Chapter 114: Nemesis, Demon Ordog

And the reason she remembered these was because she thought of a conjecture she had when checking information back then: who was the astrologer's final sacrifice offered to?

A sacrifice necessarily requires a sacrificial object. If the target is not clear, the final result will deviate.

And in the Hungarian mythology of that time, the most famous demon that also seduced humans was Ordog, transliterated as Ordog.

Later, after being incorporated into Christian mythology, it was directly equated with the demon in Christianity, and some even believed it had a connection with Satan, being one side of Satan, or one of the Satans.

Opinions varied.

But recalling the inverted pentagram depicted on the box storing the Tarot cards, that was a very famous Satan symbol in Christianity and also a ritual symbol for summoning demons.

Combining the two, it seemed that the target of the other party's sacrifice could already be determined.

Therefore, changing into a demon image, its strength would likely be greatly amplified. This card might be the astrologer's strongest card.

That man was in danger.

Alma's eyes flickered, "Get ready, we must grab those Tarot cards in a while."

The other three young people nodded nervously.

At this point, they had no choice. If they didn't break the curse, no one would survive.

However, that mysterious person seemed... not a bad person?

Louis naturally didn't know Alma's conjecture and worry, but he didn't feel threatened either.

Although the black-robed soul in front of him had turned into a demon, it was ultimately not a real demon and didn't have such strong strength. And even if it were a real demon, it wasn't like he hadn't seen one before.

There was still one locked in the box, burning every day.

So Louis was completely unafraid.

What's more... this guy was a bit stupid.

It seemed to be a physical attack type. The demon that the black-robed soul turned into grinned and lunged forward, its pitch-black sharp claws pressing straight toward Louis. Meiqiu beside him howled violently, its eyes fierce, its whole body emitting a faint black light, and it bit toward the demon.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!!

Streams of black smoke came out from the wound. The demon felt pain and waved its claws, but Meiqiu dodged nimbly and jumped far away instead.

At this time, looking at the demon that had approached, a smile appeared on Louis's lips, and he snapped his fingers.

Snap!

Boom!!!

Raging dark green flames ignited in an instant.

The highly spreading flames quickly wrapped the entire demon, burning every limb.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

Perhaps the pain that touches the soul is just that terrifying. Even the demon couldn't bear it. The clown demon in the box was like this, and the fake demon now was also like this.

Poisonous Fire Art was a double special attack against demons. A fake demon? Is it a soul? Is it evil? Yes? Then that's right!

Bang! Snap!

The wooden boards were smashed, wood chips flew, pieces of furniture fell, stones were cut with gaps, the terrifying wind of the fist extinguished all the candles, one hole after another appeared, and the whole room was shaking, seeming to be on the verge of collapsing. The demon was displaying its destructive power to its heart's content.

If Louis wasn't a sorcerer but an ordinary martial artist, with Louis's physical strength and the opponent's pure physical confrontation, he would really only be left to be dismembered.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs.

What was in front of him was just a short-lived madness.

Ten seconds.

It was only ten seconds.

Snap!

The fake demon had already fallen to the ground with a bang, its whole body filled with sparks, its incomplete limbs changing back and forth between charred and restored, its eyes still looking at Louis fiercely, its hands and feet struggling, seeming to still want to fight.

Louis, who had dodged the madness by relying on his body's agility, extinguished the flames but didn't immediately approach. He just stared at this fake demon. Gradually, the fake demon's figure, which had been burned to incompleteness, began to twist and change, turning back into the black-robed soul.

Only then did Louis step forward.

Meiqiu, who had just interfered, was now also holding its head high and chest out, leaning forward, and even consciously walking in front, howling at the black-robed soul.

Suddenly.

Louis reached out and blew a breath.

A willow leaf turned into a golden blade and stabbed straight toward the black-robed soul.

Pfft!

"Ah!"

She let out a cry of pain subconsciously, her body struggling, but she had no ability to stand up. The pain that had just gone straight into her soul had already taken away most of her ability to resist.

Listening to the weak, powerless cry, Louis nodded with satisfaction and came before the opponent.

He squatted down, looking regretful.

"It seems I won this battle of arts. I thought you could create some accidents at the end and summon the Tarot monster, but it turns out you can't."

The black-robed soul's ugly white face stared at Louis, roaring, its malice not decreasing at all.

Louis wasn't surprised. Looking at this old-fashioned black robe, he knew that the time the opponent had been merged with the curse wasn't short, and the number of people she had killed during that time was probably not small. Her mind was probably already paranoid and crazy.

Unless she was burned by the poisonous fire for a good period of time like the clown demon, she wouldn't be honest.

And the reason he didn't use a killing move at the beginning, besides wanting to fight a battle of arts and the distance not being enough, wasn't it because he wanted to save the opponent for research?

Even if he couldn't research anything, this mechanism of forced divination and then hunting could be used as a curse method to supplement himself.

As a Left Path sorcerer, he had too few signature curse methods.

Seeing that the opponent was too weak to resist, Louis prepared to collect the Tarot cards. These were trophies.

However, he couldn't collect them himself. Who knew what was going on with the curse inside? Louis rolled his eyes and looked at the four people huddled in the corner.

It had to be said that humans are visual animals.

Seeing Louis look over, the four of them all had different expressions, but they no longer had the previous fear. When Louis first broke in, they were all very nervous. Seeing him breathing fire and golden light flashing, they subconsciously thought he was some kind of wizard.

Now that they had recovered a bit, curiosity occupied the upper hand instead.

After all, Louis looked like a person, and his appearance was quite good. He shouldn't be a bad person... right?

"You guys, one of you come out and help me collect the Tarot cards," Louis said.

Hearing this, Alma nodded calmly and stood up to start collecting. The other three young people also consciously moved, and soon they collected all the Tarot cards and put them into the pentagram box.

When all the Tarot cards were put into the box, the black-robed soul on the ground dissipated in an instant. It looked like it had returned to the Tarot cards.

One of the female students, who was the leader among the young people, handed over the Tarot box. Seeing that they were completely normal, Louis felt slightly relieved.

The female student wanted to say something but stopped, looking at Louis, and couldn't help but say, "This Tarot card is very dangerous, don't play with it."

Louis rolled his eyes and didn't bother with the other party. What a waste of words; otherwise, how would you have been cursed?

At this time, Alma suddenly said, "The curse is all on the astrologer's soul. These Tarot cards are just a medium. The curse won't spread along with them."

Louis glanced at her, understanding what she meant by saying this, but he was still noncommittal.

It was really that this person was too weak, and what she said had to be questioned, otherwise, he was afraid it would be easy to be pitted. However, it was not without value.

Wrapping the box with a cloth and carrying it by the cloth strip, Louis ignored the three young people and looked at Alma, "I think we can have a chat."

Alma nodded and coughed weakly twice, "Okay."

The female student next to her saw that she was ignored and felt embarrassed. A male student behind her felt angry in his heart and seemed to want to stand up for her, but was pulled by another female student next to him in time.

"Let's go, I just want to go home now."

"Master Alma, we..."

Alma looked at Louis and, seeing that he was expressionless, nodded.

The three people felt as if they had been granted amnesty and immediately opened the door and walked out.

Today's encounter was enough to warn them for a lifetime, although whether they would court death in the future was another matter.

Seeing the young people leave, Alma said to Louis, "This... sir, is there anything I can help you with? Cough, cough."

Louis smiled politely, "Ms. Alma, I just have some questions I want to consult you about."

"But it looks like your condition is not very good."

After saying that, Louis brought over the water cup in the corner that looked like it had been brought by those young people and pulled a yellow talisman from his pocket.

"Divine water rises, ten thousand miles of essence light, five thunders spread energy, destroy all inauspiciousness, return to the spleen and enter the stomach, penetrate the gallbladder and pass through the intestines..."

The yellow talisman burned and dissolved in the water. After a moment of turbidity, it turned clear. He handed the water cup over.

Alma looked at Louis in shock, took the talisman water, and drank it without saying a word.

After a cup of talisman water, her condition visibly improved. Her face was no longer pale and had more color.

"Now, let's have a good chat."

Sitting on the stool.

Louis first asked about the cause and effect of this matter.

Sure enough, as expected, this matter was caused by those young people courting death.

Because they rented this villa for a birthday party, they were bored and took the divination box in the basement, and insisted that one of the divination enthusiasts perform divination for everyone, and then something happened the next day.

Two people died directly. Because they realized the problem, they found Alma, a diviner who had some fame in the vicinity. Coincidentally, Alma had personally experienced the horror event caused by this divination box, but she escaped because she didn't perform divination for herself.

Later, she specifically researched and looked up the origin of this divination box, so she stepped in to help, but she didn't expect that she couldn't win, the exorcism didn't succeed, and she was almost reverse-exorcised instead.

"Sigh, I just realized that the power of this box is indeed not something I can resist. Its origin may be related to..."

Subsequently, Alma told about the astrologer's origin and that she might have sacrificed to Ordog.

"... Ordog is only a great demon in Hungarian mythology, but later... it might be a member of Satan, or a part of Satan. In short, it should have a connection with Satan."

"In this case, how could I possibly resist her."

Alma mocked herself.

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