"You want me to kill a man who drives strange creatures? The price is high."
Casillas led several of his men and stared at the vampires in front of him with disdain.
He is indeed very stern, and those who know about his dark circles understand that they should be the price of using black magic, but those who don't know think that these black magicians have a liver emperor, and they have not slept for several days and nights.
In fact, Casillas really hasn't slept for a long, long time. "Sleepless" is just one of the negligible prices to pay for using magic.
In addition, he has to dedicate his spirit, body, life span, etc. to the various gods who gave him magic. This is the price of using magic - if you borrow money, you have to pay it back.
Under the gaze of this kind of eyes, some weak vampires subconsciously looked away, but a few guys of noble origin tried to look directly.
"We really don't know where we offended him, but he has destroyed seven of our strongholds in just two days! Hundreds of our people have died or disappeared!" said a noble-dressed vampire elder.
"Be more confident. If you disappear, you will die. Those with better luck will become the food of that human being. Those with less luck will become the host of aliens."
Casillas is a fastidious person. Although he has a disdain for vampires, since he chose to accept the order, he has a certain understanding of Dua.
"I will send a black magician to kill him," Casillas said.
"One? We would rather you take action yourself." The vampires present frowned.
"Stupid, my main target is Kama Taj, I won't waste a lot of power on a small character!" Casillas shook his head, his elegant ponytail swinging around, which was very attractive. Attention.
At least the vampires present couldn't help but take a second look.
"But, he is not a small character..."
"In my eyes, they are just minor characters. You bats in the sewers have never seen a truly great existence with your own eyes. Even my mentor, the Supreme Mage, needs to borrow the power of that person!"
Casillas sneered and stared at the vampires present: "Even you were born because of that one person. Without black magic, where did you vampires come from?"
The vampires all showed confusion.
But Casillas learned from Dormammu that vampires originated from black magic.
And Dormammu is the god who controls black magic. Casillas naturally believes that vampires are inferior products accidentally created by the great Dormammu and are not worth mentioning.
Another elder was very dissatisfied and whispered: "You shouldn't be looking for these black magicians! Spending money to deal with Duva doesn't feel reliable no matter how you think about it. It's better to look for the Blood Baron..."
But he was soon scolded and yelled: "Shut up, my blood clan has its own clan loyalty here!"
Wow!
At this time, there was a sound of breaking the window, and the Blade Warriors came in, followed by a large number of aliens.
"It seems that we thought of going together and all focused on this place, but it seems that the vampire you are looking for is not here."
Dua's voice came over.
Blade pulled out his two swords and said: "My purpose is different from yours. I will not leave anyone alive when I attack. Even if the opponent is a human, as long as you side with the vampire, you will die."
When Blade said this, the red eyes under his sunglasses looked straight at Casillas.
Casillas raised a mocking smile on his lips and shifted his gaze to Duva, who was surrounded by several strong aliens.
"Such dark circles under your eyes, black magician? I didn't expect there would be an unexpected gain, but the vampire actually colluded with you and successfully lowered your grade." Dua said.
The black magician is so easy to identify. Only those who follow Dormammu on the entire planet have this appearance.
"Hmph, I think so too. It seems that we have reached an agreement on at least this point: vampires are the most suitable materials to be consumed."
Casillas used black magic with a grin, and a large amount of black clouds scattered, covering the people present. The first vampire that came into contact was devoured in an instant.
After a burst of screams, their bodies turned into countless black particles, gathering like water, as if flowing into an unknown realm, and finally disappeared.
Casillas's expression improved slightly.
"Casillas!! What are you doing? We are allies!" a vampire elder shouted.
"Allies? Are you defectives worthy of being my allies? You don't really think I'm coveting your money, do you? You are only worthy of being my sacrifice to please Lord Dormammu!"
The vampires wanted to kill Duva, but Casillas was different, he wanted to kill them all.
All people on the entire earth will belong to the great Dormammu.
"This guy is out of his mind, come on," Dua said.
Without saying a word, Blade slashed Casillas with the knife.
Dua is different. He knows how difficult the space spells of Karma Taj's lineage are. The golden portal can not only be used for transfer, but can also be "cut off" by closing it instantly.
Therefore, Dua initially greeted the other black magicians present.
call!
An alien with a strange appearance and several strips of meat on its body quietly approached a magician, but the other party had already been prepared.
"Inferior creatures, let me show you how powerful a professional magician is!!"
The black magician laughed ferociously on the spot, flicked his sleeves, accurately grasped the fallen stick, and rushed towards the alien with vigorous steps.
"My weapon is made of vibranium and is not afraid of your blood!!"
Very good, he is also a rare black magician who has not had his brain ripped out by Dormammu. He knows how to use vibranium to create weapons that can resist the most difficult acid blood of aliens.
But this doesn't seem like he has too much brain.
Duva's expression changed slightly. Although he had long expected the fighting style of this group of magicians, when he saw it with his own eyes, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
His defense power is obviously not much better than that of ordinary people, but he prefers to fight hand-to-hand with the enemy with knives and sticks, or against aliens, which are best at melee combat weapons.
This has to be mentioned about Dr. Strange. As long as he takes action, he can smash all kinds of powerful magic like no money, such as the crimson chain of Cytorak, the sacred sword of Emperor Weishan, and the ancient body of Hogoth.
Look at this luxurious magic group. Cytorak, Vishandi, and Hogoth are all multi-level gods. Every magic that Doctor Strange has is borrowed from many metaverse-level gods. strength.
It is worth mentioning that Hogs is one of the trinity of Weishan Emperors.
"I always feel that the local magicians are a little different from what I imagined. Are you worried that you owe too much debt and can't pay it back? Your master is really not a generous guy."
If magic is not enough, fists will do the trick.
After thinking about it, Duva still felt that these guys were too poor - or maybe it was because Dormammu had become poor that they couldn't even use magic casually. What's more, the cost of using black magic is much higher than that of white magic.
There is no comparison with Doctor Strange who has the support of Karma Taj. These people deserve to be beaten to death by Doctor Strange in the end.
"Humph, do you know magic too?" Casillas raised his hand to reveal the Ring of Raggador, and a golden disk appeared on his palm, easily cutting an incoming drone alien in half.
Facing the sputtering acid blood, Casillas raised his other hand and summoned a small portal in front of him to teleport all the blood away.
"If I want, I can throw you into the bottom of the sea in an instant." Casillas was very confident.
He thought that Du Wa was coming for him, but Du Wa knew that it would be difficult for him to kill this guy who was very good at escaping, so he had been eyeing other black magicians from the beginning.
In the chaos of the battle, a melee mage who was addicted to melee combat was knocked down by the alien and dragged to Dua while screaming.
Dua skillfully took out an alien egg from behind his back and used it to parasitize the black magician's face.
Dewar wanted to verify a crucial thing and had deep expectations for it.
Sure enough, the moment the parasitism was successful, a powerful wave of magic emerged from the black magician's body, and the black substance began to slowly spread.
