Magicparty（4）

  Duke Klaue walked into the hotel with a group of subordinates, but Sabiha and Kuru, who came to greet him, noticed that the Grand Duke seemed a bit disheveled, which was an involuntary exposure of unnaturalness after being frustrated.

  Deacula walked towards the elevator in big strides, whispering: "There are some strange Chinese people coming to New York City, you guys need to be on high alert at all times. Keep a close eye on Michelle, don't let any Chinese person get near her, otherwise take them down."

  Kerui hesitated for a moment: "But, Your Highness, Mr. Yicheng he..."

  "Isn't he a British national? Can he still be considered Chinese?" Dekula said impatiently, blinking his eyes. In his heart, he muttered to himself: "Looking at the relationship between Michelle and that Feili, it's already very deep. If I exclude Yichen, won't I have no peace in the future?"

  The elevator door opened, and Dekula stepped in. Seven young people with yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes were stepping out. Dekula's heart tightened as he watched their every move, each of them possessing impressive martial arts skills. What was their background? Could they be related to the two old men who had beaten him up earlier?

  Dracula hummed softly and slightly shook his head, the Marquis from Holland behind him immediately elbowed forward, bumping into the young man in front. The others behind Dracula subtly shifted, blocking the view of other guests in the hall.

  That young man with the prominent forehead was the eldest disciple of the Huǒ Zhēn Rén of the Five Elements Sect, known as Huǒ Lóng. He had a notoriously violent temper and could get angry enough to punch a hole in the sky. His fellow cultivators who were on good terms with him secretly called him "Huǒ Lóng" (Fire Dragon). Seeing that his opponent had actually attacked him with such ferocity, he immediately changed expression. With a swift motion, he struck out with an elbow strike, leaving behind a red flame tail in the air and sending a wave of high heat radiating outward in all directions.

  Dracula's complexion changed slightly, as a creature of the dark world, there were some powers that were naturally restrained by them, such as light and fire. Although he was a high-ranking vampire, it would take extremely powerful light and fire energy to harm him, but if this young man and that Marquis had similar powers, then his own subordinates might be at a disadvantage. Dracula couldn't have imagined that the young man in front of him, who looked like he was only in his early twenties, was actually over two hundred years old, with two hundred years of bitter cultivation, and his actual strength was not to be underestimated.

  The elbow and the elbow collided violently, the upper body of the fire dragon's clothes silently turned to ashes, which was the effect of being corroded by dark power. As for the Marquis, he was unlucky, according to Dekura's intention, it was just to let him try the power of the fire dragon, so he only used less than half of his strength, and in order to be able to withdraw in time, he also left a rotating force. As a result, he collided with the full blow of the old fire dragon, and the whole person was instantly enveloped in flames.

  He was burned so badly that by the time Duke reacted, he had to slap away the flames on his body. The unfortunate Earl's clothes and hair were completely incinerated by the three-flavor true fire of the Fire Dragon. Fortunately, thanks to the powerful dark energy within him, although his muscle tissue suffered significant damage from the scorching true yuan, at least there was no danger to his life. A vampire's vitality is extremely resilient; this hapless Marquis only needed to drink a mouthful of human blood and then be buried in a tomb for three to five years before he would be as good as new again.

  Huǒ Lóng Lǎo Dào got up and looked at De Qiū Lā with an unyielding gaze, his voice cold as ice: "A good dog doesn't block the way, move aside."

  Deacula's anger reached its peak, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. However, the hall had already lit up, and the big fire that had just burned was still visible to everyone except the blind. The hotel staff had already started dialing 911, and several security guards were walking over in large strides.

  Deacula scooped up the hapless subordinate and flashed into the elevator like a ghost. The seven Five Elements Sect disciples, led by Huo Long Lao Dao, sneered as they made way for the vampires to enter the elevator, then followed their sect leader's orders to go out and patrol. The hapless Sabia and Kuru stood frozen in place, left behind to deal with the aftermath. How were they supposed to explain that someone had suddenly caught fire? Especially since the security cameras in the lobby seemed to be pointing this way... Maybe it would be better to get Philip's family manager in New York to exert some influence and bribe the hotel staff instead.

  Dequla's face was gloomy as he went upstairs, whispering: "Go to Mr. Yi's room, I have something to do with him... If he hasn't fallen asleep, that's best. If he has fallen asleep, then break open the door for me, I want to see him."

  Two shady-looking characters, Jester and Chikov, sauntered over, puffing on a joint. In a strange, affected tone, they said: "Don't worry, the boss isn't asleep yet. He's usually in high spirits, so you can still catch him now. If you go looking for him after he's fallen asleep, maybe the boss won't get angry, but little Filya will throw you out of the window."

  Chekhov suddenly shouted in surprise: "Oh, Your Highness the Grand Duke, do you also have a SM addiction? You actually brought up a naked man... Oh God, his skin has been burned... Don't you use low-temperature candles when playing with wax? This kid really has a spirit of dedication. How much money did you give him?"

  Jester's marijuana fell to the carpet with a 'whoosh', emitting wisps of smoke from the tip, then he suddenly hugged his belly and burst into crazy laughter, not caring if his mad cackles would scare the guests on the upper and lower floors to death. He pointed at Dekula and said: "Chikov, you're an idiot! Do you think a majestic man like Mr. Dekula could be gay?"

  Dracula was stunned for half a day, and once again he had the urge to kill, then his hand relaxed, letting his subordinates fall to the ground, with their buttocks just extinguishing the large marijuana cigarette butts on the ground. Then, a hint of roasted meat wafted through the air... He stuttered: "You two, you two." The large group of vampire nobles behind him had already begun rolling up their sleeves, and as soon as Dracula gave the order, Jest and Chekhov would not have left any remains.

  "Ah, sorry, but, Mr. Dracula, as a big shot like you, you need to watch your image, or we might get the wrong idea... The current King of England, maybe four years ago was just slightly drunk and accidentally hugged a dancing girl, and then it became a scandal."

  The two rascals saw Dequla's eyebrows raised, and they were also a little afraid in their hearts, so they smiled fawningly several times and turned to slip away.

  Deacula had already ground his teeth and stretched out his hand, with sharp claws slowly emerging from the tips of his fingers.

  The door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened, and he came out wearing pajamas, holding a towel in his hand and a cigar in his mouth. He casually threw the towel up to block the camera on the corridor, then appeared before Dekula with a 'whoosh', handing him another cigar, and kicked the Marquis on the ground, muttering: "Good heavens, did you guys run into a fire when you went out?"

  Deacula didn't want to bully his subordinate in front of Yi Chen, so he hastily took the cigar and gestured for the subordinates behind him to carry the poor devil into the room. He whispered: "Are you free? Come to my room, I have something to ask you."

  Yi Chen nodded slightly, Jester and Chekhov followed behind him, following the thirteen Grand Dukes of the Philippe family into Dracula's room.

  Four grand dukes stood silently at the door, guarding it. The other eight were busy pouring wine, delivering sofa cushions and so on, serving Dekula with great comfort. Of course, if Yichen and his friends wanted to enjoy these comforts, they had to do it themselves. Within the vampire race, people of the same strength level and title still had a hierarchy, but no matter what their identity was, as humans, Yichen and his friends were not qualified to receive their service.

  Chekhov pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine car and, rolling his eyes, asked the Grand Duke: "This, you don't mind me having a drink, do you?"

  The grand duke haughtily snorted, pulled out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped certain parts of the wine cart that Chekhov's hands had touched. Chekhov let out a full belch, it was unclear whether he was angry or really full.

  Jester yawned, his feet clad in two slippers thudded onto the sofa, and he lay down, pulling out a large hemp to smoke. The eyes of the two nearby Grand Dukes widened, ready to take action. Dracula chuckled, waved his hand, and eight Grand Dukes immediately stood still at each corner of the living room.

  Yi Chen smiled lightly and applauded, saying: "Yes, you are indeed a true nobleman, so majestic, so powerful."

  "Ah? But it's just because I'm the prince's brother. Hmm, you do something for me and I'll give you a good deal." He still couldn't say the word "please" or "help".

  Yi Chen casually puffed out a mouthful of smoke, and smiled as he said: "No need to be polite, no need to be polite, we're friends after all. I'd be happy to help you out."

  "Deacula's eyes rolled around in a circle, muttering to himself: "Hmmm, so good, very simple thing, you go and investigate for me, just in this hotel, are there many Chinese people? Hmmm, what is their background? What brought them to New York? Do they have any connection with the Vatican? Are...are they after us?"

  Yi Chen let out a deep sigh in his heart, who had taught this old man a lesson? No wonder he didn't look well, having run into those old men. Alright, alright, if you ran into the leader of a sect, it would be strange if you didn't get a headache, after all how many sects are there in China's cultivation world? Each sect only has one leader... However, Yi Chen did not know that the one who had truly suffered was that carefree and nonchalant leader of the Xian Yao Sect.

  Yi Chen lightly tapped the desktop: "Oh, is it necessary? With you in charge, do we still need to be afraid of them? Of course, I know that some Chinese people have come to the hotel, and even I know they are from southwest China. Their accent is easy to identify... But what's wrong with them?"

  Deacula didn't want to mention the fact that he was forced to retreat by someone's single sword, although that one sword was indeed astonishingly beautiful and flawless, just like spring water. But this was a humiliating thing after all. He stammered and said: "Uh, I just feel a bit strange, a bit strange, yeah, I found out they have very strong aura, energy reaction, they're not ordinary people, so, I ask you to go investigate for me, even capture one of them to interrogate is fine... Everything is for the safety of my dear Misheru."

  Yi Chen secretly smiled in his heart, nodded repeatedly and agreed to it. Wasn't it just going to Tian Lei Zi's place to hang out for a bit? He told him to tell all the cultivators to pretend not to recognize himself.

  Xiaoyao Zongzhu and Shui Zhēnrén two people in the air for a long time, back and forth piercing each other, did not notice that two F-22 fighter jets had been following behind them, desperately increasing power to try to catch up, but the speed of the two was too fast, didn't see the two points of firelight behind.

  At an airbase near New York, a tense commander is bellowing: "What in the world is it? A UFO? Whatever it is, keep a sharp eye on it. We've already had over a thousand calls from people who claim to have seen it."

  The carefree sect master let out a long sigh, and his innate romantic feelings were stirred up again. He murmured to himself: "Such a beautiful night, such a lovely moonlight, yet we are chasing after a group of demons... what a pity, it's really spoiling the scenery." Sighing, he lightly waved his hand towards the sky, and a thousand-foot-long, five-colored rainbow light flew out from his hand. It swirled around in mid-air, emitting endless brilliance, before suddenly bursting into countless rays of light that slowly descended like rain, illuminating the surrounding landscape with an ethereal beauty, absolutely breathtaking for a moment.

  Shui Zhenren burst out laughing: "The Sect Master is indeed in high spirits..."

  And below, countless disturbed New York residents started frantically calling: "Hello, what's going on? Is it a military experiment or the aurora?"

  About a hundred dark shadows flashed quickly between the buildings below. The carefree sect master and the water true person greeted each other, the sword light on their bodies converged, and they relied solely on their own true yuan power to float and chase after them. Behind, two unlucky F-22 fighter jets lost their target, searched for a while in vain, and returned.

  The elders of the three major families, Wind, Fire, and Mountain, upon hearing that their dispatched ninja squad was almost eaten as food, had a surge in their desire for revenge. They immediately brought out a group of special ninjas to launch a surprise attack, preparing to take revenge on someone. Meanwhile, the elders of the Five Elements Alliance and other major sects were delighted to watch the commotion, secretly following with several skilled hands ready to enjoy the show.

  This group of ninjas searched for a long time between the high-rise buildings, constantly emitting sharp whistling sounds from their bamboo flutes, filled with their own inner strength, completely in a provocative manner. However, Dekura and his men had already returned to the hotel, unaware that these "neighbors" were preparing to strike with great fanfare. As a result, the ninja army did not encounter the main enemy, but instead encountered a large group of reinforcements from the nearby state who had just arrived to support the church.

  37 temple-class deacons, 59 senior deacons, and 103 ordinary deacons. These henchmen of the religious tribunal were regulars at several major churches recently. When they heard that their superior had been ambushed in New York, they were furious and left some people to guard the church while others rushed to New York overnight. A sharp-eyed deacon spotted the ninjas flying over his head and immediately reported it to his leader.

  The leader of the team of divine officials snapped his fingers and released a circle of shockwaves, which spread out in all directions with a faint holy power. All those who possessed holy power nearby sensed his summons and unfolded their bodies, rushing over quickly.

  The steward with a beautiful beard pointed to the distant rooftop and said in a low voice, "Look at their speed and attire, they should be people of the Blood Clan."

  The other deacons looked at him and he nodded: "Alright, we can't let them off, everyone go up together. The blood clan is our enemy, we can't let them off."

  The staff of the gods shouted in unison: "Praise God, my Lord is omnipotent." A stream of white sacred light emerged from their bodies, either thick or thin, and shot towards the rooftop in front of them like countless meteors.

  The ninja army was in an uproar for two or three hours, but they didn't even get a single bat hair. Infuriated, they were about to regroup and head back to the hotel under the leadership of Dragon Mountain's elder when they saw a strange white light emanating from a street nearby, illuminating everything within a radius of 200-300 meters. Then, countless white shooting stars flew towards them. When they were still over 200 meters away from the rooftop, strange white cruciform lights came slashing down on them.

  Longshan Elder, the elder who loves to conquer within the mountain clan, let out a loud roar: "Enemy raid, Eight Gaha, kill...!" He himself drew out that gigantic chopping knife with a weight over ten times that of an ordinary warrior's sword. His figure had already merged into the ground, and then he burst out with countless bricks and stones, a mournful sword wind was emitted from his chopping knife, as if it were a sickle, brutally slashing towards the brightest star in the flowing crowd.

  One night, the ninja army, which had been busy all day, let out a loud roar: "Bakuya, kill!" Over a hundred swords were drawn from their scabbards, and according to their own training methods, they merged into the wind, drilled into the ground, and disappeared. Those ninjas who didn't have the attributes of the five elements nearby to perform stealth techniques, on the other hand, performed their most proud sword skills, countless crescent-shaped sword auras densely slashing past.

  The sword energy and holy light collided, producing a deafening explosion that blew off half of the building's roof. The bodies of the residents inside were torn to pieces, scattering among the bricks and mud. The ninjas who had infiltrated the building emerged with blood-soaked bodies, letting out strange cries as they flashed into view. With their last ounce of strength, they leapt into the air, unleashing the most brilliant slash of their lives.

  This inexplicable battle was quick to start and even quicker to end. The elders of the three families, Wind, Fire, and Mountain, easily slaughtered more than 30 executives, but the ninjas lost over 50 people after taking down a dozen or so enemies. After all, the Temple's people launched a surprise attack, gaining an upper hand. Both sides suffered heavy casualties as soon as they made contact, immediately retreating to regroup before fighting again.

  Xiao Yao Sect Master and Shui Zhenren stared at each other in shock, whispering to each other: "Which side should we help?"

  "Who among them is good and who is bad?" Shui Zhenren shook his head.

  "These, are called ninja... They're the rebel party, that's for sure, we should hit them... But these guys in the back, actually sneak up and attack people from behind, this is despicable, it seems like we should hit them even more... Which one, are we supposed to..."

  The two had not yet finished their conversation when the ninja army had already thrown out countless cross-shaped flying daggers, densely packed like a swarm of locusts, shooting towards those floating in mid-air divine officials. Then they also charged forward bravely. These referees, whose original task was to fight, also drew out their own slender swords and performed beautiful moves to welcome them.

  The ninja army wielded their simple, effective, and violent sword techniques, "Wind Slash", "Draw Sword Slash", and "Residence Slash", gathering all their spiritual energy into the blade's edge to cut down any enemy who couldn't block their sword aura; while the executives' elegant swordsmanship lightly dissolved the opponent's overbearing attacks, often taking advantage of the moment they revealed an opening to deeply pierce the opponent's body with a sharp sword edge.

  "Alright, alright. We can't figure out what's going on with them anyway. Are these ninjas here in New York just to fight and kill each other? As a monk, I don't want to get involved in too much bloodshed. Let them finish their battle, then we'll take care of it."

  The carefree sect master said indifferently: "It's fine, it's best if they all die together... Infinite Heavenly Lord, I shouldn't have said that."

  The two floated in the air for a while, and then flew away with a rainbow of light. However, they didn't notice that at least twenty cameras had been secretly aimed at them from the high-rise buildings nearby, capturing these unbelievable scenes. Immediately after, these amateur photographers added long-range lenses to their cameras and began filming the bloody battle on top of the adjacent building.

  A black cat lay lazily on the rooftop of a large building, its green eyes emitting an eerie glow as it stared intently at the battle between the ninja army and the Templar corps. To everyone's surprise, it spoke in human language: "Strange... our reinforcements, we all know about them... Who are these people? They're actually fighting against the Church... Hmm... Could they be members from mainland Europe? Whatever, just in time to get rid of this bunch of Church scum."

  The black cat's body gradually swelled and transformed into a black-robed black sorcerer, who muttered to himself, waving his fingers in the air with strange magical symbols. A dark green light formed in the air under his gestures, forming an esoteric magic array. The faint green magic ripples spread towards the rooftop of the struggling building... He didn't know that a New York police officer, whose courage was almost shattered, was using his home camera to capture the terrifying scene of him transforming from a cat into a human.

  Those corpses scattered on the ground suddenly swelled up like inflated balloons, and the ninjas' training was far more ruthless. Their reaction was also much faster, seeing something wrong, they immediately jumped high into the air and merged with the wind.

  The attendants were puzzled as to why these strange fellows did not even flinch, and instead jumped up with their swords still lodged in their bodies.

  The leading deacon of the holy temple suddenly felt an evil fluctuation in the air, and he let out a terrified roar: "Wraith witch... Oh God..." The sacred flower on his body surged violently, enveloping him as he rapidly fled. He had just flown less than three meters when the corpses on the ground exploded one after another. Those deacons who failed to escape were destroyed by the powerful explosion force that shattered their protective holy light, and then they were splattered with toxic blood and flesh, quickly turning into a pool of thick blood.

  The flying Saint Temple attendant had both legs melted away, and he let out a miserable cry as his body rapidly fell by over two meters. Dragon Mountain's elder appeared with a strange smile in mid-air, and with a crazed slash of his knife, cut off the Saint Temple attendant's right arm along with half of his shoulder.

  The stubborn temple servant let out a miserable cry, mustered up his last bit of strength, and fled with a trail of light. Long Shan chased after him but couldn't catch up, coldly snorting: "Ba Ga, lucky kid."

  The other elders emerged from the air and looked towards the top of the building where the Lich was.

  The undead warlock bowed slightly, his body trembling as he transformed into a black cat. He let out a few strange cries and ran away with a combination of running and jumping. From the movements of Long Shan and the others, he had already seen that they were not likely to be subordinates of the Dark Council, for people from the council would not have these weird transformations. To avoid trouble, it was better to escape early.

  Yi Chen walked out of Tian Lei and the others' room wearing a pair of slippers, smiling and winking at several familiar friends, then smiled and puffed on his cigar as he went downstairs to his own room.

  Tianlei Zi patted the shoulder of Shuizhen Ren, who had just returned, and said: "Look, look, you still have to come out and move around more, this is how you can gain experience. Those guys aren't bat demons, they're emotional creatures just like humans, haha, there's nothing strange about it."

  The carefree sect master burst out laughing: "At first, I really thought they were demons... But their innate powers are so strong, they don't even need to cultivate and can already fight with us cultivators. How frightening, how frightening!"

  Shui Zhenren shook his head: "Not necessarily, not necessarily. They may have a strong innate talent, but that person is not as good as me, and even more so than the sect leader and Master."

  "Ah, yes, they're living off their innate capital, and the older they get, the more formidable they become. However, talent has its limits, while the Great Way is boundless..."

  The monks in the room nodded slightly and deeply agreed.

  The Sanctum's Executor, who had just arrived at the secret Vatican outpost in New York, suddenly found himself with his head stuck in it. Seven judges rushed out immediately, carrying a ballot box with the Executor inside. Galanti, supporting another deputy judge who had just arrived, also hastily walked out and asked in shock: "Fran, what's going on? You... how did you end up like this?"

  "Lord Galanti, we've been ambushed by the Dark Assembly! A lich wizard and over a hundred Japanese... they must be Japanese ninjas. The deacons of our four churches have all been slaughtered." As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out, mixed with rotting internal organs, his eyes rolled back, and his head heavily hit the ground.

  "Damn the Dark Assembly, they must have found out about our plan... Japanese ninja? Damn it, where did these Japanese ninjas come from? Give me orders, men, gather everyone, the more the better."

  The vice-judge with the beautiful black whiskers next to him hastily held him up: "Galandi, my old friend, you can't be too angry... Take good care of your injuries, the sacred scarab will not let them get away."

  Kalanti nodded sinisterly and whispered in his ear, "My intention is not to let those red-robed high priests join in. If our court can independently obtain the Holy Beetle, His Majesty will be delighted... Why do we need them to share a bit of credit? Lonn, my old friend, what's your take on this?"

  Luonan hesitated for a moment: "This, I'm afraid it's not good, if they ask to join the action, can we just ignore them? Moreover, they are also a powerful force, without them, we really..."

  Kalanti sneered: "What's the big deal? Let them go deal with those vampires and... those Japanese ninjas? Whatever they are, just let the archbishops handle it. We'll sneak up on 'Lunar', get the Holy Beetle, and then head back to the Vatican. Even if New York gets destroyed, that's not our problem."

  Luò nán nodded: "So, okay... Hmph, my intention was to be afraid that the Black Dark Council would find out about the intelligence and make things difficult for us. Your idea is absolutely brilliant, let's do it this way... Those Indians who put on suits don't have the power to confront us."

  The two of them looked at each other and smiled, lightly shaking hands.

  The moon is high in the sky, and the wild moonlight is scattered all over.

  Strange waves of electricity are passing through the air, modern technology has provided a lot of convenience for these creatures that are outside the normal human vision, whether they are in darkness or light.