In the early days, perhaps in ancient times, or perhaps before ancient times, the first power that Western humans had mastered seemed to start from external objects.

Blood, objects in nature contaminated with special auras, special languages, etc. As media to contact the extraordinary power existing in nature, they are gradually discovered and applied.

Lucifer bit his finger and wrote it on Uncle Em's body with blood. It was an ancient Hebrew character, and it also belonged to the mysterious category in the ancient Hebrew writing system.

But there is no doubt that this is a system beyond her own power. Even ordinary people can apply it if they have enough media and know how to operate it.

Of course, such a crude application of ancient extraordinary power would not be effective enough to go anywhere.

But for Lucifer's current state, this was an opportunity to prevent her from completely losing and having no chance of a comeback. Although, she had never thought about making a comeback.

"Hey...it seems that my blood still contains the original power."

Lucifer frowned as she watched the bloody spell written on Uncle Am's body begin to glow under her operation.

From this, she can deduce some of the mysteries of her current loss of power. Perhaps she just cut off the communication with her original power, like a blocked road.

Of course, she did not think that this blocked road would be easily opened.

In this way, since the power contained in the blood is still there, then there are more types of operations she can perform... Lucifer thought for a moment and then came up with a new idea.

"su-duo-ta...a-war...ga-qi-xi...ku-o...weng..."

Her lips moved, uttering strange syllables one after another... This was using her blood as a medium, an ancient summoning magic that could be summoned from hell to provide a way to drive the familiar.

Lucifer did not dare to summon a familiar that was too powerful, otherwise the ship would capsize at any time in her current state.

The bloody spell on Uncle Eminem's chest began to become vivid, and the strange words began to twist, and then penetrated into Uncle Eminem's body. His entire body was drying up rapidly at this time, and all organic matter was here

When it begins to transform into the source of power for this magic.

After his entire body melted away, only a ball of red material remained on the ground. They gathered together and eventually turned into a red ball of light like a red egg of light!

Click!

The eggshell suddenly became tired, and a small thing emerged from the bare egg, finally resting on Lucifer's shoulder.

Blood red, with a body like a flame, it has no completely fixed form, no arms or legs, but it is a familiar that can grow continuously by sucking blood, named: Blood Elf.

A familiar like blood elf is probably the most suitable for Lucifer. She can feed this blood elf with her own blood, and finally train the blood elf to a very high level, so as to create a creature of her own.

Of course, this may take an extremely long time.

This blood elf might not be able to absorb even a milligram of her blood now.

After the blood elves were summoned, the frantic black-and-white tamarins all around instinctively sensed the danger and grinned at Lucifer.

Lucifer snorted coldly and glanced at these black-and-white tamarins. The blood elf on his shoulder felt the will of his master, and flew out to suck the blood of these black-and-white tamarins.

But in an instant, the blood of dozens of black and white tamarins were swallowed up. When the blood elves answered Lucifer's side again, their bodies had already grown some. The growth rate of the newborn blood elves was not bad.

at this time.

"Uncle Eminem? Are you there? Uncle Eminem...Lucy...Uncle Eminem..."

It was Sharti's voice. She might have heard something, so she headed here to search. Lucifer patted the blood elf next to him, and suddenly had a new idea.

To cultivate blood elves, it is best to feed them high-quality blood, such as virgin blood, from the early stages.

There is no doubt that Sharti is an ideal blood sacrifice.

As for the old nun in the monastery, her quality seems to be good. Although she is old, she has always maintained her purity. More importantly, Mother Teresa still possesses the seeds of holy power.

After thinking carefully for a while, a strange smile appeared on Lucifer's face.

She lost her power and was imprisoned as a child...but she was still the arrogant master and the queen who ruled the hell. She had no intention of accepting the consequences.

"Stop shouting, I'm here, come here." Lucifer suddenly shouted loudly in the direction of Charlotte.

Not long after, Charti trotted over. When she saw Lucifer, who was unharmed, Charti was very happy. She carefully observed Lucifer's body, as if she was afraid that she was injured.

"I'm fine, and I'm pretty good so far." Lucifer patted Sharti's palm away.

The blood elf was now attached to her body, turning into a blood-red flame mark on the skin on her back.

"By the way, have you seen Uncle Eminem? Lucy?" Charlotte asked at this time.

"No..." Lucifer subconsciously wanted to say no, but as soon as he uttered a word, he started to have a splitting headache again and broke out in cold sweat.

"I saw it." Lucifer looked at Sharti and said with great sincerity: "He was killed by me. I used his soul and body as materials to make a familiar."

"Oh~" Charti nodded, then took Lucifer's hand: "Uncle Amu should be fine, maybe we go back to the camp first. If we go further, I'm afraid I will get lost too.

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"I said, I killed him."

"Oh..." Sharti nodded: "Are you hungry?"

"...Let's go back to the camp."

…

"By the way, Lucy..."

"My name is Lucifer."

"By the way, Lucifer, where do you live?"

"hell."

"What a poor child...it is indeed like hell to be treated like this." Charti looked at the collar and chain on Lucifer, as well as her weak appearance when she appeared.

"..."

"After people outside clear the road, I will take you to the police station right away. They can help you! Child abuse is a very serious crime!" Sharti was indignant.

Lucifer looked at the stars and said, "The police can't help me."

"Could it be...could it be that the person who tortured you has a good background?" Sharti frowned.

"No one in heaven or on earth, including the God you believe in, would choose to go against it if they could."

Charti nodded: "Well... I think I can begin to understand what you mean. Although the description is a bit weird, it should be a big deal."

She recalled the inappropriate-sized red skirt she was wearing when she picked it up. She didn't know why she wore it like this, but looking at the skirt, it seemed to be a very high-end product.

In the words of Uncle Eminem, this is a child with a very rich imagination. Perhaps, after suffering a lot of cruel treatment in daily life, hiding in the world of fantasy can be the safe haven for her soul, right?

Thinking of this, Charti's pity for Lucifer increased a little more, and she had a vague idea in her heart.

"Lucifer, do you have any relatives who can help you?"

Lucifer looked at the sky and sneered: "Fellow? You probably want me to die."

She stood quietly, looking at the stars, with a complicated expression, but Charti suddenly hugged her tightly from behind and whispered: "Don't be afraid, you won't have nowhere to go. Sister Delan and I will take care of you. You

Why not stay in the monastery for now?"

"Okay." Lucifer nodded, "I don't want to stay here anymore. Can you take me back to the monastery now?"

"This... let's wait for Uncle Ammu to come back in the camp and then tell him." Sharti considered.

Lucifer said: "Can't you just leave a note explaining it? Anyway, don't you think he is fine?"

"But... okay." Sharti nodded: "Then let's go back to the monastery first."

I always feel that it is easy to be led by this little guy.

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Walking through less crowded or complicated alleys, the man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt soon came to an alley filled with various graffiti.

Batman Alley is a very famous local tourist attraction. Of course, this mysterious man cannot come here as a tourist.

After twisting and turning, he soon came to the back of a tavern.

The man quickly knocked on the back door a few times with a certain rhythm before someone opened the door to answer.

After the man entered the door, he opened his jumpsuit and hat and saw that there were many guys in the room... all of them were members of the 'LK Brotherhood'.

"Where's the boss?" he asked.

"The boss is upstairs talking to someone about something."

"who?"

The companion shook his head: "I don't know, she's a woman, her body is quite hot, but she looks like a white-collar worker, I really want to have sex with her!"

The man nodded and said calmly: "Then I'll go up later. Today's goods have been scattered, I'm going to take a rest first."

The companion made an OK gesture, then turned on the stereo in the room, and a burst of loud singing sounded. Many guys in the room began to put some white powder in spoons, then heated it with lighters and smoked it.

Within a few minutes, this place was like a demon field, confusing and exciting.

…

At the same time, it seemed much quieter upstairs... but it also seemed much more dangerous. For the two men who were tied with plastic straps, death might be waiting for them.

In fact, before they were tied to the ground, they had been beaten so hard that they could barely see their original appearance. Now they fell to the ground, their internal organs had probably been beaten to pieces, and their consciousness was very confused.

This is an office-type place. A man in his thirties is sitting on the executive chair, playing with the tip of a knife in his hand.
To be continued...