Chapter 1426 The Destruction of the Werther Family

After all, the Werther family will be gone.

The old Patriarch actually knew in his heart that the collapse of the family was almost inevitable. Because even if it is just lost and recovered, they are the only family in this world that still has the inheritance of demon summoning.

When Hai Erbo chose to use the body of a demon to achieve his "great cause", it almost doomed the demise of their Werther family.

After all, who would want to keep the possibility of such a person knowing his own weakness?

Even though, they actually didn't know what so-called "weakness" the devil would have.

"Patriarch, the outside is already surrounded by those living corpses, we... If we don't attack, they may attack!"

A clansman rushed in from the door in a hurry, forgetting to knock on the door. But for these rules that must be followed in the past, the current old Patriarch doesn't care anymore, let alone blame them.

"Let everyone stay still...as long as they haven't moved, we shouldn't move either." The old Patriarch shook his head and said, "Those are just the living dead who have been resurrected after their souls were torn apart, they are nothing to be afraid of... ...just, don't do it, understand?"

"But why?"

Before the wizard finished asking, the old Patriarch glared at him suddenly, which forced him to take the words back. Moment half step.

"Okay, let's go!"

Seeing that the door was gently closed again, the old Patriarch took off his glasses tiredly, rubbed his forehead, and then heaved a long sigh.

He wasn't allowed to take the initiative to attack, so naturally he didn't take chances, hoping that Hai Erbo would let them go because the Werther family was still obedient.

Hai Erbo is by no means the kind of soft-hearted person, absolutely not!

And the reason why he did this was to keep the last bit of hope of the Werther family as much as possible. He had already handed over his two grandsons. As long as the fire can be left behind, the Werther family cannot be regarded as completely extinct. .

As for the person entrusted by the old Patriarch, it was his youngest son, Charlotte's father, Norman Werther.

"Hairbo, you must understand that just relying on those living dead, we can't do anything to my Werther's family. In addition, that kid McLean cut off most of your subordinates... You will definitely come here in person,

is not it? "

He sat behind the large desk, slightly pursed his dry lips, thinking secretly.

"Come on! We can't go anywhere, and we won't go anywhere... My Werther family is waiting for you here, let you have a good time"

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from downstairs. It was the sound of the enchanted wall of the house being knocked down like a child's building blocks.

The old Patriarch knew that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

However, he was not in a hurry. Even after that, there were continuous bangs and wailing sounds from below, but his movements were still unhurried.

I saw him pick up his wand from the side shelf, then gently moved the chair away, and walked to the center of the study.

Then, he turned his wand upside down and flicked it slightly from top to bottom, and the everyday robe he was wearing suddenly changed into an old wizard robe that looked quite simple and simple.

The hexagram array with gold patterns on a black background, goat horns, magic wand, and family crest with a long and narrow blue eye are the only decorations on this black wizard robe.

This is the patriarch's costume passed down from generation to generation in their Werther family, and it has no special effect, it just represents the inheritance of their Werther family, that's all.

After changing his clothes, the old Patriarch opened his legs again and walked towards the door of the study step by step.

A moment later, when he walked down the stairs all the way to the hall, he saw that this place had turned into a purgatory on earth.

"... Witte."

"Everyone in this family is called Werther, Mr. Herbert."

The old Patriarch held a wand, was dressed in a black robe, and his white hair with vicissitudes looked a bit abrupt. Especially, in the hall that was already dyed scarlet everywhere, the contrast was even more striking.

Old Werther stood by the stairs, looking at the tall black figure standing in the center, his eyes seemed to be a little shaken, is that the "demon"? The taboo magic that their family lost several times, what was summoned?

After staring at it for a while, he silently looked away again and scanned the hall.

It seems that Hai Erbo has not slaughtered all the people here, but they have been forced into a corner and trembling, death or immortality is only a matter of Hai Erbo's thought.

"Oh, it's all Werther... so, what's your name?"

"Sir, are you still willing to remember my name?" The old Patriarch tightened the wand in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "That is really an honor."

"Um, no"

But Haierbo didn't even look at him, just shook his red and greasy palm slightly, and said casually:

"I just asked the question... If you want me to remember, you have to show enough strength to make me remember. For example, that magical young man McLean."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the old Patriarch saw Hai Erbo's figure suddenly disappear from his vision. Immediately, a warning sign rose in his heart, and his figure also became illusory for a while.

In the next second, a huge fist suddenly appeared from behind him, passing through his figure with one blow.

But at that moment, the figure of the old Patriarch suddenly turned from real to virtual, and rushed forward like a black-gray ghost for a distance of more than ten feet.

After that, the two of them seemed to exchange positions with each other, and nothing happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Hai Erbo suddenly nodded as if he understood something, looked at the afterimage trail left by the old Patriarch's movement, and said:

"You're going to die."

This inexplicable sentence seems to be stating a fact, which does not contain any provocative meaning.

"Yes, sir."

The old Patriarch didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it, and frankly affirmed Haierbo's statement.

In fact, this is a kind of soul magic that originated from ancient times. At the cost of giving up life, one can transform oneself into a half-empty and half-real soul state.

Haierbo's movements just now were really too fast, despite the fact that the old Patriarch's movements were also very fast, but he actually failed to avoid the former's attack. It was entirely because of this kind of magic that was immune to physical attacks that he left the place unharmed.

It's a pity that this kind of magic, which costs a lot but has little effect, is nothing but tasteless in Haierbo's eyes.

"Obviously, you're not good enough for me to remember your name."