Grand Dukes.

  Miki let out a loud laugh: "Really, it's just like that." Then, without any politeness, she kicked Dekula's thigh with one foot: "Uncle, don't glare, hurry up and leave, otherwise there won't be anything exciting to see... Hmph, no wasting time allowed."

  Deacula shook his head and hummed a few times, then shot out. Mishi laughed and followed behind him, jumping up and down.

  Yi Chen smiled and followed behind, neither too fast nor too slow. Feili caught up to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, asking: "Boss, why provoke that old bat? Ugh, just seeing him makes me uncomfortable, my whole body feels cold."

  Yi Chen said in a low voice, "The more you can't afford to mess with someone, the more fun it is to mess with them. Anyway, Mishi will always stand on our side, and I'm not afraid of him turning against us."

  Fēi lì gū gū gū de xiào le qǐ lái.

  Translation: Feili burst out laughing.

  Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew by, and Yi Chen frowned and turned his head to look back. It was Cain, whose muscles were so tense that they almost burst through his ninja attire, flying over with a whoosh. Cain had just learned how to use the True Origin Force to make himself float, and now that he saw it was safe, he was excitedly dancing wildly in mid-air.

  Eichan couldn't help but look at Cain and Phil, Gol with a mixture of dismay and puzzlement. Their physiques seemed too outlandish? Among the Japanese, there were rarely such large builds, right? Especially, especially ninjas generally preferred to be smaller in stature. This was undoubtedly a major flaw, however, once they took action, it should go unnoticed by anyone.

  Yi Chen and his group flew hastily through the air, while above them, more than 10,000 meters high, the Old Heavenly Daoist, Yang Lao, Dun Jia Zong's five true immortals, the master of the Carefree Sect, Tian Lei Zi, and other elderly Daoists were following Yi Chen's group at a leisurely pace. The other disciples of the sect were still waiting in the hotel for further instructions. The group of elderly Daoists was indeed bored, so they simply arranged clouds and drove the air, or brought out rays of light, resulting in Yi Chen's group below not seeing anything unusual. A small team of F-22 fighter jet pilots on a nighttime patrol mission almost dropped their jaws in shock...

  Gegge took the black cat from Fakras' hands, hugged it tightly in his arms, pinched it a few times and said: "Hmmm, today's moonlight is truly wonderful, it makes me feel so passionate... I really want to kill a few more of those bastards from the Church."

  "Ahahahaha! That's right, that's right, I want to drink the hot blood from Galanti's heart... But, Gusu, do you still have any hot blood left?"

  Gegi glared at him and muttered: "You mock me again, I'll... Hmph."

  Fakras didn't care about his beloved black cat being trampled by Geggus, and said with a smile: "However, brothers, can our strength handle them? Maybe they have many people? Hmm? If they bring more experts besides Galanti and Lohan, what should we do?"

  "However, we still have that scoundrel Deucalion on our side, and his strength isn't weak either. Adding the twelve Grand Duke-level blood kin, I think we can take on about five of those Church scoundrels who are a match for us."

  Sikes nodded: "But I still don't know why they came to New York."

  Fakras snatched back his black cat, grasping its tail and shaking it violently as he said: "Gegew, I remember now. Your hand that just stroked the rotten bone is not allowed to touch my treasure... Hmm, no matter what their reasons are, in any case, we should set off."

  Geggie let out a series of chuckles, glanced at the poor black cat, and pointed her short staff upwards. A green flame shot up into the sky, creating a striking green glow in the night air. Next, three members of the Dark Council led their direct subordinates, forty core masters of the Dark Council, to disappear into the wind. Black shadows darted out from the surrounding woods and dark corners, rushing towards the secret base of the Arbitration Court that they had already investigated.