Energy Controller of Meiman

One day later, John couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the sun rising again and no werewolves or other enemies chasing behind him.

Running wildly for a day and night, his physical strength was a bit exhausted, but before resting, he planned to summon the devil and find out some information.

If bad news about Dracula spreads all over the world, that would of course be a good thing. If not, John plans to add fuel to the fire. At the very least, he must ensure that Dracula has no time to take care of himself and has no energy to trouble him so that he can escape easily.

John once again painted the magic circle, but this time it was different from last time. He was no longer summoning intermediate demons, but high-level demons. At the same time, he painted a lot of binding and attacking magic around the summoning magic circle. Array.

Of course, John had the intention of killing the demon directly after asking the question. What this kind of magic circle summons is just the projection of the demon, leaving a trace of the soul behind, which is enough to pass the message to the demon body. There is so much left for him. Energy for what?

The light gradually rose on the magic circle, and the demon crawled out from it. Before he could express his carefully prepared lines, he was tightly restrained by the binding magic circle around the summoning magic circle and the sudden appearance of dark energy.

"No no no!"

The devil struggled desperately, but to no avail.

"You actually summoned a mute demon? Then go die!"

John's voice was unusually cold.

"No no no!"

The devil struggled even harder. He was not mute. It was John who used the threads made of dark energy to block his mouth, okay?

"Oh, so your mouth is blocked? Sorry."

John said he was sorry, but there was no apology in his face or tone.

"I used to often encounter demons with bad mouths, and demons that could cast troublesome magic just by relying on words, so you know."

After saying that, John smiled and winked at the devil.

"What do I understand?!"

The devil roared angrily in his heart, but his life was in John's hands. He could only nod, for fear of being a little slow and making John unhappy. Although he was a projection, the energy in his body, especially the soul energy, was all his own. , a little loss can make you feel distressed to death.

"Well, very good. I ask a question and you answer. The answer is yes, no, two nods, I don't know, three nods, do you hear that?"

The demon nodded.

John was very satisfied with the devil's attitude: "Very cooperative, let's start with something simple. Can the vampire Dracula be killed by a werewolf?"

The demon was a little confused. Can Dracula be killed by a werewolf? This question is very simple.I don’t know it at all, and not many people know it, okay?

He nodded three times to indicate that he didn't know.

John was very disappointed. The rumor that Dracula could be killed by a werewolf had not spread, and nothing else was possible.

"Then you don't know about the Death Scythe falling into his hands? Why are you so useless?"

John said something to the devil, looked at the somewhat bewildered devil, and directly activated the attack circle.

At this moment, John suddenly took a step to the side, and a big pit appeared where he was just now. The binding circle was destroyed and the demon was able to escape.

"Bastard! Go to hell!"

The demon tore off his body, made of dark energy

The thread roared loudly and rushed towards John.

John turned sideways to avoid the demon's attack, raised his right foot, and kicked the demon hard in the abdomen, sending him flying backwards. Then John ducked behind the demon and punched the demon's back.

The demon hit the ground with a loud "bang" sound.

But John had no intention of letting the devil go. Instead, he came behind the devil and punched him hard on the back of the head several times. The devil's head was smashed into the ground by John.

"Tch! It's so hard! I wish I had a glove."

John shook his numb fists and turned to look at the person who attacked him.

Looking at the magic circle and the distinctive ring held by this man, John couldn't help but frown.

"When you activate the magic, you hold a magic circle in each hand, plus the ring. Are you the magician of Kama Taj?"

"Yes, it is."

Seeing John's rough attack on the demon and his unkind eyes, the magician felt a little scared, but thinking of the Supreme Mage behind him, he quickly became hardened. Since John knew that he was the magician of Kama Taj, then he Never dare to do anything to yourself.

"Knowing that I am the magician of Kama Taj, why don't you surrender quickly?" the magician said.

"At least a few threats? For example, "The Supreme Mage will punish you" or something." John thought to himself.

He will not get used to the guy in front of him. He is afraid of the Supreme Mage. However, the guy in front of him is not a big shot. It is not certain whether the Supreme Mage knows that there is a person like him.

As long as he handles it cleanly enough, even if he kills this guy, there won't be any big problem.

Just as John was about to make a move, the demon on the ground put his hands on the ground and climbed up.

"This guy is really tough!"

John muttered, raised his foot again and knocked the demon away. Then, while the magician's attention was attracted by the demon, he quickly came behind the magician and slashed hard on his neck with his right hand.

The magician was hit by John's right hand and hit the big tree in front of him with a "bang" sound, and there was a faint sound of something breaking in the sound.

Based on his many years of experience in slashing people, John can determine that it was the sound of broken bones. The bones on his face were broken. This guy wouldn't just die, right?

"Uh! Isn't this guy a magician from Karma Taj? How come he doesn't even have protective magic?"

John complained, ran over to check, and found that the magician still had half a life left, so he hurriedly used life energy to stabilize his injury. Seeing that the magician's breathing gradually stabilized, John breathed a sigh of relief.

The magician of Kama Taj is much more valuable alive than dead.

John carried the magician on his shoulders and kept thinking in his mind: "There must be such a thing as forcing magic. How to deal with it later is the problem. Letting it go or killing it is not good. Disguise it as an accident? It doesn't seem to work. It would be too much of a loss to just let go without doing anything. Finally, a magician came to your doorstep. After passing this village, there is no such shop..."

"Asshole! Put him down quickly!"

A loud roar woke John up.

He turned his head and looked at the numerous portals behind him and the magicians who kept jumping out of them, and cold sweat broke out.

He swallowed hard, looked at the angry magician, and said dryly: "If I say this is all a misunderstanding, do you believe it?"