Chapter 223: Exorcism

The air in the room seemed to be frozen, and the cold temperature was disturbing. Every time Byrne took a breath, his lungs felt like being cut by a sharp blade. The condensed malice spread in the air, like an invisible black fog seeping into every corner.

The thin black shadow was the devil.

The devil was a mysterious existence living in hell, an evil thing without a physical body. Their appearance in the real world was just a projection in the field of mysticism. Even if they were destroyed, it would not affect the entity in hell.

The air around was cold, and the black shadow devil stretched out his shadow hand with malice and grabbed Byrne without hesitation.

Byrne and March had to face more than just the threat of the thin black shadow devil.

There was also a black, cheetah-like monster that suddenly appeared in the room. It was also a demon, and suddenly pounced on March from the corner.

Instant transfer.

An invisible sand table appeared in Byrne's hand. The next moment, the thin black shadow devil suddenly came in front of March, blocking the dark cheetah devil.

His original intention was to let both sides attack each other, but a surprising scene appeared. The dark cheetah demon passed through directly and passed over the body of the shadow demon.

"Huh?"

Byrne was surprised to see that the cheetah demon was about to pounce on March, but the emerald elf was extremely flexible. She retreated quickly like a flying bird, spinning in the air, and then fell lightly.

"Boom!"

The cheetah demon hit the ground hard, but did not hurt March at all.

The ground was instantly shattered. The cheetah demon exerted great power, but that was not the most difficult part of it. The most terrifying thing was the breath it exuded, like hell, and like the abyss, as if it could annihilate things as soon as it touched.

March quickly made a judgment that he must not let that thing touch him, as it could kill him in just one touch.

Byrne took the opportunity to look at Viscount Bester and was stunned.

The old man who had always been strong had completely lost consciousness. He fell to the ground very weakly and did not move, and his old body kept shaking.

He had never seen Viscount Bester so defenseless and vulnerable when he lost his power. He was as weak and vulnerable as a baby.

It was not until this moment that Byrne knew that Viscount Bester had really aged.

Suddenly, the whole world fell.

The black slender ghost had reached out his hand and quickly pressed Byrne's shadow. The moment the shadow was pressed, Byrne's world completely fell, and then he fell towards the sky!

"What kind of power is this?"

Byrne's whole body hit the ceiling hard in an instant, and then he did not panic, but leaned on the ceiling and stared at the slender ghost.

"Flame."

He waved his hand and launched many flame butterflies, which quickly surrounded the slender ghost.

Today is different from the past.

The heat wave came with a scorching breath, almost suffocating.

Those flame butterflies were much hotter and more sensitive than when he was just a "mystic scholar". They hit the body of the slender ghost in an instant.

Burning!

The power of the flame hurt the slender ghost demon. It had no facial features, let alone organs for speaking, but it continued to make mournful screams, which made people feel creepy.

"Swoosh!"

March raised his hand quickly and shot out an extremely sharp arrow, but it only passed through the body of the cheetah demon and did not cause any damage at all.

The Emerald Elf stared at the demon expressionlessly, without any panic because of the ineffective attack.

"I have read the contents recorded in a book. Those guys are not afraid of physical damage. Other methods with mystical concepts must be used! For example, fire! Ice! Lightning!"

"I understand."

The elf's face once again showed an arrogant smile, and his body was very flexible to dodge the attack again and again, and then shot the arrow again.

Obviously, this arrow looked no different from the previous one, but the moment it hit the cheetah demon, it made the cheetah demon wail and fall to the ground, and the effect was even more obvious than the fire used by Byrne.

"That's the breath of natural power..."

Byrne raised his eyebrows and continued to suppress the slender ghost demon with flames. He immediately discovered that the second arrow of the emerald elf actually grew emerald green sprouts, and the strong breath of natural life filled the entire room.

So that's how it is. March can directly infuse weapons with the power of nature.

Suddenly, one of March's arrows was aimed at Best, but Byrne glared at her and gave up.

The battle between the two sides did not last long. Byrne and March, who found the trick, quickly won.

They always controlled their output and tried not to destroy the room as much as possible, because there were many ordinary people in the manor. If both of them went all out, they might kill a lot of innocent people.

Moreover, Viscount Best himself was also in a defenseless state at this time. If they attacked without scruples, they might even hurt Viscount Best.

When those demons were completely defeated, a lot of black smoke came out of their bodies, and finally drifted away and disappeared.

"How is he?"

March looked at Byrne calmly, who was helping Viscount Best, and asked.

"It seems that there is no big problem. He just fell into a coma for some reason. That's all."

Byrne shook his head calmly, stretched out his hand and put a dose of medicine into Viscount Best's mouth, and then waited for him to wake up.

The other extraordinary people in Maple Leaf Manor came one after another, and Director Renzo was the first to arrive. He thought that Byrne had attacked Best for a moment, and it took him a few seconds to figure out the general situation.

"What happened here just now?"

He took a deep breath, frowned and looked at Byrne, and asked word by word.

"Why are there traces of fighting in the room?"

Byrne couldn't help but think back to twenty years ago, when Renzo questioned himself in the same way. In fact, he didn't like Renzo in his heart.

He nodded gently and said calmly:

"It may be the price of using some kind of taboo strange object. He suddenly became like this. I don't know the specific situation. The Viscount needs to wake up and explain it in person."

Finally, Viscount Best opened his eyes again and looked at the surrounding situation in confusion.

He expressed his gratitude in a hoarse voice: "Thank you for saving me, Byrne, Ms. March."

Byrne immediately asked with concern: "How are you now?"

Renzo also said quickly and anxiously: "What happened just now? Brother."

Viscount Best laughed, shook his head and said in a low voice:

"It's not a big deal, it's just the backlash of the forbidden object. You don't need to ask for the details. I don't want to tell you all."

Everyone looked at each other. Since Viscount Best had said so, it was obviously unpleasant for them to continue asking.

Then, the old man gave another order.

"Everyone else can leave, Byrne, you stay alone, I have something to say to you."

Viscount Best stared into Byrne's eyes, and Renzo and others could only obey orders, so they left the room one by one.

However, March did not obey Viscount Best's obligations, but looked at Byrne calmly.

Byrne said politely, "Please go out first, Ms. March."

"Okay."

March nodded gently and turned to leave the room.

Afterwards, Byrne and Viscount Bester were the only ones left in the room.

The two were silent for a long time. Viscount Bester slowly stood up and took out a bottle of very expensive famous wine from the secret compartment in the study, showing a sincere smile.

"That elf was really arrogant just now, Byrne Fisher, do you want to hear my story? I don't know why, but now I want to say something sentimental."

"Yeah."

Byrne nodded. In fact, he has always been very curious about Viscount Bester. Not only him, I am afraid that 99% of people on the East Coast will be interested in Viscount Bester's deeds.

However, there are very few people in the world who can really enter Viscount Bester's heart.

When the champagne was gently tilted, the golden liquid flowed out, and the bubbles kept dancing in the liquid, as if precious gems were shining with a faint light.

The two sat facing each other on both sides of the table. After Viscount Best poured the wine, he raised a glass of champagne, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he stared at it for a long time.

"It happened more than seventy years ago. One night, an ordinary noble heir was born into the Rhine family."