"Yumongand, the child of the evil god Loki, the giant snake that died with Thor in the evening of Ragnarok, don't worry, it is just a corpse." The hunchbacked old man saw the shock in the cloaked man's eyes and sneered.

"Mythical creature? What do you do to collect its corpse?" The caped man took a breath, but soon returned to his calmness and asked in confusion.

"Hehe, it's very interesting, isn't it?" The hunchbacked old man looked at the darkness under his feet with narrow eyes, as if he was looking at a work of art.

"Let the dead myth return, and the pure evil come to the earth again, this is the faith of our dark church, and will become yours."

Hearing this sentence, the cape man seemed to have thought of something and exclaimed: "You want to resurrect this mythical creature?!"

The hunchbacked old man shook his head, and a hint of madness revealed in his eyes, "This one? No, no, it's not enough, our goal has only been achieved by one-third."

Only one-third were completed, which means that their target had two mythical creatures? Is it not enough to kill Yumengand, who killed Thor? The man in the cape was secretly frightened.

"Don't stand here, come with me." The hunchbacked old man wasted so much time here, and his expression was a little unhappy.

Through the long corridor, an ancient hall appeared in front of the cloaked man. The dim candlelight jumped in the grooves on the brick wall. A huge round stone table was placed in the center of the hall, carved with countless complicated patterns, and there were thirteen seats around. Each seat was made of unknown black stone. The back of the chair alone was two meters high. In the center was engraved with a red one-eye, which was extremely strange.

Most of the thirteen seats were empty, with only four stone chairs sitting on them. The faces of these four people were shrouded in the shadows and they couldn't see what they looked like, but they all turned to look at the cloaked man walking towards him, smiling.

The cape man felt like he was staring at by a group of poisonous snakes. His back felt cold, but there was no expression on his face. He glanced at them coldly.

"Okay, our new member, there is a last ceremony before you officially join." The hunched old man walked to a wall, pointed his fingers and a blood-colored box popped out of the wall, with dense red lines engraved on it, as if sealing something.

Seeing this strange box, the cape man felt a cold breath covering his whole body, and suddenly had an unknown premonition.

"Rite? Haven't I already become a member of you?" The man in the cape said a little unhappy.

"Hehe." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the hunchbacked old man's mouth, "Don't be nervous, you are indeed one of us, but in order to prevent spies from getting in, we have to take some measures..."

As he said that, he slowly opened the blood-colored box in his hand. Under the layers of seals, a pitch-black little man was sitting cross-legged in it, surrounded by misty spiritual energy. He seemed to feel the box being opened. He suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the cloaked man in front of him, and a cold and evil aura surged out of him.

"The soul of the cultivator? The soul of the cultivator?" The man in the cloak saw this dark villain and his mind was shocked. He took a few steps back with endless fear in his eyes.

"I understand... I understand! You, you are actually all practitioners!" He pointed to the four people sitting on the stone chair and exclaimed. Then a black mist suddenly burst out of his body, and his body rushed out at a very fast speed.

The hunched old man sneered, without any intention of taking action. Instead, the black little man in the box licked his lips, his scarlet eyes were filled with excitement, and his whole person turned into a ball of black light, and in the blink of an eye, he pierced the body of the man in the cape!

The cloaked man who was running wildly paused suddenly, and his whole face twisted violently, as if he was struggling desperately. However, this situation lasted less than two seconds, and the whites of his eyes were dyed black, his body relaxed, and a smile on his lips turned around and walked towards the hunchbacked old man.

"Hehe, as I said, you will eventually become a member of us... Of course, it's just a body." The hunchbacked old man looked at the man in cloak coming and sneered.

"Hmph, why did I have so long? I was almost bored when I stayed inside." A look of discomfort appeared on the cloaked man's face, and he moved his muscles and bones while walking, as if he was familiar with this brand new body.

The hunchbacked old man said helplessly: "We have to find a suitable body, which takes a lot of time."

As he said that, he took out a deck of tarot cards from his pocket and spread them one by one on the stone table.

"As for local customs, come and give yourself a code name. Oh, by the way, because you have been selected nine cards, you only have thirteen options left."

The man with a cape glanced over the thirteen tarot cards on the table and picked up one casually, "'Demon' sounds good."

The hunchbacked old man raised his eyebrows and was not surprised by the result: "But it is very suitable for you."

"Since you have chosen it, then take your seat, the meeting is about to begin." A low voice came, and the devil turned his head and looked, talking to the man on the stone chair in the center of the hall. If he guessed correctly, he should be the master of the Dark Church.

The demon then noticed that there was a tarot card in front of the four people, and there was also one on the stone table in front of the man who had just spoken.

Fool.

The hunchbacked old man put away the tarot cards on the table, staggered to the position next to the fool, placed the "priest" card in front of him, and sat down slowly.

The man in the cloak also followed suit. He walked to an empty chair and sat down, and put the "demon" he had just obtained on the table.

"The whereabouts of the second mythical creature has been found. The body of the 'Evil Dog of the Underworld' Gam was buried in Asgard after Ragnarok's dusk. As Asgard was broken and lost in history, it has reliable news and is now stored in the collection room of Adam Academy." The fool went straight to the point and threw out important information as soon as he opened his mouth.

The evil dog of the underworld, Gam, is an evil dog raised by the queen of the underworld, Hela. He killed the brave and war god of Norse on the last battlefield of the gods. He was one of the most powerful demon helpers of the evil god Loki at that time.

Hearing the foolish words, the brows frowned, as if they felt something was wrong.

"So we are going to fight Adam head-on? This is not a good suggestion." The figure with the "Inverted Hanging Man" tag in front of him suddenly spoke.

"The Hanging Man is right. Even if Adam is now empty in strength, we have no chance of winning at all when he breaks through his headquarters." After the Hanging Man, the "Queen" directly opposed it.
Chapter completed!