Chapter 1489: Twilight Event (Part 11)

"Midnight, you must help us this time." Jim placed his hands on the bar counter and stared into the black man's eyes: "You know how urgent the situation is! The vampires are planning something big this time. The Blood Queen Mary and her descendants are wreaking havoc in London. If the magical world weren't on the verge of collapse, I wouldn't have come to you."

"Forget it, I have no interest in getting involved in those things." Midnight shrugged: "Anyway, my power is still there. If they dare to come, they will only die. As for the magical world, it can only be said that they brought it upon themselves. Why should I save them?"

"But the ordinary people of London..."

"Vampires aren't stupid." Midnight put the wiped glass back on the rack and said: "They can't fight you and ordinary people at the same time. They will definitely take advantage of the magical world's collapse to finish off the mages first. Before that, ordinary people are safe."

Deadman Boston was about to speak, but Midnight interrupted him: "Don't say anything about how it will eventually harm the ordinary people of London. I am a black man who lived during the slave trade era, and the East India Company is an industry of the British royal family. It's time for this group of slave-owner masters to pay the price for what they once did."

"I just came to see your state." Cain stood by the door, tidying the cufflinks on his wrists, and said.

Jim had heard Constantine talk about Midnight's background before. The living environment of black people at that time didn't need to be discussed. The two siblings had always been trembling, just seeking survival. Fortunately, Midnight mastered quite a few voodoo arts from his hometown, and he was clever and knew how to handle things, so he lived quite well among the local black people.

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 didn't hold any hope for this kind of action, and considering that he and his sister might be retaliated against, he didn't want to lose the quiet life that was barely passable, so he just casually got some useless materials and prepared some powder to send to the black man.

Sure enough, the action went wrong, and the resisting black people all died miserably. But the black man who sought help from Midnight survived. He led his black companions to Midnight's home, forced him to cut off his sister's head, and told him that as long as white rulers still existed on this land, all stable lives were just illusions, and only personal pain could let the oppressed understand the meaning of resistance.

Afterward, Midnight became a bit crazy, constantly 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 region to make more black people rise up and resist, constantly creating riots, constantly letting his kin die under the guns of suppressing riots, and the black slaves who suffered large-scale massacres finally experienced the so-called personal pain.

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

Midnight Daddy is the name of the bar, but it is not Midnight's name. It is just because this bar later became an important place for exchanges in the American magical world, and Midnight would make anyone who dared not to follow the rules here pay the price, so people began to respectfully call him Midnight Daddy, or Midnight Godfather.

No one knew where Midnight Daddy's mysterious and powerful voodoo power came from, but several upheavals in the American magical world did not affect this place at all. Therefore, when Jim wanted to seek allies, he thought of Midnight first.

Jim placed his hands on the counter, leaned forward, and stared into Midnight's eyes: "You know you can't escape forever. London falls, then England and Europe, and eventually the war will spread to the United States."

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

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

Midnight's fists clenched for a moment, but soon relaxed. He looked at Deadman and said: "You are a smart man, but I can't help."

After finishing, Midnight walked to the back door behind the counter, looked left and right, and then pulled open the back door for several people. Instantly, a thick smell of blood drifted over.

"This is my previous bartender, Gide. Just when I went to the second floor to get something, he was killed. Although I didn't see the murderer, judging from the wound on his chest, it should be that group of flying rats."

"I can't leave here and follow you to London, because once I leave, Midnight Daddy's bar falls, and the American magical world will also be in trouble."

Bennett walked down from the chair beside the bar counter. He looked at Midnight and said: "Can you let me see the corpse?"

Midnight made way. Bennett walked over, checked the wound on the corpse's chest, and said: "It is indeed done by vampires. This is the trace left by blood magic claws. The person who did it might be a descendant of the Blood Queen Mary... They have actually run to Metropolis?"

"However..." Midnight, who was standing by the door with his arms crossed, changed the subject and said: "As the bar owner, I have quite a bit of information. Do you know about Bruce Wei En hosting a variety show to search for black diamonds?"

Boston and Jim looked at each other and nodded. Midnight walked back behind the counter and sat down, saying: "That rich man is not for any love. Some of my guests have come into contact with that kind of black diamond, and there is extremely powerful energy contained within them."

"Some people say that black diamonds are fragments. As long as you can collect all the fragments and restore the original gemstone, you can master the powerful power to destroy the world. Many unlucky mages in the American magical world who have lost their demon contracts have already participated in the black diamond search activity."

"Do you want us to find black diamonds?" Jim frowned and asked.

"Of course not. You can't run around like headless flies, otherwise London will be even more hopeless." Midnight placed his hands on the counter, looking into Jim's eyes and saying: "Vampires don't want to provoke ordinary humans now, because they are afraid of the massive damage modern firearms will cause them."

"Then you have to do the opposite, pull ordinary people into the game, and make the water as muddy as possible. Think about it, in a chaotic situation, how can those bloodthirsty monsters resist not biting the necks of ordinary people who appear in front of them?"

"You mean..."

"Forge a batch of black diamonds, find a few people you trust to hold them, and then release the news from the Forgotten Bar, saying that these people have already found the target, and trick those unlucky mages who crave power, ordinary people who want to make a fortune, and the media chasing behind their butts to come over."

"Ordinary people don't know the danger inside. They just want to get more black diamonds to exchange for money at Wei En's. You just need to let the bait lead them to run around, walking through every dark corner of London."

"If vampires want to act in this situation, it is inevitable that they will be captured by the cameras of ordinary people. Once panic is caused, the British government will inevitably come forward. If vampires don't want to face the desperate resistance of mages and the artillery fire of ordinary people at the same time, they must sit down and talk."

Jim's face became serious. Midnight seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and said: "Yes, ordinary people will definitely be hurt. This is also the purpose of my giving you this suggestion. I said, the descendants of slave owners must bleed."

After several people left the Midnight Daddy's bar, Jim sighed and said: "Midnight is indeed powerful, but he is indeed a racial supremacist. His method might be effective, but we can't look at the problem entirely from his perspective. We must preserve ordinary people as much as possible."

"The primary task now is to find more allies. With more manpower, perhaps this plan won't be so dangerous. Let's go, go to Maya."

After several people left, Midnight sat in front of the bar for a while, then pushed open the back door to drag the corpse of the bartender Gide to the tree in the backyard, looking up toward the second floor.

He stood there quietly for a while, then walked upstairs slowly along the stairs. The door of the guest room on the second floor had been pushed open, a rich smell of blood drifted over, and a figure leaned against the side of the bed, holding his abdomen with his hand.

It was the haggard Constantine.

"Fell into your hands again, old pal, cough cough." Constantine revealed a weak, bitter smile.

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

"How is that damned rat?"

"Burned to ashes by me."

"Skills haven't diminished over the years."

Midnight said while bandaging the wound on Constantine's waist: "I really dislike working with a second-rate mage like you, but I'm afraid we must unite this time. That group of damned stinking rats invaded my territory, killed my people, and shouted at me. I will make them wish they were dead."

"That will have to wait until I recover from my injuries. Don't give me those damned voodoo powders of yours, they smell too bad. Give me a cigarette, that's my best painkiller."

Midnight said nothing, but stood up. Before walking out the door, he opened his mouth and said: "Stay here honestly, I'll be back soon."

Constantine watched Midnight's back as he opened the door, narrowed his eyes slowly, and a flash of light that was not easily detected flashed in his eyes.

After Midnight left the room, he came to the basement of the Midnight Daddy's bar. It was arranged as a mysterious sacrificial place. The cabinets around were filled with all kinds of sacrificial items, and under his feet was a huge magic circle.

In the center of the room stood a tall, gray-white statue of a god. The statue wore burly armor and possessed a pair of huge wings. Midnight walked under the statue and knelt halfway, putting his hands together to chant a spell.

"Great Lord, did you just summon me?"

And the voice of Azazel came from the statue.

"His Majesty Satan has ordered, immediately go find the traces of the angel Gabriel. If there is any clue, tell me through prayer!"

"As you wish, Master, I will set off immediately."

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

"Thank you for your mercy, forever great Master. Your loyal believer will offer you everything you want. Hell exists forever, Azazel's glory exists forever." ===== CHAPTER 1490 =====