Black Wizard Zhu Peng

After killing the evil demon Rita, Zhu Peng's fierce reputation gradually rose.

He was even named and praised by the throne of the bloodline "Aguliba Mailer", which was a life-saving talisman for his father Zhu Youxi. After undertaking the six-person patrol mission in the jurisdiction of the Iron Fist Academy for maintaining stability, Zhu Peng finally collected enough information after a week with the team. He planned to do a big vote tonight, but was blocked by Akizuki Marina.

This beautiful Japanese girl was also dressed in a jet black leather jacket like Zhu Peng. She was holding a violent shotgun in her gloved hands, and she walked in front of Zhu Peng in the dark night, just like a blooming wild flower. !

"I know that my brother is a person who likes doing things more than spending money."

"Marsanna, the task I chose tonight is too dangerous for you..."

"Brother, I am seventeen years old this year, and he is also at the age of adventurous." With that, Zhennai suddenly stepped forward and raised her feet, exhaling blue in Zhu Peng's somewhat surprised eyes, and she blushed and kissed lightly. He went to the lips of the man in front of him and touched it lightly, but let an electric shock spread between the two. Indeed, it is the age of adventurous.

"I want to... take risks with you, brother, and do something exciting and interesting together."

"..."

He took out the small golden pocket watch from his arms and checked the time, then Zhu Peng shook his head and finally walked out of the mansion with Zhennai. In the pale light of the night, a strong and sturdy young man was already standing beside the carriage, wearing a weapon Be prepared.

The coachman Ma Zhe, who can be admired by Zhu Peng, is also a bold and cautious man. When he saw Zhu Peng appear together with Jinnai holding a gun, he was obviously taken aback.

"Master, why does the young lady..."

"I don't know how she discovered it. Time is tight, let her follow." With words, Zhu Peng took Zhennai on the carriage together, at 12:28 midnight, on the second floor of an underground tavern, Zhu Peng sneaked in with Jinnai.

Frankly speaking, Zhennai's strength is really not inferior to Zhu Peng's originally selected assistant Ma Zhe. There are spear and practical courses in the academy. In addition to ordinary physical skills, Jinnai is excellent in other subjects. She has The rich theoretical foundation and delicate and keen insight are just that Ma Zhe, as a man, holds a high salary and willingly sells his life for money, while Zhennai strongly wants to participate in the action because of his feelings for Zhu Peng. If she was injured or even killed in battle, she would undoubtedly make herself an elder brother unacceptable.

Therefore, she only planned to let her participate in the first half of this operation, and Zhu Peng had no intention of letting Zhennai participate in the most dangerous middle and latter part.

Zhenna carried a gun and added a blasting technique to herself. After running for two steps, she was supported by Zhu Peng's hands. She leaped to the second floor like a girl with the worst physical performance. When she turned around and wanted to pull Zhu Peng, Only found that he was already standing beside him.

"Although your mood is understandable, you really don't care about me. The most difficult task for me is not to complete it, but to find it. As long as I find it, there will be nothing left." Peng's right hand palm burned with a dark red flame-like vindictive energy. He pressed it on the glass, and the dirty glass melted quickly and silently.

Zhu Pengyi easily got in, and then he hugged Zhennai in.

There was a stench in the dirty air in the room. Zhu Peng glanced around, and then immediately covered Jinna’s mouth beside him. After a while, when Jinna’s eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, After seeing the layout of the surroundings, Zhu Peng could clearly feel the girl's whole body froze. She gasped extremely violently. After a long time, she patted the back of her brother's hand, indicating that she would not scream.

Even though Zhennai accompanied Zhu Peng out to find excitement tonight, she was mentally prepared in advance, but when she really saw everything in the room, she still couldn't help the nausea and fear after all, because the room before her Like a shrinking slaughterhouse, human corpses are placed everywhere, full of blood. And most of the corpses were babies, children, and teenagers. They were extremely cruelly cut into different sizes with a meat cutter. The internal organs, facial features, etc. were placed on different wooden tables around them.

The four walls are covered with a thick layer of leather. If this layer of leather appears anywhere else, Zhennai can comfort herself by saying that it is animal skin. However, when these peculiar leathers appear in this strange and terrifying room in front of them, then Where the leather comes from is already ready to show.

Not only that, there are also many beautiful girls’ heads hung on the walls on all sides. They are made into antiseptic animal heads and arranged in the room like ornaments. Most of them are white and yellow girls. A few are the heads of black girls.

"Brother, who the **** is... who is so frantic? Which evil dark wizard, necromancer?" Zhennai held the gun in her hand tightly, her heart mixed with strong anger and fear into a strange emotion, which made her feel A strong desire to kill* hope.

"It's Death Eaters, a kind of black magic believer similar to the abyss believers. They believe in death, torture and violence. In fact, the orthodox black wizards will not do such things. They will not waste experiments at will. The Death Eaters are mortals without spiritual power qualifications. Through worshiping black magic, they gain some lowly powers. The most important thing is to satisfy their deformed spiritual needs... They themselves are not willing to gain real power. Risking their lives, self-discipline and enduring hardship, so through cruelty to weak people, they imagine that they have become powerful black wizards, but in fact they are just imitating appearances. Any black wizard with a normal mental state will not go. He even eats corpse meat, drinks corpse blood, and engages in inexplicable self-adoration." In the end, Zhu Peng concluded: "...a group of disgusting poor bugs."

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In the secret room with excellent sound insulation, the Ignatius and his wife are concocting their "prey" for the great master. It is a lovely girl of fifteen or sixteen with beautiful blond wavy hair and fair and smooth skin, even though Yige As the owners of the underground tavern, the Nas can hunt with hallucinogens from time to time, but beautiful girls like this are not easy to do.

The vast majority of Death Eaters dealt with the weak, dirty, and wandering survivors who were full of various diseases. However, such worship is undoubtedly a perfunctory and deceit to the great master.

Fanatics like the Ignace couple, the necromantic works they have completed, such as the Holy Grail of Bone, the Book of Human Skin, and the Robe of Blood Bath, these perfect creations are admired even by great masters. This gave them a younger body, a more perfect appearance, and even after the master entered the highest place, it would also give them glorious eternal life.

In the **** secret room, Igna violently shook his body behind the restrained beautiful person. Anyway, he was going to be shredded, and of course he had to make himself happy before shattering.

And Ignat’s wife, the warm and kind red-haired aunt in the underground tavern, is holding a barbed whip, a soldering iron, and a metal steel needle at this moment. She uses these tools skillfully, crying in her golden curly hair. The girl is showing her craft.

"Eat...you little bitch, I will let you eat it."

Cut off the girl's left hand, roasted her wrist half-cooked with a red soldering iron, and then forced the girl to bite her wrist with terrible torture, and even more cruel torture was imposed if she didn't like it.

Normally, ordinary people have suffered from such terrible torture and intense pain, and their consciousness has collapsed and gone crazy. However, the masters behind the Igna couple really taught their two fanatics some useful knowledge, and they deployed to force people to wake up. The potion of horror can even use terrible sorcery to forcibly supplement the victim's physical stamina, and eventually make the victim die in the strongest despair and pain, and even the soul must be bound in a dead body full of resentment.

"Tight, really tight, cool...hahahaha, it's so cool."

Behind the beautiful body that crazily shrank from pain, Igna, a rude and strong white man, shot out his dirty body fluids. And his wife’s red-haired short, fat girl didn’t care at all. In the eyes of this lunatic who had already plunged his soul into the abyss of endless darkness, his husband was nothing but a companion who injected evil energy into the “container”, except for the master. , Except for her glorious and beautiful future, she just doesn't care about anything now.

However, she suddenly saw her husband’s face that was distorted by the mixture of panic and pleasure. The red-haired fat woman turned her head vigilantly, and was hit by Zhu Peng's ugly face like a wild boar. Zhi simply knocked out.

Suddenly stepped forward, as if shrinking into an inch, Zhu Peng appeared behind Igna, pulled the middle-aged man’s hair, and slammed it against the wall. Ignat’s head was bloody. Bounced back to the ground, the next moment, the young man with black hair and black eyes sneered and stepped on his lower body with a sneer. The filthy white and red blood spread, and the fierce beast-like howl echoed in the soundproofed secret. indoor.

"I can guarantee that compared to the torture you will endure next, you will feel that the torture you have committed before is as simple as a child playing at a house... and death is only the beginning of your pain. I will bind your soul and put it in the flames to burn it for a thousand years.” The turbid brain due to severe pain prevented Ignat from understanding the meaning of the cold words spit out by the man before him.

If he really knew and fully understood his situation, he would definitely kill himself in the first place.

It is a pity that Ignat was fainted by Zhu Peng's punch in the next instant. When the white man was awakened by cold water again, he found that he and his ugly wife were firmly tied to the chair, the soldering iron and steel needle were burnt red, and the thorn whip had been soaked in salt water. , The black-haired man with black eyes in front of Ignat was obviously ready for everything.

It was twelve forty-eight minutes at midnight, the moment Igna was awakened by cold water and opened his eyes.

Zhu Peng suddenly took out a revolver and shot his fat wife directly in front of him. Blood and brain plasma splashed on the white man's cheeks and chest, directly bringing the greatest psychological pressure to him.

Once a woman, a seemingly weak creature, becomes obsessed with craziness, her mental resilience is actually more terrifying and tougher than an average man. The man in front of him also knows to enjoy beauty, which shows that he still has considerable self-consciousness and real enjoyment spirit. Completely immersed in the crazy worship of black witchcraft, the spiritual defense of this type of Death Eater is relatively better to break through.

A shot broke Ignat's wife. Because of the pre-set "soul trap" spell, accompanied by a purple brilliance, the red-haired fat woman's soul was bound in the soul crystal on Zhu Peng's body.

Although it is only a soul that is not in the ranks, the human soul is inherently more powerful and alive than the souls of other life forms of the same rank. What's more, this soul contains extreme and madness. It is entangled by a large number of evil spirits and negative energy. For the professional school of soul witchcraft as the core, this rare "soul of evil" "But it is quite valuable.

If it were in a plane world where there were real gods, this woman might be a mad believer of a certain evil god, and could be called a precious soul resource.

Pulling one of Igna’s collars and pressing it in the brown and smelly toilet, when he was half full and about to drown, Zhu Peng raised him to the toilet and asked: "What did you eat this morning? ?"

"...Huh?" Ignat gasped violently and suddenly heard this question. The next moment, his head was pressed into the toilet again.

A moment later, before he was drowning, Zhu Peng pulled his head out again and asked, "Is the water in the toilet good?"

"taste not good."

"The girl just now, who was the first kidnapped by you?"

"...Uh, it's..." Puff, Ignatius may be recalling or conceiving a quibble word, so he was pushed back into the toilet by the man behind him to see that there was not much water in it, Zhu Peng pressed the flush button once, worried that there was not enough for him to drink.

After several rounds of this, after confirming that the white man's brain was hypoxic, he was already a little confused. Zhu Peng took him out of the toilet again and threw it back on the chair. The barbed whip was covered with salt water, the red soldering iron and the steel needle. He mixed the information he wanted to know into other complicated and confusing questions and asked repeatedly, but as long as Ignat answered a little slower, a hot red steel needle would run deep into the gap in his nails. You have to get in, if you give different answers to the same question, it will be a storm of whipping.

Based on Zhu Peng's understanding of the human body, he doesn't need any messy medicine, which directly stimulates his potential, allowing Igna to maintain the most mental state, the most sensitive touch, and enjoy the most cruel and terrifying punishment.

Midnight, one ten minutes.

Ignat’s mental defense line, which is almost completely inhuman, collapsed completely. Zhu Peng asked what he answered. At this moment, all of the man’s mental will was used to search his own memory under the torture. At this time, he was really super super. The memory superman who played well, even remembered what color underwear he was wearing when he was eight years old when he was a child, and confided it to Zhu Peng, although Zhu Peng had no interest in knowing this.

"What time is the Black Mass?"

"...One twenty-eight."

"What do you need to prove your identity as a Death Eater?"

"...Fresh... flesh and blood."

"What level of wizard is your master currently?"

"......"

This time Ignatius spent more time thinking about it than he faced any other problems. Either he really didn’t know it, or Zhu Peng’s problem reactivated Ignat’s fear of his master. However, when Zhu Peng frowned slightly, Igna, who was so weak that he had already rolled his eyes because of violent brain use and torture, suddenly spoke:

"The master said, one step away, he will be immortal... The great master will also bestow immortality on the most devout believers~www.readwn.com~ It is impossible to be a Tier 4 promotion to Tier 5 Transcendent... The wizards of that level disdain. Yu confuses mortals to become Death Eaters.) Thinking in his heart, Zhu Peng stretched out his palm and pressed Ignat’s head. To be on the safe side, he finally launched the "Trajectory of Destiny". Hei Witch Dan hurts, playing a black mass, then this matter is completely beyond Zhu Peng's scope at the moment, although it is intellectually improbable, but after all, I still have to look at it for myself.

As the power in Zhu Peng's palm spread, Igna's brain began to rattle, and finally it slammed. The man's brain was crushed by Zhu Peng like a watermelon. Under the influence of the trap, when the purple soul was bound to the soul crystal on Zhu Peng's ring, using Igna's brains as the medium, large fragments of memory also slid frantically across Zhu Peng's eyes. Of course, because of the guidance of the words, most of the content contains various pictures and information about the black mass assembly:

Dark carriages, gloomy tombs, sorcerers in **** robes holding up their wands from the bone throne, whispering ghosts around, delicious sacrament of bones, and even a skeletal structure that resembles a dragon...

"Brother, come and take a look, that girl... she's out of breath."

Zhenna ran out of the room on the other side, and Zhu Peng frowned and brushed off the brain stains on his hands. From the memory of the dead man, Zhu Peng could roughly determine two things:

The strength of that necromancer is not weak;

That necromancer is definitely not a demigod.

If it is a demigod rank, it will never use magical equipment made from ordinary human bones, at least not until the quantitative change reaches the qualitative change.

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