"Shua"

Tyrion, wearing a trench coat, appeared on the Sixth Street block in Brooklyn.

When he landed, the majestic wind lingering around his body blew up the fallen leaves on the ground. The withered yellow leaves swirled and spread around. The surrounding street lights also seemed to be disturbed by some kind of force. The originally bright

The lights flickered and dimmed.

And Tyrion's shadow blended into the shadow behind him, causing the shadows of the night to slowly squirm. The great lord restrained his breath and calmed the squirming black shadow, but behind him, the covering

The darkness on the ground has turned into a dead and twisted thing, as if it has been injected with some gloomy power.

The big lord raised his head and looked at the slightly old store in front of him. At midnight, the store was still open, but as if to save some electricity bills, several light tubes in front of the store were extinguished.

, only the last light was left, illuminating a line of words above the store.

“Richter’s Treasures Store”

Well, this looks like a shop selling various antiques. It can be seen that the shop owner has specially designed the appearance of the shop and is decorated with many flowers and plants. But why... does it look so shabby here?

The great lord pondered for a moment, then he raised his hand, and a folded black umbrella appeared in his palm. He walked forward up the stairs, then stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of Richter's Treasure Store.

"ding dong"

The sound of the wooden door hitting the bell broke the silence of the shop, which seemed to have had no customers for a long time. Behind the counter in front of the big lord, the dozing female clerk seemed to be awakened by the sudden ringing of the bell, and she suddenly raised her head

At first, I saw the big lord walking into the store.

This woman's temperament is a little weird.

She has a beautiful face and a perfect figure, but there is always a faint charm on her face without makeup, especially her eyes, which are like two crescent moons, exuding a seductive charm all the time.

human temptation.

It is certainly impossible for normal human life to grow like this...

This is a succubus!

It was a succubus summoned by a warlock.

"interesting..."

The high lord looked at the succubus-incarnated woman in front of him, who was standing behind the counter, trembling, under Tyrion's gaze.

Ms. Sarah herself didn't know why she was trembling, but as the guy in front of her, whose heels and feet could not be seen clearly, wearing a black windbreaker and holding a black umbrella, approached step by step, her body was trembling instinctively.

Although, she could not feel any trace of power from the slender figure in front of her.

It was the first time since she was summoned to New York City from the fel rift by Richter Evenson, the only warlock in the world, that she was so helpless.

She wanted to fight back, but her body was telling her...

Don't move! Don't move! You will die!

The succubus's perception from the depths of her soul told her that a threat to her life and soul had arrived.

"Bang"

The High Lord pointed his finger on the table in front of Succubus Sarah. The moment his finger touched the glass, the glass seemed to have been emptied of its form and began to transform into the original quicksand, together with the things placed in it.

All fakes turned into a pile of sand in the blink of an eye.

This was the instinctive transformation of the power of death. The great lord frowned and retracted his fingers.

But Sarah’s hands on the table seemed to have been thrown into the fast-forward time stream. In just the blink of an eye, those beautiful and slender hands became dry and thin, full of wrinkles and age spots.

, as if life had been extracted from it.

"Can you tell me..."

A green ball of light danced on the tip of Tyrion's finger. He put it in his finger and turned it back and forth as if playing a game. He looked at the frightened Miss Succubus in front of him and asked gently:

"Where are the twins?"

"Double what? Twins?"

Sarah struggled to keep herself awake. But the light shining in the High Lord's right eye was like a spiritual whirlpool, sucking all her sanity into it.

Miss Succubus is like a drowning person. Her body is unable to move under the pressure of Tyrion's breath, and her soul is frantically calling out to her unreliable master in the spiritual link.

but...

Such a weak soul is almost defenseless in front of the big lord.

He didn't even need Miss Succubus to tell the answer to this question. It was as if he was browsing Sarah's memory. After just a few seconds, the High Lord found the answer he needed.

He coughed lightly.

But in front of him, Miss Sarah had been disturbed by the power of death, and her whole body had lost her beautiful posture, as if her vitality had been drained, and she was like a terrifying mummy.

This is not Tyrion deliberately tormenting the dishonest succubus lady in front of him. In fact, with the current identity and power of the big lord, he will no longer bully such a weak succubus lady. He learned from the heart of Ms. Sarah

Looking for the answer, just a trace of power leaked out, shrouded Miss Sarah in the true meaning of death, resulting in the terrible appearance now.

"Um, sorry."

The great lord threw the life force flowing in his hands back to the body of the dying Miss Sarah. With the return of life force, Miss Sarah's reshaped young body collapsed limply on the ground. She breathed heavily, and then

Like someone suffocating.

She put her fingers in front of her eyes tremblingly and watched as she regained her young body again. She lay on the ground and let out a low and hoarse laugh, as if everything just now was just a horrible nightmare.

"Say hello to Evanson Richter for me, I accidentally broke his desk..."

"But I think he won't be angry."

The big lord smiled, said a few words, then turned and left Richter's Treasure Store.

After his breath completely dissipated, Miss Succubus climbed up from the ground with difficulty. She looked out the window at the deserted street with some fear. She wanted to call the Gemini lady who was enjoying life in the nightclub, but she

After thinking about it, I still haven't dialed the number.

The scary boss just now was obviously here for the Geminis. In this weird world, there are all kinds of ruthless characters, and Sarah didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

Now she can only pray that Ms. Gemini will have good luck and be safe and sound.

A few blocks away, the "Legacy of the Void" bar.

This is a place full of wine, sex and wealth, a place that turns men and women into beasts and indulges in wanton indulgence, a place that has just changed its boss and has a very powerful background.

It is said that the new owners of this bar are a pair of sisters with mysterious origins. They are tough and have some kind of almost ghostly ability. They are already on the threshold of the so-called super criminals.

But they don't go out to do bad things. They stay here and enjoy life on weekdays. They are very decadent.

The layout of this bar also has a strong sense of mysticism. Outside the bar door, there are two lines of neon text that no one knows. It is like the magic of witches, adding a bit of gloomy temperament to the bar.

.

"Shadows exist in flames."

"Fire burns in the shadows."

The high lord watched the two pairs of twins cast the iconic eredar spell. He shook his head and walked into the Legacy of the Void bar.

At this time, on the top floor of the Legacy of the Void nightclub, the twins were lying on the bed with almost no clothes on. They held cigarettes in their hands, as if they were reminiscing about the passion. And in front of them, the only warlock in the world, Ai

Vincent Richter is getting dressed.

Frankly speaking, this warlock is very handsome.

He has an extremely outstanding figure and face, and is almost the same as a high elf except for the lack of sharp ears.

But underneath this handsome appearance, this warlock hides a poor soul. Logically speaking, with Evanson's current strength, he should do very well in this world. But the problem is, maybe it really is

There is a god who controls poverty, and Evanson Richter is the person chosen by that god.

From the time he came to this world to now, for 8 years, his savings have almost never exceeded 5 digits. However, the Gemini Masters who were summoned to this world by him by accident, only half a year later, his savings have never exceeded 5 digits.

I have almost 8 figures of funds.

This poor warlock now has to rely on the twins to support himself.

But how to say it.

Although the twins still retain their demonic character after going through a great ordeal, they were able to escape the nightmare of Azeroth because of Evanson's assistance. Therefore, they also have some feelings for this warlock.

I even play "games" with him occasionally...

"Let me ask you, how have you considered what you said last time?"

Warlock Evanson lifted his pants, rolled his eyes, and asked pretending not to care:

"Do you still want to dedicate this world to the Legion?"

Hearing this question, the resting twins looked at each other, and Queen Saloras snorted lazily:

"Let's talk about it later."

"What do you mean let's talk about it later?"

Evanson glared dissatisfied at the two demons behind him, acting as if he was a die-hard loyalist to the Legion.

But this cunning warlock has actually felt that the Gemini actually does not want to hand over this world to the Legion at all, which is exactly what he wants, and he actually does not want the Burning Legion to enter this world.

No one with any brain would have a good impression of the Burning Legion.
To be continued...