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Xu Fu's scalp tingled, and cold sweat poured down his face. He had thought that he was hit by the black light last time because of carelessness, but it turned out that this was not the case at all.

The power of this magic is truly astonishing!

The young man was burning with rage and was about to concentrate all his strength to strike again when suddenly a piercing pain shot through his chest. He looked down in horror and saw the claw piercing his body and the beating heart inside it. He was stunned.

"This...how is this possible?"

Adam's five fingers were clenched tightly.

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His heart burst, blood splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xu Fu stepped forward and pulled sharply. A very tall and terrifying figure burst out from the young man's body amidst the raging green flames.

Xu Fu said in a cold voice.

“Lord Gast, this is the second time you’ve died by my hand.” “The third will come soon.”

Chapter 1110 I Need Your Help

The battle in the forest was short but dangerous: the enraged Gast actually joined the fight and decided to fight to the death. Fortunately, Xu Fu was well-prepared; otherwise, the black light alone would have been enough to give him a headache.

A tender sprout broke through the ground and transformed into a swamp monster with intertwined branches and leaves.

This is a base card that Xu Fu particularly likes.

Swamp Monster stared at the demon Adam, his mind filled with questions, but he ultimately restrained himself. Everyone has secrets, and even if he asked, given Xu Fu-Xiao's personality, he wouldn't tell him.

Xu Fu burned the demon Gast's soul to ashes, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.

"I'll need your help later."

The swamp monster sighed, "One body, two souls. So the Mask of Fate was real. Luckily you were able to find it, otherwise Gast would definitely have come back."

Xu Fu shook his head slightly, a solemn expression on his face.

"It's too early to say now; don't forget his other side of the personality."

Upon hearing this, the Swamp Monster's expression turned serious: President Lisa was one of the most powerful figures in the world, and he never expected that a monster would parasitize him.

It's easy to imagine how serious the consequences will be once the truth comes out.

...

On the other hand, after the young man's death, Joel Nash seemed to sense something, his face filled with distrust. At the same time, Sam Ryan received a text message from Xu Fu.

After reading the message, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and look at Joel Nash with an extremely dangerous gaze.

“Mr. President, no, I should call you Lord Devil Gast. Judging from your expression, I believe you must think that your other soul has been destroyed by the people I sent to destroy it, and now, only you are left.”

"Final warning: Leave the President's body or you will die here."

The Secret Service bodyguard looked back and forth between the president and General Sam, his face filled with confusion: "Mr. President, what's going on? A demon? General Ryan means that Your Excellency has been possessed by a demon? How is that possible?"

Joel Nash frowned, his eyes darting around. The young man's sudden death was a blow to him. He instantly realized that the other party had come prepared and even knew his weakness, so he did not hesitate to orchestrate this "traitorous" crime.

Their goal is to completely destroy themselves!

该死 的

Joel Nash was furious, but couldn't think of a good solution: the Secret Service had too few troops to stop the main force's attack, and it was impossible to expect them to take him away.

The only thing you can do right now is to procrastinate, and the longer you procrastinate, the better.

Thinking this, he shoved aside the bodyguard standing in front of him and roared, "General Ryan, I don't know what you're talking about, the demon Gast? I've never heard of such a thing. I don't know why you suspect I'm possessed by a demon, but I can tell you clearly that I am a human being, a pure human being. I advise you and the soldiers behind you, as president, what you are doing now is treason, a great disgrace to yourself, your family, and your friends. Can you bear the oath you once swore?"

An angry voice suddenly rang out, but received no response.

These soldiers were different from ordinary soldiers; their hearts and minds were extremely intense.

Sam Lane grinned: "Your acting is terrible."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and took a step.

The crowd behind them parted, and seven men and women dressed in strange clothes emerged. These people were all very old; some had lost their hair, while others were only teenagers. They carried various implements, such as canes, bone rings, necklaces made of animal teeth, and skulls that emitted a black glow.

Just as the seven men appeared, Joel Nash's expression changed.

magic

These people are all magicians.

Sam Lane muttered to himself, "Mr. Ant, at your service."

The elderly man at the head of the group nodded slightly and said in a low voice.

"If he truly has a demon within him, we will force him to reveal himself, but if not..."

Halfway through his sentence, Sam Lane stopped talking, made a face without any expression, and then said...

"I take full responsibility for all of this." "I will never convict you."

"I expect you to keep your promise, General Ryan."

Assassinating the president of the United States is no small matter; no one in the world could bear such a crime. The old man named Ant took a few steps forward, followed by six strangely dressed wizards. They took turns stepping aside, taking out their magical artifacts and placing them on the ground. As a low, hoarse incantation rang out, the air suddenly became agitated. The skull, bone and tooth necklace, bracelet, and cane emitted a black light, and large patches of black tadpole-shaped symbols emerged from them, connecting together to form a black, ink-like six-pointed star spell.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding soldiers involuntarily swallowed, and Sam Lane frowned, a solemn expression on his face.

Success or failure depends on this!

The wizard Ant pulled out a silver compass, the pointer pointing to the president in the crowd. He pounded his chest, blood spurting from his mouth and landing on the compass. The magic circle behind him emitted a blinding black light, which shot towards Joel Nash, transforming into countless symbols that bound him like chains.

Joel Nash did not resist; he remained calm and confident, seemingly quite certain of his own humanity.

The more he acted this way, the uglier the Secret Service's expressions became. Some people couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to take a step, but Ron Baker glared at them. Taking a step now would be suicide. What difference did it make? The other side had over a hundred people, and they were well-equipped special forces soldiers. Their side only had fourteen bodyguards at most. If they took a step, they would be riddled with bullets in an instant.

Their deaths are not important; what is important is the President.

Just as he was thinking this, the situation changed. A figure appeared from the magic circle, and upon closer inspection, he vaguely recognized Joel Nash.

The eldest of the seven wizards hesitated.

"There is no sign of evil within the President; his soul is human."

These words immediately caused a stir among the crowd, and even Sam Ryan frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Ron Baker sighed deeply and lamented...

"Stop talking, General. Don't get it wrong. The President is not evil. Your intelligence is flawed."

Sam Ryan fell silent and frowned.

At this moment, the wizard Grylls put the compass aside. He didn't know what terrible thing he had discovered, and his voice began to tremble.

"Little Sagrado, quick, get the bloody rag out."

The boy named Sagrido paused for a moment, then, without hesitation, quickly took out a wooden box, opened the lid, and inside was a piece of cloth that shimmered with a strange red light.

The boy used clips to pick up a corner of the strip of cloth and carefully laid it on the ground. The moment the cloth touched the ground, large spurts of purple blood gushed out, presenting a bizarre and terrifying scene.

Chapter 1111 No Longer Peaceful

The image of the Lord of Hell was engraved on a piece of cloth, with black wings, reclining red eyes, curved horns on his head, raging hellfire, and an unparalleled river of blood, all incredibly realistic and lifelike.

The moment the blood-stained cloth was spread out, the world changed color. Dark clouds drifted in from nowhere and covered the sky. The moonlight disappeared, the earth darkened, and the grass and trees fell down in gusts of wind. The sound of ghosts howling and wolves howling came from the forest.

Everyone's expression changed: what kind of blood-stained cloth could cause such a drastic change in a person?

Joel Nash's pupils constricted, and his face lost its composure.

The artifact left behind by Lucifer, the King of Hell!

Does this human boy really have demonic blood?

The mole cricket turned around and said, "Little Sagrado, hurry!"

Without hesitation, the boy bit his finger, squeezing out a drop of blood onto the cloth.

Crystal-clear droplets of blood slowly fell from the sky. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, then suddenly...

Give you

An explosion came from the plane, and a hurricane rose from the ground. A tsunami-like shockwave, mixed with debris, rushed in all directions, and everyone was thrown backward, including the boy. He seemed very worried about the bloodstained cloth and tried desperately to grab it, but suddenly, as soon as his fingers touched the cloth, there was a suction force, and the cloth flew away strangely.

The shockwave covered such a large area that special forces soldiers, mages, and Secret Service bodyguards all fell to the ground. Only the current president, Joel Nash, hovered in mid-air, clutching a blood-stained cloth, expressionless, and not looking human.

Ron Baker asked incredulously, "Mr. President, you are...."

"Shut up!"

Joel Nash suddenly rushed out, his eyes flashing with red flames.

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Ron Baker's brains exploded like a boiled watermelon, splattering blood onto large clumps of dirt.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly into the void.

Sam Lane got up from the ground: "Demon Gast, it really is you, you despicable bastard, how dare you possess the president!"

"kill him!"

Sam Ryan roared, his body burning with hatred, and the special forces soldiers behind him raised their weapons and fired at the president. The firelight swept through the room, forming an impenetrable net of fire.