Chapter 142: Witchcraft

  "It's no wonder that you invented the drama." The blonde woman smiled, took out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears in her eyes, looking at the Minotaur said: "I'm glad to meet such a talented person, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would hardly believe that such a beautiful and sad story came from the mouth of a Minotaur. I am Pasha, the leader of the Moonlight Opera Troupe."

  "I'm just saying what I know in my head, nothing special." The Minotaur said: "If you really want to say something, it's just that my memory is better. Thank you for coming to perform at Thunder Cliff, if possible, please come and perform a few more days at Thunder Cliff, this new form of performance is not common in Elan, the more citizens can see it the better."

  The Minotaur chatted with Monroe for a bit, then stood up and politely excused himself. As for art, the Minotaur didn't know much, and if he continued to chat, his ignorance would be exposed. Even his previous comment on opera was just casual nonsense. After returning to the White House with Emily, Mo Yan called over Matthew, who was on duty.

  "Go and check on that Pasha for me right away." The Minotaur walked into the empty office, down the narrow corridor and sat in his own seat, saying: "I don't believe an opera troupe would come to Erland for such a ridiculous artistic reason. Just hiring mercenaries as escorts is already a huge sum of money."

  "I'll report the color of their underwear to you." Matthew yawned and said, "But... can I go back to sleep now? I was monitoring a gray dwarf all last night, and that bastard Regal still had me on duty today. I'm so sleepy..."

  "What's so special about the Grey Dwarves?" Mo Yan looked at Matthew, who still had a sleepy look on his face, and didn't mind his rudeness. From observation, Mo Yan already knew that Matthew was a big nerve person, not someone who would follow tedious etiquette. Before Matthew could respond, Mo Yan waved his hand again and said, "Forget it. Regal will submit a detailed report later. Now I'm sure you guys don't even understand what's going on yourselves. There's nothing else, you can go back and rest."

  After Matthew left, Mo Yan simply tidied up a bit and stood up to head back to the bedroom. However, a sudden dizziness caused him to tumble back into his chair, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, in the hidden dark room of the demon, after chanting incantations for over two hours, the red cloth that was on the magic array had vanished without a trace.

  "Now it's just a matter of waiting for the results." Lirien, who had lost all her magic power, looked a bit pale in the face. She walked to Vivian, who was sitting on the ground, and helped her up, saying: "If this spell succeeds, we'll be able to control that powerful body of his. Everything in this city will also be ours."

  Lilith and Vivian's combined magic was not actually pure magic. Pure magic had been lost for who knows how many years, whether in Hell or on the continent. The two succubi were using a different method. Some demons from Hell invented a spell that converted magical power into magic to reuse it.

  This spell array can convert magic power into a kind of mysterious power similar to witchcraft, which is different from magical power. Its way of changing is unpredictable and unpredictable, it will not have a specific shape like magic, and its attack method cannot be seen. It will make the person who was cast get inexplicable strange diseases, will inexplicably start walking in bad luck until death, and the most special thing is that it can put people to death in dreams like witchcraft.

  The Minotaur's magical resistance makes magic's power ineffective against him, and his own strength is extremely powerful. The Succubi already knew they couldn't use conventional powers to kill the Minotaur and obtain his power, but last time the Minotaur was frightened by a strange dream, they discovered that he had a weakness in resisting witchcraft.

  In conjunction with the Minotaur's blood they had already obtained, they thought the timing was almost ripe. After a period of secret arrangements, they set up this ritual room in the White House, not only setting up an isolation magic array but also hiding it from being easily detected by others. Now they finally performed this complex spell, the Minotaur's sudden decision to go see an opera gave them an excellent opportunity to perform the ritual.

  "Is it a dream again?" Mo Yan crawled up from the exceptionally bright ground, with a vast expanse of whiteness stretching out in all directions. Connecting his unusual feelings before he fainted, Mo Yan roughly knew what had happened to him. He looked around trying to find some special place, but there was only an endless white expanse.

  "This is... a human hand." Mo Yan took two steps forward and felt something was off, lowered his head to look at his body, but found it wasn't the familiar sturdy body covered in fur, the black combat uniform and leather boots were the equipment he was used to, this was the body Mo Yan originally should have had.

  On his leg holster was his familiar weapon, the weight of the M911 gave Mo Yan a great sense of security as usual. In order to be able to control these two guns with considerable recoil, Mo Yan had specially practiced his arm strength for a long time, and only someone with a large build could use this kind of weapon.

  At first, when I graduated from the training camp, I was still very young. In order to pursue coolness and great power, I chose such a weapon. At the beginning, it could only be used as a decoration hanging on my leg, until later when my arm strength caught up, it finally came in handy.

  "Is this your original understanding of yourself?" A gentle female voice echoed in the space: "You, you're too confident, those two demonesses have many secrets you don't know about. Don't think everything is under your control. You should have learned a lesson from last time, how could you fall into trouble again like this."

  "Was it the two of them who did it?" Mo Yan smiled and said, "I did know they secretly prepared some magical materials, but at the time I thought their method wouldn't work on me due to my magic resistance. But now it seems I miscalculated."

  "You don't seem to be worried about your fate at all." The female voice continued, "That's right, I've given you a very strong magical resistance, which allows you to avoid being harmed by magic. However, the power that is currently harming you cannot be considered as magic. Although it's not complete, it already has the characteristics of sorcery, and it's precisely because of this that I can contact you."

  "You're the goddess of demons, right?" Mo Yan said, pacing back and forth as he spoke to the air: "Since you can all come into my dreams, why don't you show yourself? I feel a bit silly talking to the air like this. By the way, I haven't thanked you for helping me last time yet."

  "You should already know, I was defeated in the battle against those invaders." The goddess continued: "They obtained control over this world from me, which they call divine authority. At the same time, I also lost my physical body and appearance, and all of my kin who knew what I looked like have perished, so I can only communicate with you like this now. We don't have much time, first... you must defeat the cursed magic that is attacking you."

  "Defeat the sorcery?" Mo Yan furrowed his brow upon hearing the goddess's words. Although he was now fully equipped and had ample ammunition, fighting against unknown powers in his own dream realm made him completely uncertain. If it were that incredibly powerful magical creature, his physical body would be no match for it.

  However, the goddess did not give him time to prepare. The moment her voice fell, the entire white world collapsed, and the space that the goddess had temporarily protected him was no longer sheltering him. What he would face next would be the killing move in his dream, using his human form to fight against unknown magic.

  "Fight hard." For some reason, Mo Yan felt that the goddess's words had a faintly playful tone as she said: "When you defeat the invading magic with your own strength, you will gain new power attributes. Not only will the magic no longer harm you, but this power will also be controlled by you."

  "Damn it!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth and drew out the two guns from between his legs, gazing at the distant huge waves of ferocious monsters rushing towards him. He cursed in a low voice: "How am I supposed to kill so many monsters with these two small handguns?! Ah!!!!!!" Bang! Bang! Bang!......

  At the same time that Mo Yan was battling monsters in his dream, a gigantic castle made of red rock and steel stood forever aflame in hell. In the dimly lit great hall, on top of the skeleton throne, a towering demon with giant wings ablaze with flames and two thick horns that pierced the sky suddenly opened its eyes.

  Eyes aglow with a crimson light, he lifted his head to gaze at the vaulted ceiling of the hall, as if seeing something else. Smiling, revealing his sharp teeth stained with flesh and blood, he said: "Well, I've finally found you... my beautiful wives, wait for me... next rainy season... is when you'll return to my side. I'm going to love you two fugitives so much..."

  The devil's evil voice echoed in the great store, the power contained within it made all living beings tremble with fear, deceiving him... even if he went to the main surface... he could not escape his palm!

  PS: The battle song of ??ntr has sounded

  The Minotaur had unknowingly left behind a powerful creature, now...

  Some people say the protagonist is too strong, actually... it's mainly because the enemies in the early stages are not strong, can't even beat a weakened demigod...

  How can you be considered strong!