First Wizarding World War

Just as Charlotte expected, the basement of this small building was indeed quite large. The kitchen next to the stairs was large enough to accommodate seven or eight cooks. Although there were no windows, there were vents and chimneys, so it was not dark or stuffy.

The rest of the area was divided into four large storage rooms and one small storage room, which were used to store food, wine, firewood and slightly more precious things. One of the storage rooms had a small pile of firewood, and the others were all empty.

Charlotte didn't stay for long. She went upstairs after making sure there was nothing to bother her.

Although the new home was still lacking a lot of things, such as clothes, Charlotte decided to take a good rest for a day and not go out.

He returned to the small study, took off his coat, put the blood-sucking hand axe hidden in his sleeve on the desk, took off the holster and hung it on the wall with the newly bought imitation antique rapier.

Charlotte lay on the sofa and practiced bloody glory for a while.

This was what the predecessor did every day. He was restless after crossing over and was too busy at work. He hadn't practiced for a while.

Life finally settled down, and Charlotte decided to spend some time every day to practice this extraordinary secret technique.

Hundreds of years ago, when the great human philosopher Protagoras was young, his beloved wife was abducted by the blood clan and his life or death was unknown. He was heartbroken and vowed to create a secret technique to slaughter all the blood clans in the world.

This great human philosopher traveled around the world, learned dozens of skills, and went deep into the blood clan, fighting with countless blood clan masters. Later, he retreated on the highest peak of the Old Continent, Qiao Geer Peak, forty-five years, and then created the secret method of bloody glory.

Bloody glory is divided into two parts: Protagoras breathing method and blood feast meditation.

Protagoras breathing method can refine thirteen blood clan secrets and condense thirteen blood vortexes; blood feast meditation can breed thirteen magic runes, so that practitioners have thirteen strange abilities.

With this secret method, Protagoras single-handedly slaughtered thousands of vampires, and even exterminated six of the thirty-seven clans of the vampires, leaving only thirty-one clans. At the peak of his fame, he could stop the crying of vampire cubs at night.

In his old age, Protagoras donated this secret method to four universities for free: Royal Hogwich University, Hattingen Thunder and Storm University, Sheffield University and Gorgias University.

It was because of the selflessness of this great human philosopher that Charlotte, as a student of Sheffield University, had the opportunity to practice this secret method.

The strange breathing method created by Protagoras made Charlotte's restless blood respond to her breathing, giving rise to a surge like a tide.

This was the first time that Charlotte had immersed herself in cultivation since she came here.

Protagoras once wrote a sentence in a handwritten scroll, saying that there are thirty-seven clans in the blood race, and bloody glory can theoretically condense thirty-seven bloody vortexes. It's a pity that I haven't exhausted the mystery of this method. I hope that future scholars can complete this method.

In theory, if you condense a bloody vortex, you can try to use meditation to breed runes, thereby obtaining a unique skill.

In fact, most people who practice bloody glory condense seven or eight bloody vortexes before they start practicing the blood feast meditation method. Many people have never been able to successfully meditate on any rune in their entire lives, and only a very few people can cultivate one or two unique skill runes and obtain supernatural powers.

Charlotte only condensed a bloody vortex between her eyebrows, and was able to obtain the insight rune, which was quite inexplicable, purely because of good luck.

The power of insight dissipated slightly with the condensation of bloody glory.

Although Charlotte closed her eyes, she could sense everything in the small study from a distance.

The fluctuation of bloody glory swept over the blood-sucking hand axe on the desk.

This exclusive weapon of the blood clan had a subtle response with the bloody glory in his body.

Charlotte let it go and encouraged the bloody glory in her body to extend over.

The blood-sucking hand axe trembled slightly, and suddenly felt an infinite hunger, madly swallowing Charlotte's bloody glory.

Charlotte did not open her eyes, letting it swallow her own blood energy, and wanted to know what kind of strange changes this blood-sucking weapon would have after being infused with bloody glory.

More than ten minutes later, the blood-sucking hand axe that had swallowed enough suddenly sent back a strange blood energy. While Charlotte was rejoicing, the diary hidden on the bookshelf seemed to be pulled by the breath, jumped out, floated in the air, and turned the pages.

A majestic voice came from a distant unknown place, resounding directly in his mind: "How are you still alive?"

"Mortal, you actually deceived me!"

Charlotte was horrified, her hands and feet were cold, and she had no idea what had happened?

After returning from Senis, he had never read the original owner's diary, always worried about getting involved with the evil god again, but now he finally didn't have to worry...

The evil god was not far away!

Facing a desperate situation, Charlotte was unwilling to surrender and was about to grab the blood-sucking hand axe and fight to the end. Suddenly, a large amount of rolling black gas emerged from his body, swallowing and spitting out an evil breath that did not belong to this world. Endless corridors appeared in front of him. A monster over three meters tall, red all over, as if without skin, walked out of the void slowly with a huge hammer.

A majestic voice resounded through the heavens and earth, mixed with endless anger: "Mortal, you still want to collude with Agmiras to fight against me... He is just an overseas evil god..." The evil aura emanating from the diary rolled towards the monsters in the endless corridor. The majestic voice announced the start of the battle: "Agmiras! You only have a tiny wisp of insignificant regret left, do you still want to stop me?"

More than three meters tall, holding a huge nail hammer, the whole body is red, as if the monster has no skin. Suddenly, it roars to the sky, like a prehistoric beast, with endless corridors, bursting out with a mighty evil energy beyond the imagination of mortals, trying to stop the other evil god from trying to come with the help of the diary.

The two powerful forces used Charlotte's consciousness as a battlefield, like thunder and fire, and hit one place fiercely.

Charlotte couldn't help but scream, his brain was like a wedge ruthlessly driven into it, the pain was unbearable.

In just a moment, it exceeded the limit of endurance, and the consciousness was torn to pieces by the two powerful evil energies, and it felt like the world no longer existed.

The diary was originally ordinary, with countless pages flying around and the cover bulging. Sometimes a castle appeared, sometimes an endless corridor, sometimes a majestic middle-aged man sitting on a luxurious chair, sometimes a monster with a red body and no skin, a bloody hand stretched out from the diary, and then a huge hammer smashed it...

I don’t know how long it has been, in the messy room, only Charlotte Mecklen was lying on the ground, almost without breathing.

Beside him was a diary with a pitch-black cover, and a line of bloody scribbled words on the ground: I will return and take the souls owed to me according to the contract.