Chapter 1505 C: Twilight Event (XI)
Chapter 1498 C Twilight Event (XI)
"Midnight, you must help us this time." Jim put his hands on the counter, stared into the black man's eyes and said: "You know how urgent the situation is now! The blood clan is very ambitious this time. The bloody queen Mary and her descendants are wreaking havoc in London. If the magic world was not on the verge of collapse, I would not have come to you."
"Come on, I'm not interested in getting involved in those things." Midnight shrugged and said: "Anyway, my power is still there. If they dare to come, they will only die. As for the magic world, it can only be said that it is their own fault. Why should I save them?"
"But ordinary people in London..."
"The blood clan is not stupid." Midnight put the cleaned cup back on the cup rack and said: "They can't At the same time, we will not go to war with you and ordinary people, but will take advantage of the collapse of the magic world to get rid of the wizards first. Before that, ordinary people are safe. "
Dead Boston was about to speak, but Midnight interrupted him and said, "Don't say that sooner or later it will harm ordinary people in London. I am a black man living in the slave trade period, and the East India Company is the industry of the British royal family. It's time for these slave owners to pay the price for what they have done. "
Several people were silent. They knew that Midnight was a white racist, and he was indeed a real victim of the slave trade, because he was born in the Caribbean in the 18th century, and his ancestors were black slaves sold here by the Spanish.
Jim had heard Constantine talk about Midnight's life experience before. There was no need to talk about the living environment of black people at that time. The two brothers and sisters were always trembling and only wanted to survive. Fortunately, Midnight mastered a lot of voodoo techniques from his hometown. He was smart and good at handling things, so he lived a good life among the local blacks.
But one day, a black man found Midnight and mysteriously asked him to prepare a non-toxic powder. Midnight asked him what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted to poison the white slave owners and wanted to resist the city rulers who kept abusing them.
At that time, Midnight had no hope for this action, and took into account that he and his sister might be retaliated against, and did not want to lose the quiet life that he could barely survive, so he just got some useless materials and prepared some powder to give to the black man.
Sure enough, the action went wrong, and the black people who resisted died tragically, but the black man who sought help from Midnight survived. He led his black companions to Midnight's home, forced him to chop off his sister's head, and told him that as long as the white rulers still exist on this land, all the stable life is just an illusion, and only personal pain can make the oppressed people understand what the meaning of resistance is.
After that, Midnight became a little crazy, and kept chanting some mysterious spells to his sister's skull. People around him thought he had gone crazy because of the stimulation.
Later, he became more and more extreme, using the power of the evil gods in the Caribbean to make more blacks rise up in resistance, constantly creating riots, and constantly killing his own people under the guns of suppressing the riots. The black slaves who suffered large-scale massacres finally felt the so-called personal pain.
Later, the Civil War broke out, and Midnight, who had gained immortality through the power of the contract, did not stand out in this war. In the 1980s, he settled down in the metropolis and opened a bar there, which is now the Midnight Daddy where they are.
Midnight Daddy is the name of the bar, but not the name of Midnight. It’s just that this bar later became an important place for communication in the American magic world, and Midnight will make anyone who dares not to abide by the rules here pay the price, so people began to respect him as Midnight Daddy, or Midnight Godfather.
No one knows where Midnight Daddy’s mysterious and powerful voodoo power comes from, but the several turmoil in the American magic world has not affected this place at all, so when Jim wanted to seek allies, he first thought of Midnight.
Jim put his hands on the table, leaned forward and looked into Midnight's eyes and said, "You know you can't escape forever. London fell, and then Britain and Europe, and eventually the war will spread to the United States."
"Are you threatening me?" Midnight narrowed his eyes and said.
Dead Boston hurriedly grabbed Jim, he took a deep breath, and looked at Midnight and said calmly, "You should understand that humans being enslaved and oppressed by vampires is no different from you and your compatriots being bullied by white slave owners. Do you want your compatriots to return to that dark life again?"
Midnight's fist clenched for a moment, but soon relaxed again. He looked at the dead man and said, "You are a smart man, but I can't help you."
After that, he walked to the back door behind the counter and looked around, then opened the back door to a few people. In an instant, a strong smell of blood drifted over.
"This is my former bartender, Jide. He was murdered when I went to the second floor to get something. Although I didn't see the murderer, judging from the wound on his chest, it should be the flying rats."
"I can't leave here and follow you to London, because once I leave, the Midnight Daddy Bar will fall, and the American magic world will suffer as well."
Bennett got down from the chair next to the bar, looked at Midnight and said, "Can I see the body?"
Midnight made way, Bennett walked over, checked the wound on the chest of the body, and said, "It was indeed done by a vampire. This is a mark left by the claws of blood magic. The person who did it may be a descendant of the Blood Queen Mary... They have actually come to Metropolis?"
"But..." Midnight, who was standing by the door with his arms folded, changed the subject and said, "As a bar owner, I am well-informed. Do you know that Bruce Wayne hosted a variety show to find black diamonds?"
Boston and Jim looked at each other and nodded. Midnight walked back to the counter and sat down, saying, "That rich man is not doing it for love. One of my customers has come into contact with that kind of black diamond, which contains extremely powerful power."
"Some people say that black diamonds are fragments. As long as all the fragments can be collected and the original gems can be restored, the powerful power of destroying the world can be mastered. Many unlucky people in the American magic world who have lost their devil contracts have participated in the search for black diamonds in order to regain their power."
"Do you want us to find black diamonds?" Jim frowned and asked.
"Of course not. You can't run around like headless flies, otherwise London will be even more hopeless." Midnight put his hands on the counter, looked into Jim's eyes and said, "The vampires don't want to mess with ordinary humans now, because they are afraid that modern weapons will cause them mass casualties."
"Then you have to do the opposite, drag ordinary people into the scene, and make the water more and more muddy. Think about it, in a chaotic situation, how can those bloodthirsty monsters bear not to bite off the necks of ordinary people who appear in front of him?"
"You mean..."
"Fake a batch of black diamonds, find a few people you trust to take them, and then release the news from the Forgotten Bar, saying that these people have found the target, and deceive those unlucky magicians who are eager for power, ordinary people who want to get rich, and the media chasing after them."
"Ordinary people don't know the dangers here. They just want to get more black diamonds so that they can exchange them for money from Wayne. You just need to let the bait lead them to run around and walk through every dark corner of London."
"Vampires want to be in this situation If the vampires do not want to face the stubborn resistance of the wizards and the fire of ordinary people at the same time, they must sit down and talk. "
Jim's face became serious, and Midnight seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and said, "Yes, ordinary people will definitely be injured. This is also the purpose of my advice to you. I said that the descendants of slave owners must bleed."
After several people left Midnight Daddy's bar, Jim sighed and said, "Midnight is indeed powerful, but he is indeed a racial hatredist. His method may be effective, but we can't look at the problem completely from his perspective. We have to protect ordinary people as much as possible."
"The first priority now is to find more allies. With more manpower, perhaps this plan will not be so dangerous to implement. Let's go to Maia."
After several people left, Midnight sat in front of the bar for a while, then opened the back door and dragged the body of the bartender Jide to the tree in the backyard, and looked up at the second floor.
He stood there quietly for a while, then slowly walked up the stairs. The door of the guest room on the second floor had been pushed open, and a strong smell of blood came. A figure leaned against the bed, covering his abdomen with his hands.
It was Constantine, who looked haggard.
"I fell into your hands again, old friend, cough cough." Constantine showed a weak bitter smile.
Midnight walked to the bedside, opened the medical kit he had just brought, and began to bandage Constantine, saying, "Your pursuers killed my apprentice, you owe me again."
"How's that damn rat?"
"I burned it to ashes."
"Your skills are still as good as before."
While bandaging the wound on Constantine's waist, Midnight said, "I really hate to cooperate with a second-rate wizard like you, but I'm afraid we must unite this time. That group of damn stinky rats invaded my territory, killed my people, and shouted at me. I will make them wish they were dead or alive."
"That's going to have to wait until I recover from my injuries. Don't use your damn voodoo powder on me. It smells too bad. Give me a cigarette. It's my best painkiller."
Midnight said nothing, but stood up. Before walking out the door, he said, "Stay here honestly. I'll be back soon."
Constantine stared at Midnight's back as he opened the door, slowly narrowed his eyes, and a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes.
After leaving the room, Midnight came to the basement of Midnight Daddy Bar, which was arranged as a mysterious sacrificial place. The cabinets around were filled with various sacrificial items, and under his feet was a huge magic circle.
In the center of the room stood a tall gray-white statue, wearing a burly armor and possessing a pair of huge wings. Midnight walked to the bottom of the statue, half-knelt, put his hands together and chanted a spell.
"Great Lord, did you just summon me?"
And the voice coming from the statue was Azazel's.
"Satan has ordered us to immediately look for the trace of the angel Gabriel. If you have any clues, please tell me through prayer!"
"As you wish, Master, I will leave immediately."
"Very good... By the way, your sister's birthday is in a few days. I don't have time to celebrate with her now, but I can't let her stay alone. Come over and comfort her then."
"Thank you for your kindness, ever-great Master. Your loyal believers will offer you everything you want. Hell will last forever, and Azazel will be glorious forever."