Magicparty（5）

  The Mayflower had opened the floodgates of European migration to North America, and a year and two months after its arrival, on a certain night, a medium-sized three-masted sailing ship was struggling to make its way across the turbulent sea with over 200 passengers. This sailboat has no record in history, but the passengers on it are exactly the standard ancestors of the pioneers who founded America: robbers, vagrants, bankrupt small businessmen, and exiled prisoners. In Europe, these social outcasts later became the elite of a rising new nation.

  The sideways water flow crashed against the hull of the sailboat, and the half-opened sails made the ropes emit a "creaking" sound in the strong sideways wind. The hull emerged from the waves, shaking violently.

  The passengers crouched cautiously inside the cabin, praying frantically in their hearts. These wonderful people had made up for all the prayers they owed from the first half of their lives in one go today. God must be delighted! Only one person, a middle-aged man with a thick beard and wearing a black robe, grasped the cabin door tightly with his left hand and looked out to see something.

  A bolt of lightning struck down, on the mast of the ship, a dozen or so spherical lightning balls were moving around with a "crackling" sound, looking like ghosts.

  A sailor with a rope tied around his waist came over with difficulty, yelling: "Damn it, get back to the cabin, don't waste our time taking care of you, who do you think you are? A noble?"

  The man in black revealed a strange smile: "I have the title of Earl, sir."

  The sailor was taken aback, let out a loud "hiss", and climbed towards the second mast of the ship. Following the captain's orders, he chopped off the rope with an axe, causing the sail to come crashing down with a loud "whoosh".

  The man in black took advantage of another flash of lightning to look out at the sea ahead, where a faint line of dark shapes was appearing on the horizon. He muttered to himself: "Oh? Are we almost there? The wild new continent? A land full of gold and wonders? I hope those people won't think of this place... but can these sailors keep a secret? Of course not - for one piece of gold, they'd sell me out 100 times. I don't have the value of Christ's life; his life was worth at least a bag of silver coins."

  The man in black glanced strangely at the passengers inside the cabin, immediately turned his head to look towards the land ahead, and whispered to himself: "Probably, there's still a distance of about ten miles? In this kind of weather, ordinary people can't possibly survive ashore, right?"

  The man in black changed his expression several times, and finally nodded slightly: "I shouldn't be able to survive, right? Ten miles, my strength, can I hold on for ten more miles? Should be okay... maybe, should be okay."

  His heart skipped a beat, and with a fierce determination, he stomped his foot and let out a loud roar towards the dark sky. A faint, holy white light enveloped him, as if a shooting star had burst forth into the air. The sailors on deck, who were struggling to secure their belongings, fell to their knees in terror, muttering prayers under their breath. A massive cross-shaped beam of sacred light shot out from the meteor, slicing through the bow of the sailboat and reducing it to splinters.

  The meteor transformed by the man in black, with the help of the 'Holy Light Cross Sword', accelerated its speed by threefold towards the North American continent. Meanwhile, the poor sailboat was hit by a strong gust of wind and waves, and a large amount of seawater poured into the hole with a diameter of over five meters. The sailboat had no time to struggle and was overturned by the storm, then broken into pieces.

  A white meteor streaked across the waves, and the injuries he sustained while fleeing Rome began to act up again. The man in black struggled to hold on, and when he was only about 50 meters from the shore, a thick bolt of lightning struck him in the waist. The white meteor sank down and crashed into the sea.

  The storm raged through the night, and by dawn, it seemed that even the waves were exhausted, sneaking back to their homes to rest. Countless debris was washed up onto the beach by the waves: wooden barrels, planks, tattered cloth, all sorts of utensils, and the largest piece of trash of all - humans.

  A wisp of thin white mist entwined on the beach, the waves that were so wildly raging last night had now become gentle as if they were small dogs, lightly licking everything on the beach with their white foamy tongues. A few large deer cautiously walked out from the woods on the shore, looked around with their big heads, and then lightly and happily jumped to the seaside, their moist tongues lightly licking up the salt on the beach.

  Pieces of broken wooden planks from the sailboat were washed up, and judging by their appearance, at least three other sailboats had met with disaster in the storm besides that nameless one.

  A dozen or so Indians with red and white stripes on their bodies emerged from the woods. They were accustomed to strolling around the beach after a storm, seeing if they could pick up anything useful, and often their gains did not disappoint them.

  The large deer heard the footsteps and quickly ran away one by one. Several Indians were caught off guard, and their spears had just been thrown out, but they narrowly missed piercing the tail of a large deer. The several Indians burst into laughter, "Hehehe", while the ones who threw the spears shook their heads in dismay, laughed a few times, and walked towards the spears stuck in the sand. Meanwhile, others began searching around and happily picked up items such as pipes, teacups, and spoons.

  A few people who were holding spears suddenly cried out in terror, and several others hastily gripped their weapons tightly and rushed over. A man in black clothes, with tattered clothing and hair and beard covered in sand grains, was swaying back and forth as he stood up from a large pile of seaweed and other trash, scanning his body up and down before bursting into manic laughter.

  The Indians stared blankly at the guy and asked him in their newly learned, half-baked English: "Sir, are you... okay?"

  The man in black ignored their inquiries, instead opening his tightly clenched left hand towards the direction of the rising sun. A crystal clear, golden light-emitting object lay in his palm. The Indians curiously approached him, and a strong white energy burst forth from the man's hand, sweeping across their necks. Seven or eight heads flew off, amidst wails of agony, while several others had their necks ripped open with a huge gash, collapsing to the ground.

  The man in black exhausted his last bit of strength, struck a fatal blow, looked around nervously, gripped his left hand tightly, and stumbled towards the nearby woods.

  After a long time, an Indian who had been knocked to the ground groaned and got up, crawling with difficulty towards his tribe's camp. The black man's last blow had left him without any strength, and after cutting his companion's throat, he was unable to finish him off. This lucky guy crawled with difficulty...

  Early in the morning, Yi Chen was awakened by the noise outside. Many people were shouting and making a ruckus very close to the hotel. Yi Chen's heart skipped a beat as he thought that this hotel had become a hub for the three forces to gather, who knows if it would lead to a head-on collision between the two sides? Yi Chen quickly jumped up and rushed out of his room. Behind him, Fei Li pulled back the quilt that had been thrown off, complaining in a low voice: "Let them fight to the death, boss, why bother?"

  Yi Chen rushed outside and found that more than a dozen hotel staff were gathered in front of Michelle's room, while Deacula and several vampires stood guard at the door. Deacula was almost baring his fangs, shouting wildly: "How our darling Michelle likes to play is her business, you have no right to interfere."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow, looking through the wide open door into the living room. On the balcony, Mei Xue was standing on the railing, jumping up and down while shouting: "Wow, the weather is so good! You can see really far! Hehe, I wonder what it would be like to jump off!"

  Yi Chen almost fainted, no wonder the hotel staff were so tense. Mei Xue Er is simply a little devil... As for De Kula and others, maybe the hotel will file a complaint with the New York police department, accusing them of child abuse and intentionally driving a young girl to suicide.

  A loud, hearty laugh rang out: "Haha, what a cute little girl! Haha... Hmm? What are these people surrounding her for? She likes to play on top, what's the relationship with these guys?" Yi Chen turned his head back, Tian Lei Zi rubbed his belly, and stood by with three beast spirits watching the commotion.

  "Ah, yes, you also find these people too boring, don't you?" he said in a deep voice, using perfectly standard Mandarin.

  Tian Lei Zi nodded repeatedly: "Right, this old man's, anyway you bat demons aren't afraid of falling to death..." Tian Lei Zi's mouth had always been impolite, bluntly pointing out the identities of Dracula and his companions.

  Deacula's face changed, and he growled in a low voice: "Don't treat us like those damned inferior creatures, got it? Old fart."

  Tianlei Zi burst out laughing: "This, let me ask you first, who's older, you or I? As for me, this year... hmm, I'm probably around 400 years old. How about you?"

  Deacula was stunned and muttered to himself, "It seems I've scolded the wrong person. But how can humans, if not older than me, possibly have even a bit more power than me?"

  Yi Chen leaned weakly against the wall, having entrusted his instructions to Tian Lei Zi not to provoke De Kula and others. However, Tian Lei Zi was clearly a troublemaker who feared that the world would be too peaceful, so it was unlikely that he wanted the Xuan Jia and Wu Xing sects' cultivators and the Dark Assembly to fight each other. But... Yi Chen's mind suddenly surged with another thought: "Damn it, why can't the cultivators and the Dark Assembly join forces? Damn..."

  Let Yi Chen go crazy over there, at this moment the New York police department, their boss has signed a resignation letter with trembling hands, muttering: "Oh God, I'm not doing this job anymore, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy... This world is crazy..."

  Three senior police officers looked at their superior, who was on the verge of collapse, and asked helplessly: "Director, the eyewitnesses outside are about to go crazy, including one of our own police officers. How do we handle this?"

  The director stared blankly at them, revealing a strange smile: "I've already resigned, I don't care about these things anymore. If there were just over ten eyewitnesses, we could silence them and throw all the materials into the trash heap. But this time, there are thousands of eyewitnesses, I'm helpless, let New York City Hall handle it."

  The door to his office was roughly pushed open, and three men in black suits and sunglasses walked in, saying in a cold tone: "No, dear Director, your resignation letter has been rejected. You don't need to send it up... You must stick to your post, understand? In this extraordinary time, we need someone with experience to assist us... Of course, at the same time, your office building has been requisitioned by us."

  The tallest policeman stepped forward, his right hand slowly reaching for his gun, bellowing at the three men in black: "What are you? What do you want to come here for? Occupying our building? Do you think you're Maninbck or something? Damn it... Oh..."

  The man in black in the middle threw a punch at his stomach, and the nearly two-meter-tall police officer suddenly let out a dry heave and fainted to the ground. The man who punched him smiled: "We are from the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Ultra-Secret Events Division, maybe... we are Maninbck." The three men in black smiled at the other three people in the office who were staring blankly: "Our authority guarantees that we can do whatever is necessary, so... just follow our orders. OK? Gentlemen, you should get to work."

  The man in black in the center raised a finger, whispered softly and said: "First of all, let those bastards outside shut up. Of course, we need to take some special measures, dear sir, give us a huge hall, okay? Our hypnotist can make them completely forget everything."

  It was as if he had been hypnotized, the director who held the resignation letter in his hand tore it to pieces, and the other two police officers walked out with big strides, shouting: "Damn you, what are you doing with the transcript? Alright, gentlemen and ladies, we will give you an explanation for everything you have seen. Come on, come on, yes, go to the underground garage, there is all the answer."

  A dozen or so men in black suits immediately followed the two police officers, and after the witnesses who reported the case left, a large number of men in black suits flooded into the office building of the New York Police Department, setting up strange instruments and driving out the police officers like cattle, leaving only high-ranking police officers to "cooperate" with their work.

  Tianlei Zi, with a smile, clinked glasses with Delacroix in the midst of Yichun's stunned gaze. The two downed their drinks in one gulp. Seeing that everyone had left the hotel, Misha suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly: "I want to go shopping! I want to go shopping... Sabiha, Kuru... Ah, yes, Yi, Jester, Chekhov, all of you come with me to go shopping!"

  Yi Chen helplessly shrugged his shoulders, De Qula smiled and cast a threatening glance at Yi Chen. Yi Chen nodded and yawned: "Okay, big sister, I'll go change clothes now... You two, take your time talking, of course, I don't know the two of you."

  Mishelle let out a cheer and pounced on Yichun's body, pounding his head as if riding a horse, forcing him to walk out. Sabia and Kuru showed relieved eyes, carefully following behind Yichun more than five meters away.

  Deacula waved his hand and the door of his room closed. He then said in a low voice to Tianlei, "Now you can say what brings you here?"

  Tianlei Zi nodded and said with a smile: "We're looking for trouble with those bastards upstairs, but we don't want to have any conflict with you. To be frank, there are so many of your people, our top masters can take down these thirteen strongest ones of yours, but our disciples might not be able to handle your subordinates, so when we make a move, don't misunderstand."

  Deacula furrowed his brow, gently stroking his grey-white hair, nodded and said in a low voice: "Ah, so it was those Japanese people? Hmm, the ones I attacked that day were also their people, right? That thing called ninja... You... Do you have a young man wearing a large cloth robe among your people?"

  "Ah, well, we have a lot of young people among us, of course, compared to you... Hahaha..."

  Deacula glared at Tenrai with a fierce gaze and said in a harsh tone, "So, that guy, the one who fought me, is he one of yours?"

  Tian Lei Zi said bluntly, "If he gets serious, you're no match for him. At most, you can only tie with me, but he... the strength of the leader of the Carefree Sect far surpasses that of old Daoist like me."

  Deacula was taken aback for a moment, shook his head and said: "What kind of creature are you guys? Are you high-level non-human beings like us?"

  Tian Lei was stunned for half a day, how could this be explained?

  In the heart of Manhattan, a black building resembling a high tower stacked layer by layer. At the top of the building, an enormous curved crescent moon logo is embedded. The building is surrounded by about 100 meters wide green space, with a 10-meter-high iron fence on the side.

  A black Lincoln slowly drove into the iron net, stopping at the entrance of the building. A middle-aged man with tanned skin, wearing a brown suit and having weirdly thick and scattered hair, got out of the car with several young people who were also dressed in similarly strange decorations. He flashed a badge made of a skull on his hand. The iron gate at the entrance automatically slid open lightly, and the middle-aged man led the group inside. The gate closed lightly immediately afterwards.

  Inside the gate, in the great hall, more than thirty young people with light brown skin stood in a semicircle, holding various automatic weapons. When they saw the middle-aged man enter, they immediately bowed their heads respectfully and said: "Welcome, Habina priest." The priest nodded and said in a low voice: "Be careful, be careful... I have had some bad premonitions recently, scarlet blood is approaching our tribe, be careful, brave warriors."

  These young people nodded silently, tightly grasping the weapons in their hands.

  In the high-rise building across from the tower, Galanti put down the binoculars in his hand and hummed: "Luo Nan, my old friend, these damned Indians... I don't feel any power inside the building that can threaten us, how about you?

  Luonan glared at Galanti: "Galanti, have you forgotten? The sacred beetle can conceal all energy auras within 500 meters of it. We can't sense anything inside that building."

  Kalanti slapped his forehead: "Oh God, I was careless... Of course, Luo Nan, your understanding of the sacred scarab is much more than mine. This, I know it's priceless, but can you tell me what it has..."

  "Shh, Galanti," Ronan said hastily, "His Holiness the Pope wouldn't be pleased you asked that. Of course, it's said to be a little beetle once blessed by Christ himself, oh who knows? Anyway, it has infinite power."

  Kalanti's eyes lit up: "Power?"

  Luò Nán smiled lightly: "Power! Power is authority."

  Kalanti muttered in a low voice: "No wonder Your Majesty wants to find it back so urgently... Hmm, our actions need to be accelerated. I feel that New York has been very uneasy recently, and several inexplicable forces seem to have joined in."

  Luò Nán furrowed his brow: "My premonition, not a very auspicious kind of premonition. Hmm, 'Luo Yue', the most powerful tribe among the Indians, what kind of strength can they still possess now?"

  Misty grabbed Yichen's ear and climbed directly onto Feili's bed, slapping her face and shouting: "Feili sister, get up! We're going shopping... Hehe."

  Fēi lì meng suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she and Mì xuě er became a mess, the two of them laughing and making trouble, completely disregarding Yì chén's face which was getting increasingly bitter.

  Upstairs, the residence of Chrysanthemum and others, Longshan elder was loudly shouting: "The Vatican? We must have encountered people from the Vatican, they are not very powerful, our Japanese Empire warriors can definitely eliminate them. Yamaguchi Moku has gone back, we just happen to replace them to teach the Vatican a lesson... Haha..."

  The other elders nodded with satisfaction, after all, from the comparison last night, their warriors still had a great advantage.

  Of course, there was still an elder with a clear head who spoke up: "Then, should we gather more manpower?"

  All the elders nodded slightly, but after all, which faction's manpower to gather over became their problem again.