book of old days

Albert's Nightmare in Chapter 1 Prologue

escape!run away!Get away from here!At this moment, Albert had only one thought in his mind. He ran down the stairs, walked through the corridor, rushed through the gate, turned around and closed the gate hard, hoping that it would stop the pursuers a little bit, but the next second, the gate In the sound of the explosion, it turned into pieces of wood all over the place.

A cloud of black smoke whizzed out from the door, circling around Albert, Albert waved the saber in his hand in vain, the blade passed through the smoke, but only cut into the air, the opponent seemed to be Playing with him, not in a hurry to make a move.

Albert settled down, and noticed that there seemed to be a human face in the black smoke, and he stabbed out with a sword...

But that face leaned back, hiding away, and the black smoke condensed under that face to form a body, incarnate into the image of a man in black robe.

Albert wanted to stab again, but the opponent raised his hand——

Petrification!A flash of white light flashed, and Albert's body stood there suddenly, like a sculpture.

Levitation!Another flash of white light flashed, and Albert felt his body levitate. The man grabbed his hair, pulled him like a balloon, and walked towards the castle.

When Albert was dragged back to the banquet hall, the massacre here was over.

He saw his family, servants, guards of the manor, and some unknown villagers lying on the ground in disorder, arranged into a pattern of a pentagram by several men in black robes. There were no obvious wounds, but they were undoubtedly dead. The pale faces, empty eyes, and the stench of death in the air all reminded him of this.

Before Albert had time to be sad, he fell to the ground suddenly.

"Isaac, there's another one here." The man in black robe who was dragging him shouted.

The man who had been sitting in the owner's seat, looking at a thick ancient book, shook his head, "No need, the sacrifice is enough."

"The more the better."

Isaac snorted coldly, half as an explanation, half as a lesson, and said: "Summoning from another world is not a barbaric sacrifice of random numbers, but a magic ritual that strives for precision, [77 lives, 77 souls, killing The feast of the feast, the ocean of blood] This is the basic condition for summoning the devil king, and changing it will only bring unnecessary risks."

The man in black shrugged, grabbed Albert's saber, and pierced Albert's back with a sword.

Albert was not dead. He felt severe pain spreading from his chest to his surroundings. The sword missed. These men in black robes may be powerful wizards, but they are obviously not good swordsmen.

But this sword is still deadly, because the blood is continuously flowing out from his body, soaking the carpet under his body, maybe it only takes a few minutes to be fatal, anger, despair, fear, and chaotic emotions filled his chest, but Albert didn't say a word. At this moment, he could only pretend to be dead, and maybe there was even a slight chance of surviving.

Isaac didn't notice that no one was dead, and all his attention was on the mysterious ancient book in his hand.

In order to get this book, he lost most of his men, and even he himself was seriously injured. The old lair that he had been running for a long time was destroyed. Opportunity, but it's all worth it, you can recruit again when your subordinates die, anyway, they are just cannon fodder.

Only power is the eternal truth, and knowledge is the carrier of power. Even if he only understands a little of the content revealed in the book, he has benefited a lot and marveled at the mystery and ancient wisdom of the ancients.

At this moment, he was very convinced that this book would allow him to reach the pinnacle of power, and even become—a god.

There was a sudden throbbing pain in his abdomen, and Isaac held his hand on his stomach, where the wound was still not healed.

'Damn Purifiers, you will pay for what you have done, just wait until I get enough power from this book...'

He glanced at the busy subordinates, and knew that there was not much time to waste. Although these subordinates still showed respect, he knew that it was just an appearance. The previous two failures had severely damaged his authority, and The treasures in their hands made them salivate even more. Dark wizards have no loyalty at all, as long as they show even a little weakness...

He put the worries in his mind behind him, with an unnatural excitement on his face, "Okay, brothers, gather around, let's get started!"

Several men in black robes surrounded him, looking at the old book in his hand fearfully and greedily.

On the old cover, a purple eyeball is slowly turning like a living thing, as if staring at everything around it, and unspeakable strange runes surround the eyeball, which is taboo knowledge that they cannot understand.

"Are we going to start summoning, chief?" A man in black robe asked with some anticipation and anxiety.

"That's right, I've already understood this book. Next, as long as you follow my instructions, everyone will be rewarded."

Isaac opened the book, revealing a lifelike illustration of monsters.

"What we are going to summon is the Devil Lord in the Purgatory Demon Realm. According to the law of the source recorded in the book, after the Devil Lord is summoned, he will grant the summoner three wishes in exchange for freedom..."

A black wizard showed a horrified look, "You want to summon the Devil Lord? Are you crazy, have you forgotten what happened to Keweier and the others? And there are red-haired Sally and evil-eyed Rogel? Devils are hard to control... !"

The man's words elicited a burst of approval.

Another black wizard muttered, "It's better to summon the lamp god than to summon the devil king. Anyway, it's courting death."

"Enough!" Isaac growled angrily, and immediately quieted down several people.

But he knew that a few people were just afraid, not agreeing, this summoning ceremony required at least five people, and he had to convince them.

"We have no time to waste, brothers, the Purifiers are after us, and if we don't want to be burned by the Purifiers like everyone else, we must put all our eggs in one basket! Summoning the Demon Lord is our only chance, and as for the Djinn - that is just It's just a legend, I haven't heard of anyone who successfully summoned the lamp god."

"Don't worry, brothers. This book records in detail the precautions for summoning the Devil Monarch. As long as it acts according to the rules as the legend says, I'm sure enough to send it back to hell."

"My method is very simple. We first make two wishes, and then use the third wish to send it back to hell. He dare not harm us before fulfilling our wish, otherwise he will be trapped in the law and never Liberation, and once he fulfills his third wish, we don't have to worry about it."

This sounds like a really good idea. Several people thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of any flaws, so they couldn't help showing excited expressions.

A dark wizard's eyes flickered, "Then what wish do we want to make? There are five of us, and we only have three wishes—no, two wishes."

"It's very simple. When I make a wish, I will target the five of us. Considering that the devil is not a god, the wish should not be too exaggerated. Let it give us powerful magic and immortal life. With this The power is enough to deal with those purifiers.

And this is just the beginning, once we master the power of this book proficiently, we will become unstoppable! "(At that time, you will have no value of existence) Isaac thought with a sneer in his heart.

Powerful magic and immortal life... Several black wizards exchanged glances with each other, all showing greedy eyes. For black magicians who pursue power, these two are undoubtedly the most intuitive benefits.

Once Isaac's proposal was accepted, several people took action immediately. They began to bloodlet the corpses on the ground one by one. They cut the neck lightly with a knife, and the blood flowed out immediately. Some of them were not dead yet. He struggled convulsively, but this struggle was undoubtedly futile. In the face of the power of magic, the efforts of mortals are so weak.

Albert was lying on the ground, and he could clearly see everything that happened from his angle, but he didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to blink his eyes. For the first time, he discovered that a person's body can flow out so much The liquid couldn't stop flowing no matter how much it flowed, it was bright red at first, then dark red, and finally couldn't tell what color it was, like broken water bags one after another, wantonly throwing out the water in the body.

A guard suddenly jumped up and punched down the wizard who wanted to bleed him. His desire to survive was so strong that he ignored the fact that one leg was broken, and limped madly towards the door. Go, but a black lightning struck him, and the magic instantly tore his body apart. His upper body was blown into fragments of flesh and bones, which were scattered everywhere. The lower body still maintained a running posture, a few steps Then he staggered and fell.

"What a pity." A dark wizard said regretfully. "What if one is missing now?"

"Drag the dead man here."

Albert felt someone grab his ankle, and he was dragged motionless to the edge of the pentagram, closing the gap.

It was probably because he was stabbed in the chest with a sword, and the blood was still flowing. Those black wizards didn't continue to make up the knife on him, so they just left him there.

At this moment, the anger in his heart had disappeared, and all that was left was fear.

The blood pooled into a scarlet lake in the center of the pentagram, and the calm surface of the lake reflected the candlelight of the lamp.

Isaac compared the ancient book in his hand, and began to draw the summoning runes around the pentagram with blood stroke by stroke. His expression was extremely focused, as if a master of painting was completing a work that could be handed down for generations.

And everything in front of me is like a painting, not the kind of landscape painting used to hang on the wall to decorate the room, but the horror painting of the cult faction that can trigger human nightmares.

Finally, when the throat of the last person was cut open, and the last rune was drawn, the five men in black gathered at the five positions of the pentagram.

(End of this chapter)