I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Tonight is destined to be the couple's hunting night!

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London, Euston Road.

Located in a basement near the British Library, the hunchbacked figure of an old lady who looks like she is in her fifties is reflected in front of a dim kerosene lamp.

Although Kardashala looks only in her fifties on the outside, her real age is already in her 120s.

As a child born during World War I, she still retains the habit of lighting kerosene lamps when she had no money to read books.

The prosperous [-]st century does not belong to an old man like her, and what governs her still alive is only the wish in her memory.

Avis Bron, the poet of the eleventh century, created the magic of Kabbalah, and was also an alchemist.

Kadshanla was fortunate enough to browse through the other party's notes on the creation of artificial golems during his lifetime, and she was once amazed.

In the past 120 years so far, she has spent a hundred years basically realizing all the golem and doll techniques in the other party's notes.

The rest is only the 'original human-Adam' in the other party's theory of existence

That requires something like a furnace heart and a perpetual motion machine, which is impossible to appear in the era when modern magic has declined.

Maybe the fairy realm of the underground cemetery in London exists, but she is not qualified to reach there.

With a shriveled wrist, Kadshanla added a spell to the corpse that had just washed and cleaned its internal organs, and picked up some silk threads from magic spiders purchased in Northern Europe, and began to sew up the corpse.

With the convenience of the [-]st century, to find a corpse, you only need to go to the list of burial services to purchase.This is not bad.

Most ordinary people will look for the church when their loved ones die, and then watch the funeral of their loved ones and shed a few tears, and then turn around and live as they want.

It didn't matter whether the body was decomposed or eaten by insects afterwards.

Prepare another one, and she can go and take away the child belonging to the Age of Gods.

In the afternoon, hearing the news that the kid in Phils had died shocked her into a cold sweat, but by now she had no way out.

Cooperating with the guy from the inheritance department forced her to start preparing in advance.

"Really..."

The kerosene lamp in the air blew gently, and Kardashala's cloudy eyes froze.

"Who?"

There are only a few very ancient existences who know this place.

There was no response, and Kardashala only felt an extreme danger coming from behind.The instinct for danger that has survived for nearly 150 years made her subconsciously prepare to activate a certain spell...

However--!

A sliver of darkness extended and enveloped her completely.

Chi!

"You are……"

"hunter!"

The next update is at night.

Chapter 607 Night Death Olga Marie & Lyonis

Pulling out the stick sword in his hand, the person who came turned around expressionlessly and left the room directly.

Kardesanla's body trembled, and a lot of blood spilled down.She staggered to the front of the alchemy table, lowered her head and stared in amazement at the technique that began to spread on her chest, and blood gushed out of her mouth uncontrollably.

An unremarkable blow, but with the most vicious curse spell in Northern Europe, she felt that her flesh and blood were collapsing, and her vitality was being lost at a rapid rate...

From the beginning to the end, she didn't understand why the golem outside the door didn't issue a warning, why she even changed places with the golem just now, but she seemed to be isolated from the world.

She could only look out the door with unwilling eyes.A pair of turbid eyes reflected a spark of light.

In the last consciousness, she only saw an English gentleman walking by the side of the road with a cane, followed by the sound of yelling and getting closer, until it was dark.

About half an hour later, a black car stopped at Diagon Alley on the street.

Olga and Reinis got out of the car first, and looked at the black smoke rising from the apartment in front of the microscopic crowd. The two women looked at each other at the same time, and they both saw each other's surprise.

"This is Kardesanla's puppet workshop..." Reinis frowned and bit her lips. Many guesses had already arisen in the mind of the head of El Mello.

He had just returned from the clock tower and had obtained a contract to arrest Kadsanla, Lapshi and his party, but he caught fire when he turned around.

"Grey, please confirm it!" Reinis said to the ghostly girl behind her.

Whether the other party is dead or absconded... These two different outcomes will also represent their attitudes in the future.

"clear."

Wrapped in a black robe, Gray walked into the burning apartment ahead, hiding among the crowd.

About ten minutes later, Gray returned and truthfully reported his results: "He is dead. The spells and golems at the door to isolate ordinary people have all been destroyed. They are colleagues..."

Peers, that is, magicians.

Reinis frowned and said, "Have you been silenced?"

Olga thought of her own man in her mind for a moment, but she dismissed the suspicion instead.That guy hadn't woken up when she left, and it was impossible for the car at home to catch up, or even be one step ahead.