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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0211_part_05
Chapter 432
chapter 0211 part 5
Black Volcanic Steel Rock refers to volcanic rock with a metal content exceeding seventy percent in the lava.
This rock is extremely hard.
Because there had been incidents of magic out of control in Kamar-Taj, these Volcanic Steel Rocks were carved with secret magic patterns, providing extremely strong defense against various magic arts.
Extremely hard, and very tough black Volcanic Steel Rock was polished into one-meter-square heavy floor tiles and laid on the ground.
Between the floor tiles, there were complex Mortise and Tenon Joints connecting them, making the Courtyard ground a seamless whole.
A metallic luster faintly showed through the gaps between these floor tiles, indicating that metal solution had been poured between the tiles to make the ground even more solid.
A sparking Teleportation Gate appeared in the main Hall of Kamar-Taj. The many Mages cultivating in the Hall were not surprised and continued their closed-eye meditation.
"Master John, long time no see!"
A chubby Ethnic Chinese man stood up and went to greet the white-haired Elder who emerged from the Teleportation Gate.
"Master Wang, is the Master here? A Balrog Lord in New York broke through the Sanctum Defense Line!"
Master John, with white hair and beard, said with a serious face, "I suspect there's a problem with the Sanctum Defense!"
The chubby Master Wang, with a troubled look on his large face, said, "Master John, Ancient One has gone Spiritual Roaming and is not on Earth right now!"
Master John frowned. He knew this. For a period every year, Ancient One was not in Kamar-Taj. The matters in New York Sanctum were not trivial either.
"Master John, how about Master Mordo and I accompany you to take a look? If there is indeed a loophole in the Sanctum Defense, with the strength of the three of us, it should be enough to repair it!"
Hearing Master Wang mention his name, in the main Hall, a stern Middle-aged Man in a gray robe opened his eyes!
"Master John!"
Mordo bowed to John.
"Master Mordo!"
Master John returned a bow, "I'm sorry to trouble the two Masters!"
"It's our duty!"
The night was deep, and the wind and rain were more severe.
London, Dark Council Ancient Castle.
The Dark Council's Ancient Castle, just like the impression its name gives, was dark, oppressive, as if misfortune lurked everywhere. Inside the Ancient Castle built with huge black rocks, there were complex, narrow, and dark Passages like spider silk, leading to Rooms flickering with dim lights.
Everywhere there seemed to be people's whispers, but if you listened carefully, you couldn't hear anything. A cold wind drifted through the Passages.
Norse held his black cat, beside him was Duke Dracula, and the Werewolf Chieftain of the Orc Race. The three sat expressionlessly, sitting upright behind a centuries-old oak long table.
"The Dark Council is ours, and can only be ours. Whether it's Mephisto or other Hell Lords, they should stay in Hell. Why bother coming to the Mortal Realm for such hardship!"
Two balls of dark green soul fire flickered in Norse's eye sockets.
He was a famous Black Wizard since the Middle Ages, having experienced two Crusades and evaded The Church's pursuit.
He had fought life and death battles with Angels descending from Heaven.
Later, due to the aging of his physical body, he switched to cultivating as a Necromancer, and was the strongest Necromancer in the history of the Dark Council.
As the Chairman of the Dark Council, what he sought was strength, the truth between human souls. Demons, what were they?
He had dissected hundreds of Demons. Demons, however, were merely disgusting species from another dimension.
If he truly wanted to devote himself to Hell, he could immediately become a Demon Lord, a High-Rank Demon of the undead type.
What was so good about Hell? Poor hybrids, trying every trick to smuggle into the Mortal Realm, even those Hell Lords.
Led by Norse, seven members of the Dark Council's Committee of Thirteen, along with the Twelve Vampire Clans and the elite orcs of the Orc Race, launched a bloodbath targeting the Councillors who worshipped Demons and Evil Gods.
A pale Middle-aged Man, covered in blood and wearing a tuxedo, walked in and performed a Middle Ages gentleman's bow to the three.
Dracula looked at his direct Marquis, and asked in a deep voice, "Cleaned up!?"
"Family Head, the rebellious Councillors and their churches, their Clans have all been dealt with!"
The Vampire Marquis bowed and stepped forward, placing several things on the council table: a shattered crystal ball, an incomplete bone staff, a Blood Wolf Emblem. Norse's expressions suddenly relaxed, then quickly tensed up. The three exchanged glances and smiled at each other.
"Let's move the Dark Castle first. Mephisto has been here!"
Norse's soul fire flickered under his black robe, his withered and shriveled hand clutching the black cat's neck in his arms.
In the wind and sand,
the massive Dark Castle, like a living being, sank into the ground.
"It wasn't a problem with the Sanctum Defense Line, someone summoned a Demon!"
Master John, Master Wang, and Master Mordo arrived at the location where the Balrog fell.
Magic arts were cast one after another. Seeing the detection results, the three Mages breathed a sigh of relief.
The defense of the Three Sanctums was a Dimensional Defense Line personally set up by the Sorcerer Supreme, reinforced by countless Mages from Kamar-Taj over hundreds of years. If something truly went wrong, honestly, relying on the strength of the three of them to repair it, it would be quite difficult.
"Master Wang! Master goes Spiritual Roaming for a period every year, do you know where she goes?"
After checking and confirming that the Balrog did not break through the Sanctum Defense layer, Master Mordo and Master Wang were invited by Master John to be guests at the New York Sanctum.
Hearing Mordo's question, Master Wang sat in a comfortable large chair, holding a cup of black tea with double milk and double sugar, and kept shaking his head. "Ancient One is profound and unfathomable. How could I possibly guess her actions!"
Master Wang picked up an exquisite small pastry from the small round table beside him and put it in his mouth.
Mordo lowered his head, tasting the black tea in his cup, concealing the trace of resentment that flashed in his eyes.
(end of chapter)
Black Volcanic Steel Rock refers to volcanic rock with a metal content exceeding seventy percent in the lava.
This rock is extremely hard.
Because there had been incidents of magic out of control in Kamar-Taj, these Volcanic Steel Rocks were carved with secret magic patterns, providing extremely strong defense against various magic arts.
Extremely hard, and very tough black Volcanic Steel Rock was polished into one-meter-square heavy floor tiles and laid on the ground.
Between the floor tiles, there were complex Mortise and Tenon Joints connecting them, making the Courtyard ground a seamless whole.
A metallic luster faintly showed through the gaps between these floor tiles, indicating that metal solution had been poured between the tiles to make the ground even more solid.
A sparking Teleportation Gate appeared in the main Hall of Kamar-Taj. The many Mages cultivating in the Hall were not surprised and continued their closed-eye meditation.
"Master John, long time no see!"
A chubby Ethnic Chinese man stood up and went to greet the white-haired Elder who emerged from the Teleportation Gate.
"Master Wang, is the Master here? A Balrog Lord in New York broke through the Sanctum Defense Line!"
Master John, with white hair and beard, said with a serious face, "I suspect there's a problem with the Sanctum Defense!"
The chubby Master Wang, with a troubled look on his large face, said, "Master John, Ancient One has gone Spiritual Roaming and is not on Earth right now!"
Master John frowned. He knew this. For a period every year, Ancient One was not in Kamar-Taj. The matters in New York Sanctum were not trivial either.
"Master John, how about Master Mordo and I accompany you to take a look? If there is indeed a loophole in the Sanctum Defense, with the strength of the three of us, it should be enough to repair it!"
Hearing Master Wang mention his name, in the main Hall, a stern Middle-aged Man in a gray robe opened his eyes!
"Master John!"
Mordo bowed to John.
"Master Mordo!"
Master John returned a bow, "I'm sorry to trouble the two Masters!"
"It's our duty!"
The night was deep, and the wind and rain were more severe.
London, Dark Council Ancient Castle.
The Dark Council's Ancient Castle, just like the impression its name gives, was dark, oppressive, as if misfortune lurked everywhere. Inside the Ancient Castle built with huge black rocks, there were complex, narrow, and dark Passages like spider silk, leading to Rooms flickering with dim lights.
Everywhere there seemed to be people's whispers, but if you listened carefully, you couldn't hear anything. A cold wind drifted through the Passages.
Norse held his black cat, beside him was Duke Dracula, and the Werewolf Chieftain of the Orc Race. The three sat expressionlessly, sitting upright behind a centuries-old oak long table.
"The Dark Council is ours, and can only be ours. Whether it's Mephisto or other Hell Lords, they should stay in Hell. Why bother coming to the Mortal Realm for such hardship!"
Two balls of dark green soul fire flickered in Norse's eye sockets.
He was a famous Black Wizard since the Middle Ages, having experienced two Crusades and evaded The Church's pursuit.
He had fought life and death battles with Angels descending from Heaven.
Later, due to the aging of his physical body, he switched to cultivating as a Necromancer, and was the strongest Necromancer in the history of the Dark Council.
As the Chairman of the Dark Council, what he sought was strength, the truth between human souls. Demons, what were they?
He had dissected hundreds of Demons. Demons, however, were merely disgusting species from another dimension.
If he truly wanted to devote himself to Hell, he could immediately become a Demon Lord, a High-Rank Demon of the undead type.
What was so good about Hell? Poor hybrids, trying every trick to smuggle into the Mortal Realm, even those Hell Lords.
Led by Norse, seven members of the Dark Council's Committee of Thirteen, along with the Twelve Vampire Clans and the elite orcs of the Orc Race, launched a bloodbath targeting the Councillors who worshipped Demons and Evil Gods.
A pale Middle-aged Man, covered in blood and wearing a tuxedo, walked in and performed a Middle Ages gentleman's bow to the three.
Dracula looked at his direct Marquis, and asked in a deep voice, "Cleaned up!?"
"Family Head, the rebellious Councillors and their churches, their Clans have all been dealt with!"
The Vampire Marquis bowed and stepped forward, placing several things on the council table: a shattered crystal ball, an incomplete bone staff, a Blood Wolf Emblem. Norse's expressions suddenly relaxed, then quickly tensed up. The three exchanged glances and smiled at each other.
"Let's move the Dark Castle first. Mephisto has been here!"
Norse's soul fire flickered under his black robe, his withered and shriveled hand clutching the black cat's neck in his arms.
In the wind and sand,
the massive Dark Castle, like a living being, sank into the ground.
"It wasn't a problem with the Sanctum Defense Line, someone summoned a Demon!"
Master John, Master Wang, and Master Mordo arrived at the location where the Balrog fell.
Magic arts were cast one after another. Seeing the detection results, the three Mages breathed a sigh of relief.
The defense of the Three Sanctums was a Dimensional Defense Line personally set up by the Sorcerer Supreme, reinforced by countless Mages from Kamar-Taj over hundreds of years. If something truly went wrong, honestly, relying on the strength of the three of them to repair it, it would be quite difficult.
"Master Wang! Master goes Spiritual Roaming for a period every year, do you know where she goes?"
After checking and confirming that the Balrog did not break through the Sanctum Defense layer, Master Mordo and Master Wang were invited by Master John to be guests at the New York Sanctum.
Hearing Mordo's question, Master Wang sat in a comfortable large chair, holding a cup of black tea with double milk and double sugar, and kept shaking his head. "Ancient One is profound and unfathomable. How could I possibly guess her actions!"
Master Wang picked up an exquisite small pastry from the small round table beside him and put it in his mouth.
Mordo lowered his head, tasting the black tea in his cup, concealing the trace of resentment that flashed in his eyes.
(end of chapter)
