I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

"Sherlock..." A pair of eyes opened from above the dark castle hall.

They scanned the entire hall, and finally focused on the oil lamp that had been extinguished and shattered on the ground.

"It's life lamp went out..."

"What happened?!" someone asked.

"Sherlock... Didn't he go after the fleeing Egyptian cat goddess?" A tattered puppet appeared on a chair in the hall.

This puppet looks like a puppet performed in a circus more than a hundred years ago.

It's just that it's too broken.

Both eye sockets were collapsed by some kind of force, so that the whole head was covered with fine lines like spider webs.

It looks like it could be broken at any time.

The puppet's mouth opened and closed, making a harsh sound: "Isn't that cat's power already exhausted?"

"We also cut off the Egyptian sacrifices to him..."

"Where else can He have any power?!"

All the gods who woke up from their slumber after the aura was revived have only regained a little consciousness so far.

Most of the time, they can only respond to some basic demands. Only after a grand national ceremony can they make a move, but every time they make a move, they will fall into a long period of weakness.

This gives hope to many ambitious people.

The Temple Church is one of them.

Capture a god and devour his all.

Step on his corpse and ascend to the supreme throne.

The Temple Church wasn't the first to have this idea, nor the last.

So, after careful selection, they chose Best, the cat goddess awakened in Egypt.

They were very patient in provoking Egypt's neighbors and quarreling with them.

Provoking infighting among its domestic forces.

Forcing the cat goddess to take action.

After confirming that his divine power was exhausted, before the Egyptians had time to hold a new grand ceremony to restore the goddess's divine power, they took decisive action and successfully snatched away the statues of the cat goddess and other images that their consciousness was pinned on.

Originally, when things got to this point, even if they were half-successful.

Next, they just need to wait patiently, the cat goddess exhausts all her energy and returns to eternal sleep.

A terrible ceremony can be held, and in a wicked way, the goddess can be deprived of everything.

Unfortunately, I thought it was beautiful.

But gods are gods after all.

Just when they thought they were successful, the statues of the cat goddess and others exploded.

The consciousness pinned in it took the opportunity to escape their confinement and bondage.

Then disappeared.

At the time, though, they weren't worried.

Because, despite the consciousness of the cat goddess, she used an unknown secret technique to escape successfully.

but……

Without the sacrifice, without the access to the believers, most of his power and consciousness are still in eternal sleep.

There's no more wind and waves.

Once found, it is impossible to escape.

So, Sherlock, the werewolf lord who is best at tracking in the Temple Society, took the initiative to undertake this task.

However, now, Sherlock's lamp of life suddenly went out.

This means that he is dead.

Who killed him?

Is that cat?

how is this possible!

Could it be that……

There was a cautious look in the puppet's eyes.

At this time, a figure or a monster appeared one after another from the chairs.

Everyone, looking at the oil lamp that fell to the ground and shattered, fell into deep thought.

At this moment, several crows, quacking, circled above the hall.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the crows.

And as the crows circled faster and faster, the countless spider webs above the hall lit up one by one.

Ultimately, the light from these spider webs interweaves to reflect a scene.

It was a valley somewhere deep in the mountains and forests.

Towering trees rose from the ground one by one.

Wooden houses stand beside these big trees.

"It's Wolfsburg!" said the broken puppet softly.

The picture quickly zooms in.

Everyone saw the scene that appeared on the screen.

Giant wolves the size of a calf were biting each other together.

They were frantically biting each other's flesh and blood in the woods.

Their enormous power knocked down the towering trees one by one.

Throughout the valley, the werewolf camp used to be quiet.

It has now become a bloody slaughterhouse of cannibalism and cannibalism.

Even these twelve monsters thought they had already seen a lot.

They were still moved, shocked and terrified by the shocking scene they saw.

"It's a curse!" said a woman's voice, "I'm sure it's the one who killed Sherlock, who used his corpse to perform some evil and terrible forbidden ritual, calling out a powerful The Duke of Hell, at a certain price, formed a curse!"

"Derived from the bloodline!"

"The spellcaster, in terms of soul and blood, is much higher than me!" she said. ,

So all the monsters turned to look at her.

Countless pairs of eyes reflected her appearance.

A young woman wearing a traditional sari and a veil.

One of the Thirteen Earls of the Templar Order, the Cursed Earl Doris.

One of the most outstanding fortune-tellers of the Gypsies.

He is also the master of the Curse School!

"Ma'am..." The broken puppet turned his head squeakly, looked at her, and asked, "Can you infer who cast the spell?"

Doris shook her head gently: "I have never heard of this kind of blood curse..."

Her eyes looked at the reflected picture: "But I speculate that this is a blood curse against Sherlock's bloodline descendants..."

"Judging from the current situation of the werewolf in Wolfsburg... it should have at least one of the two characteristics of depriving intelligence, destroying reason, or both..."

"It is not known yet whether this curse will trace back to Sherlock's relatives..."

"If it's true, then there's a good show to watch..."

Having said that, Dai Lisi's pretty face had some ruddy luster, which made her look even more beautiful.

Sherlock, the werewolf lord of the Temple Society, is the leader of one of the three werewolf clans in Qin Lu.

And it is the supreme leader of the werewolf society, the direct ancestor of all werewolves now - the son of Duke William.

"We may soon be able to see a wonderful game between Duke William and a master of the cursed realm!"

Duke William, more than a werewolf leader.

He is also one of the seven giants in the dark world of Qin Lu.

Even the leader of the Temple Society is a helpless figure!

"Ma'am!" The puppet stood up, looked at Dai Liss, and suddenly asked, "Can you tell us where Sherlock died?"

"Who killed it?"

"No problem!" Doris stood up and saluted with her skirt very ladylike: "I'll prepare the ceremony right away!"

She was also curious as to who dared to kill one of the thirteen earls of the Temple Society, the son of Duke William, the werewolf leader.

This offends the second of the seven giants in the dark world of Qin Lu at the same time!

The courage is really big!

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