Chapter 1505 C: Twilight Event (XI)

"Midnight, you must help us this time." Jim put his hands on the counter, stared into the black man's eyes and said: "You know how urgent the situation is now! The blood clan is very ambitious this time. The bloody queen Mary and her descendants are wreaking havoc in London. If the magic world is not on the verge of collapse, I will not find you here."

"Come on, I'm not interested in getting involved in those things." Midnight shrugged and said: "Anyway, my power is still there. If they dare to come, they will only die. As for the magic world, it can only be said that it is their own fault. Why should I save them?"

"But ordinary people in London..."

"The blood clan is not stupid." Midnight put the wiped cup back on the cup rack and said: "They can't be with you at the same time There are no ordinary people to start a war, but they will definitely take advantage of the collapse of the magic world to get rid of the wizards first. Before that, ordinary people are safe. "

Dead Boston was about to speak, but Midnight interrupted him and said, "Don't say that sooner or later it will harm ordinary people in London. I am a black man living in the slave trade period, and the East India Company is the industry of the British royal family. It's time for these slave owners to pay the price for what they have done. "

Several people were silent. They knew that Midnight was a white racist, and he was indeed a real victim of the slave trade, because he was born in the Caribbean in the 18th century, and his ancestors were black slaves sold here by the Spanish.

Jim had heard Constantine talk about Midnight's life experience before. There was no need to talk about the living environment of black people at that time. The two brothers and sisters were always trembling, just to survive. Fortunately, Midnight mastered a lot of voodoo techniques from his hometown. He was smart and good at handling things, so he lived a good life among the local blacks.

But one day, a black man found Midnight and mysteriously asked him to prepare a non-toxic powder. Midnight asked him what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted to poison the white slave owners and wanted to resist the city rulers who kept abusing them.

At that time, Midnight had no hope for this action, and took into account that he and his sister might be retaliated against, and did not want to lose the quiet life that he could barely survive, so he just got some useless materials and prepared some powder to give to the black man.

Sure enough, the action went wrong, and the black people who resisted died tragically, but the black man who sought help from Midnight survived. He led his black companions to Midnight's home, forced him to chop off his sister's head, and told him that as long as the white rulers still exist on this land, all the stable life is just an illusion, and only personal pain can make the oppressed people understand what the meaning of resistance is.

After that, Midnight became a little crazy, and kept chanting some mysterious spells to his sister's skull. People around him thought he had gone crazy because of the stimulation.

Later, he became more and more extreme, using the power of the evil gods in the Caribbean to make more blacks rise up in resistance, constantly creating riots, and constantly killing his own people under the guns of suppressing the riots. The black slaves who suffered large-scale massacres finally felt the so-called personal pain.

Later, the Civil War broke out, and Midnight, who had gained immortality through the power of the contract, did not stand out in this war. In the 1980s, he settled down in the metropolis and opened a bar there, which is now the Midnight Daddy where they are.

Midnight Daddy is the name of the bar, but not the name of Midnight. It’s just that this bar later became an important place for communication in the American magic world, and Midnight will make anyone who dares not to abide by the rules here pay the price, so people began to respect him as Midnight Daddy, or Midnight Godfather.

No one knows where Midnight Daddy’s mysterious and powerful voodoo power comes from, but the several turmoil in the American magic world has not affected this place at all, so when Jim wanted to seek allies, he first thought of Midnight.

Jim put his hands on the table, leaned forward and looked into Midnight's eyes and said, "You know you can't escape forever. London fell, and then Britain and Europe, and eventually the war will spread to the United States."

"Are you threatening me?" Midnight narrowed his eyes and said.

Dead Boston hurriedly grabbed Jim, he took a deep breath, looked at Midnight and said calmly, "You should understand that humans being enslaved and oppressed by vampires is no different from you and your compatriots being bullied by white slave owners. Do you want your compatriots to return to that dark life again?"

Midnight's fist clenched for a moment, but soon relaxed again. He looked at the dead man and said, "You are a smart man, but I can't help you."

After that, he walked to the back door behind the counter and looked around, then opened the back door to a few people. In an instant, a strong smell of blood drifted over.

"This is my former bartender, Jide. He was murdered when I went to the second floor to get something. Although I didn't see the murderer, judging from the wound on his chest, it should be the group of flying rats."

"I can't leave here and follow you to London, because once I leave, the Midnight Daddy Bar will fall, and the American magic world will suffer."

Bennett walked down from the chair next to the bar. He looked at Midnight and said, "Can you let me see the body?"

Midnight gave way, and Bennett walked over, checked the wound on the corpse's chest, and said: "It was indeed a vampire who did it. This is the mark left by the claws of blood magic. The person who did it may be the Blood Queen." Mary's descendants...they have actually come to the metropolis?"

"But..." Midnight, who was standing by the door with his arms folded, changed the topic and said: "As a bar owner, I am fairly well-informed. Do you know that Bruce Wayne held a variety show to search for black diamonds? "

Boston and Jim looked at each other and nodded, then walked back to the counter and sat down at midnight, and said: "That rich man is not here for love. Some of my guests have come into contact with that kind of black diamond, which contains... Extremely powerful."

"Some people say that black diamonds are fragments. As long as you can collect all the fragments and restore the original gems, you can master the powerful power that destroys the world. Many unlucky people in the American magic world who have lost the devil's contract want to regain their power. Already involved in the search for black diamonds.”

"You want us to find black diamonds?" Jim asked with a frown.

"Of course not, you can't run around like headless flies, otherwise London will be even more hopeless." Midnight put his hands on the counter, looked into Jim's eyes and said, "The vampires don't want to mess with ordinary humans now because they are afraid of modern weapons. Cause mass destruction to them.”

"Then you have to do the opposite, bring ordinary people into the situation, and make the water as muddy as possible. Think about it, in the chaotic situation, how can those bloodthirsty monsters not hold back and bite them off? The neck of an ordinary person appearing in front of him?"

"you mean……"

"Forge a batch of black diamonds, find a few people you trust to hold them, and then send out news from the Forgotten Bar, saying that these people have found the target, and bring those unlucky magicians who are hungry for power and ordinary people who want to get rich. and the media chasing after them.”

"Ordinary people don't know the dangers involved. They just want to get more black diamonds so they can exchange them for money from Wayne. You just need to let the bait lead them to wander around and visit every dark corner of London."

"If a vampire wants to act under such circumstances, it will inevitably be captured by ordinary people's cameras. Once panic is caused, the British government will inevitably step in. If the vampire does not want to face the stubborn resistance of the wizard and the artillery fire of ordinary people at the same time, it must sit down Come down and talk.”

Jim's face became serious, and Midnight said as if he had guessed what he was thinking: "Yes, ordinary people will be injured. This is also the purpose of giving you this advice. I said, slave owners' Future generations must bleed."

After several people left Midnight's Dad's Bar, Jim sighed and said: "Midnight is indeed powerful, but he is indeed a racial hatred. His methods may be effective, but we cannot completely see the problem from his perspective. We have to Protect ordinary people as much as possible.”

"The first task now is to find more allies. With more people, maybe this plan will not be so dangerous to implement. Let's go to Maiya."

After a few people left, Midnight sat in front of the bar for a while, then opened the back door and dragged the body of the bartender Jide to the tree in the backyard, and looked up towards the second floor.

He stood there quietly for a while, and then slowly walked up the stairs. The door of the guest room on the second floor had been pushed open, and the strong smell of blood came. A figure was leaning against the bed, covering his hands. abdomen.

It was Constantine who looked haggard.

"It's in your hands again, old man, cough cough." Constantine showed a weak bitter smile.

Midnight walked to the bedside, opened the medical kit he had just brought, started to bandage Constantine, and said: "Your pursuers killed my apprentice, you owe me again."

"How's that damn rat?"

"I burned him to ashes."

"My skill remains the same as before."

While bandaging Constantine's waist wound, Midnight said: "I really hate working with a second-rate mage like you, but I'm afraid we have to join forces this time. Those damn rats invaded my territory and killed The people who killed me are still screaming at me, and I will make them live and die.”

"Then you have to wait until I recover from my injuries. Don't use your damn voodoo powder on me. It smells too bad. Give me a cigarette. That's my best analgesic."

Midnight said nothing, but stood up. Before walking out the door, he said, "Stay here, I'll be back soon."

Constantine stared at the back of the door opening at midnight, and slowly narrowed his eyes, with an imperceptible light flashing in his eyes.

After leaving the room, Midnight came to the basement of Midnight Dad's Bar. It was decorated as a mysterious sacrificial place. The surrounding cabinets were filled with various sacrificial items, and at the feet was a huge magic circle.

In the center of the room stood a tall gray-white statue of a god. The statue was wearing a burly armor and had a pair of huge wings. Midnight walked to the statue and half-knelt down, clasped his hands together and recited a spell.

"Great Lord, you just summoned me?"

What came from the statue was Azazel's voice.

"His Majesty Satan has given an order to search for the angel Gabriel immediately. If you have any clues, please let me know through prayer!"

"As you wish, Master, I will leave immediately."

"Very good... By the way, your sister's birthday is in a few days. I don't have time to celebrate with her now, but I can't let her stay alone. Come over and comfort her then."

"Thank you for your kindness, my ever-great master. Your loyal believers will give you everything you want. Hell will last forever, and Azazel will be glorious forever."