Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 214 Darkness Comes
Imerton held the sun in his palm.

Darkness comes.

It's time to hunt!

"Master, I have found out that the thieves who stole the holy urn are hiding in this small town."

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked Benji lowered his head, not daring to look at the terrifying face of the ancient evil.

His neck and hands were covered with gold ornaments, and he looked like a nouveau riche.

"Ah."

Emerton's bloodshot eyes showed resentment.

The holy urn is the sacred object of the god of the underworld Osiris, combined with the ritual magic of the "Black Book of the Dead", it can completely resurrect the dead, and he must take it back one by one!
"let's go."

Putting on a pitch-black iron mask, Imerton wrapped himself in a tattered black robe, and walked into the town with Benji.

Looking at the pedestrians in the small town, his eyes were extremely cold.

On the day when he rules Egypt with the power of death, he must restore the old order and re-establish the slavery system!

"Just ahead, Master."

I don't know what kind of evil thoughts the old monster around him has, but Benji, who just wants to get rich, honestly becomes a "leader" and takes Imerton to a pretty good hotel.

Emerton straight in
As soon as he stepped into the store, he felt the call of the "Osiris Urn".

Ah.

God's token, mortals dare to get involved?
Imerton went upstairs silently and came to a certain room.

Coincidentally, the owner of this room is the unlucky ghost whose eyes and tongue were taken away from him.

"sleep?"

After being treated by the mystics, although the man with glasses survived, he completely lost his eyesight and could not speak clearly.Hearing someone entering the house, he thought it was his companion.

"The God of Hades is calling your name."

Imerton took off his mask, revealing a shriveled face.

The weird emphasis made the man in glasses feel that something was wrong, but it was too late, and hands like dead branches touched his skin.

The moisture is passing away quickly, and the man with glasses shriveled up like a dehydrated lemon.

Benji watched from the sidelines, swallowing nervously.

Fortunately, he was kneeling fast at that time.
"Well."

After draining all the blood from the man with glasses, Imerton grew stronger.

Although he still looks like a terrifying skeleton, the current him is much "fresh" than the previous one.

"next."

As if he was full, Imerton showed a satisfied expression on his face.

With a few more living sacrifices like this, he will be able to restore his previous mana, and he will not be so embarrassed when he meets that foreign mage of unknown origin.

"Yes, Master."

Benji quickly bowed his head.

Let's just "lead the way party", at least it doesn't have to be so miserable.

Death comes.

As the holy urns were taken back one by one, Imerton's mana became stronger and stronger. When all the pure vitality of the members of the American expedition was absorbed by him, except for a few horrible scars on his face, he almost became It's no different from normal people!

"Praise the god of the underworld."

Emerton thought silently.

It was the power of death that brought him back to life.

The thousand years of suffering in the underworld made faith deeply rooted in his soul.

He wants to cause death, he wants to cause carnage.

he wants
To please Hades.

In exchange for more powerful power!

"The last one left."

All the relic urns have been taken back, now there is only one thing left
"Black Book of the Dead"!
Somewhere in Egypt, a museum of history.

"I can't explain everything that happened recently, it's beyond my knowledge."

The scholars of the American expedition were talking to the familiar curator with a look of horror.

"The secret sect group has been eyeing me, and I managed to escape from under their noses."

He said, revealing a corner of the cloth bag.

It was a black metal book.

"hiss!"

The curator, who knew the scholar, was obviously knowledgeable and recognized what the book was.

He involuntarily widened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You are crazy!"

The scholar smiled wryly.

He started to regret excavating the remains of the "City of the Dead" - after someone on the team had his eyes and tongue taken away by monsters.

"Can you connect me with a private jet?

This book is the reward, I've been stuck in this desert for some days, and I want to go back to America! "

He has already enlarged and printed the contents of the book, and if possible, the scholar would like to take the original.

But now it seems that if you continue to be greedy, you will die.

He didn't want to die, so he could only give up.

"This"

The curator hesitated.

This is the "Black Book of the Dead", a legendary treasure!

No one will not be moved.

"Okay, I'll ask my friend for you."

With little thought, he agreed.

But at this moment, the sky outside the museum suddenly darkened.

There was an ominous smell.
"Ok?"

The scholar and curator were taken aback.

The solar eclipse has just passed, why is it happening again?
"Buzz!"

Countless insects sounded faintly.

The expressions of Mr. Scholar and the curator couldn't help but change.

Especially academics.

He thought of the locusts and scarabs he had seen in the crypt.

"he came!"

The scholar was so frightened that he dropped his cloth bag, ignored the matter of the plane, and ran into the depths of the museum like the wind.

The curator was puzzled.

"Who is he?
Soon, the curator's questions were well answered.

The black worm broke through the gate of the museum like a tide, and a bald priest wearing a robe walked in barefoot.

Behind him, followed by a dog leg with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

"The Black Book of the Dead."

Seeing the cloth bag thrown on the ground by the scholar, Imerton's pupils shrank.

Sensing the undisguised greedy eyes, the curator quickly took the cloth bag in his hand.

Strictly speaking, the book is already his.

"madness."

Seeing the curator's actions, Benji sighed silently in his heart.

Thinking about it in another way, if he was facing such a terrifying existence, he would have obediently offered that book long ago.

This old man can't be a man.

Sure enough, seeing the curator's actions, Imerton was very angry.

And the price of making him angry
very serious!

Opening his mouth, countless poisonous insects poured out, instantly drowning the greedy curator, leaving him with only a pile of bones left alive.

Glancing at the pile of bones, Imerton had no expression on his face, and bent down to pick up the "Black Book of the Dead".

Finally, he gathered together the key to resurrection!

However, before that, there was one more thing he needed to deal with.

"The blasphemer will surely die."

Looking through the wall with deep eyes, Imerton easily found the hidden scholar.

His body turned into sand bit by bit, and flew into the room inside.

Benji took a deep breath, not paying attention to the howling sounded in the depths of the museum, but looking at the exhibits in the museum.

It's good to be with this boss.

Jian is both safe and promising.

No, he got rich again!

(End of this chapter)