Chapter 506 Kent's Nightmare

What old Kent said was absolutely correct. Although he didn't mind his son torturing Ma Ti, he would never allow his son to kill it directly.

You know, this is the last house-elf in their family.

If it dies, the Kent family will become a second-rate family without house-elfs in the future, which is something old Kent absolutely cannot tolerate.

And young Kent obviously knew this, so he waved his hand and took the initiative to disperse his spell and said:

"Get out! You old waste!"

Ma Ti kowtowed and left with tears of gratitude. Before leaving, he did not forget to wipe the floor wet with his tears again.

This made the Twilight Vampires who were watching on the side feel a chill.

Young Kent was obviously still angry. His fierce eyes swept back and forth among the people in the hall, as if he would stand up and attack at any time.

This made everyone present very uneasy, including old Kent.

You know, when little Kent gets mad, he won't recognize his relatives. Even if it's his own father, he will not show mercy.

"Ahem!"

After coughing twice in embarrassment, old Kent stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, from the corridor on the left side of the hall, a beautiful girl with a graceful figure and long white hair, also wearing a nightgown, walked out.

The girl twisted her waist and walked in front of Kent and his son with a sweet smile. At this moment, little Kent had long lost his previous furious look. With an evil smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and took the girl into his arms.

This was not over yet. Little Kent didn't care that there were other people here at all. He directly put his hand into the girl's nightgown in front of his father and many vampires.

Little Kent's hand was not honest, but the white-haired girl didn't care. Instead, she echoed and made an alluring hum.

Old Kent swallowed hard and tried not to look at the scene over there.

He bought this veela as a toy from a slave trader after he came to the United States. This was one of the rare hobbies of old Kent. Over the years, he had played with almost all kinds of intelligent creatures. The reason why his offspring were so rare was partly because of this. Human energy was limited.

Of course, with so many seeds, there were naturally many that took root and sprouted. However,

in the eyes of old Kent, those small sprouts were not worthy of the name of Kent, so they were all destroyed by him.

As for sharing a woman with his son, old Kent was also very open-minded. After all, those intelligent lives were just toys in his eyes.

But he still felt a little uncomfortable watching his son play. You know, due to the decline of their family, there was only this one toy left in their family, which was not enough for the two of them.

Fortunately, their toy box would soon be replenished...

Thinking of this, old Kent slowly turned his head and looked at the beautiful female vampire next to Carlisle.

The body of a vampire has no temperature. Old Kent could not help but get excited when he imagined the excitement after entering.

The female vampire stared at by Old Kent felt a chill sweeping over her body. The malice in Old Kent's eyes was no longer concealed.

Perhaps because he felt that his gaze was too direct, Old Kent coughed twice with a little embarrassment, and then turned his gaze to Carlisle and said,

"Okay, Carlisle. Let's continue the previous topic. What were you going to say just now?"

Hearing this, the vampire Carlisle lowered his head silently, and his eyes fell on Old Kent's scarred ancient wand, which was inherited from the ancestors of the Kent family.

This is the authority of a wizard!

Carlisle suddenly sighed for some reason.

He knew very well that he actually had no power to refuse from the beginning.

Although they have lived here for hundreds of years and have become the nominal masters of this place, in fact, it is just a little crumbs that the wizards have slipped through their fingernails. As long as the wizards want, they can take this land away at any time without considering the feelings of themselves and others. Even in the eyes of wizards, they are just insignificant ants and property. The

Hundred Races Contract engraved on the wall of the Magic Congress Hall, which symbolizes the equality of all beings, is simply bullshit. Those Aurors and strikers will not provide them with so-called legal protection at all.

Now the only choice before him is to obey. He knows very well that if he dares to say anything wrong, the two wizards sitting in front of him will raise their wands to kill him and others.

But is it the right choice to surrender to the other party?

No, that is just a slow death!

Judging from the behavior and attitude shown by the other party, they will not have a good life if they choose to surrender!

For a moment, the light in Carlisle's eyes was slowly dimming. Although the bonfire in the fireplace beside him was still burning, he felt as if his body was falling into an ice cellar. A feeling of despair was gradually spreading in his body.

The silence continued, but old Kent did not urge him. He just smiled at Carlisle and showed great patience.

However, this was just an illusion. The reason why old Kent was so unhurried was just to appreciate the desperate expression on Carlisle's face at the moment. For him, this was simply the most beautiful scenery in the world.

But his son, young Kent, did not have such interests and hobbies. Seeing that Carlisle was silent for a long time, young Kent instantly got angry.

He pushed the veela lying on top of him away and roared:

"You beasts are too slow! I'll give you ten more seconds. If I don't get the answer I want in ten seconds, you all will die!"

As Kent's roar echoed in the wide hall, a large number of werewolves suddenly rushed out of the dark passages around the hall. They stared at Carlisle and others with their fangs bared, and saliva kept falling from their mouths.

Seeing this, Carlisle flashed a bitter smile on his face. The werewolves who had been in a hostile relationship with them for hundreds of years seemed to have completely surrendered to the wizards. Now they are probably really at the end of their rope.

But are they really going to give in like this?

Carlisle couldn't help but look at another young man sitting next to him.

Sensing Carlisle's gaze, Edward clenched his fists tightly.

Unlike Carlisle, who still had some fantasies about wizards, Edward gave up the idea of ​​becoming a vassal family of the Kent father and son as soon as he saw them.

Because Edward possessed the extremely rare mind-reading talent among the twilight vampires, through this ability, he could more clearly feel the tyrannical, dirty and wretched thoughts in the hearts of the Kent father and son. His family's surrender to the other side was simply seeking death.

Rather than being slowly tortured to death by the other side, it would be better to fight them!

Edward made a decision quickly. He gritted his teeth and shook his head heavily at Carlisle.

Seeing this, Carlisle's originally dim eyes lit up again. He took a deep breath and his expression gradually became firm.

On the other side, old Kent shook his head regretfully.

"Kill them!"

A loud shout came out from the mouth of young Kent, and then all the werewolves in the hall ran away and rushed towards Carlisle and others at the long table.

Carlisle, Edward and others were not to be outdone, and they stood up to prepare to meet the enemy.

But just as the two groups were about to collide, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded, and a bluestone wall in the castle hall was suddenly blown open, and large streams of flames and thick smoke quickly spread out.

Everyone in the hall was stunned by this sudden scene, and then five figures of different heights slowly emerged from the thick smoke, and at the same time there was the crisp sound of hard leather boots stepping on the stone slabs. As

the footsteps gradually increased, Mike and others finally appeared in front of everyone.

Mike had a warm smile on his face, bowed slightly to the old Kent in the center of the hall, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kent."

Looking at the warm and gentle blond young man in front of them, like a nobleman, the faces of Kent and his son suddenly changed.

Although they were in the United States, they were still concerned about the situation in Yingguo.

So they not only knew Mike, but also knew very well how terrifying the name Mike Townley represented.

"Kill them!"

Old Kent screamed hysterically, and his voice became sharp due to extreme fear.

The werewolves who were still in a daze quickly reacted and turned their guns to rush towards Mike and others. The rationality of these werewolves had obviously been swallowed by madness, and they no longer knew what fear was.

"Dirty idiots!"

Arthur murmured and turned into a residual image and rushed out. A few shining sword beams suddenly appeared, and a lot of blood flowers exploded in the air. The werewolves who led the charge whimpered and fell down, and a faint smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Their death did not affect the morale of the werewolves at all. The werewolves behind them still launched the charge fearlessly.

However, not everything in this world can be accomplished by passion.

"Sword Dance!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"God's Shadowless Sword!"

"Thunder Explosion!"

...

For a moment, the castle hall was filled with swords and various spells kept appearing, harvesting the lives of the werewolves. Under such an attack, those poor werewolves couldn't even touch the corners of Arthur's clothes, let alone fight back. On

the other side, relying on the werewolves to delay time, the Kent father and son had already picked up their wands.

They knew that those werewolves alone could not deal with Mike Townley, who had made a great reputation in Ying Country, so they never thought of fighting with Mike and others from the beginning.

"My son, come here!"

Old Kent anxiously held his son in his arms, and then raised his wand, drawing a mysterious pattern in the air at an astonishing speed, and shouted:

"Apparition!"

Hearing his father recite the spell, young Kent instinctively closed his eyes and hugged his father's waist tightly. He knew that it would be uncomfortable to travel through space later.

But after a few seconds, the expected violent rotation did not appear.

Little Kent opened his eyes with a puzzled look, only to see his father staring at his wand with a dull look on his face, muttering:

"This is impossible, this is impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible."

Mike's unhurried voice sounded again, but unlike the first time, this time Mike's voice was closer.

Old Kent looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Mike, wearing a dark brown coat, leaning against the fireplace and looking at them with interest.

"We have placed an anti-Apparition spell on this entire castle, so... you'd better surrender."

Mike's words woke old Kent up suddenly. A hint of determination suddenly flashed across his wrinkled face. He pushed his son away and put his wand against his neck and shouted:

"I know what you want! I will give it to you! I swear! But you have to let my son leave safely! Otherwise, you will get nothing!"

"Yes! Let me go!" Little Kent, who was pushed by old Kent, immediately reacted and shouted, "Whatever you want has nothing to do with me! Just go find the old man and don't hurt me!"

"Oh?"

Mike exclaimed softly and straightened his body slightly.

He began to feel that things were getting interesting.

Old Kent was also slightly stunned when he heard what his son said. He looked at young Kent in disbelief, but the latter shouted at him fiercely:

"What are you looking at! You old man! All this is your fault! You caused the trouble!"

Old Kent's body began to tremble, whether because he was angry or something else.

But just when Mike thought he would be furious and curse, he saw old Kent took a deep breath, then said with red eyes and a sad face:

"You are right, all this is my fault. My son, you must revitalize the family after you escape and continue the glory of the Kent family!"

After that, old Kent's expression regained firmness again, and he continued to confront Mike with his wand against his neck like a moralist who was ready to sacrifice for his ideals.

However, Old Kent's actions obviously only touched himself. His son, Little Kent, still had disdain on his face and said impatiently:

"Okay! I know, you old man! You're so annoying!"

At this time, Arthur and others had already dealt with the werewolves and gathered together, just in time to see the whole scene.

They all looked stunned, obviously shocked by Old Kent's worldview.

Mike shook his head helplessly, and then winked at Zhou Hong in a very hidden way.

The latter's mouth corners slowly rose.

On the side, Old Kent looked at Mike and others who surrounded him vigilantly. It was not long before his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. After waiting for

a while, Mike did not reply, which forced him to speak again:

"Let my son go! Otherwise, you... Uh!"

Old Kent's voice stopped abruptly, and a "fainting" hit him accurately on the back of his head from behind.

He struggled to look back despite the dizziness, and saw his son, Kent Jr., holding his wand towards him, with a lingering magical glow on the tip of his wand.

"Why... why..."

Old Kent said with difficulty, but soon, he was completely engulfed by the endless darkness.