Hearing the voice downstairs, it seemed that he was here to seek revenge. Fiona's face was a little gloomy. She stood up and said to Charles and the others: "Sorry. I'll go and see."

After saying that, she immediately walked out.

Watching the other party open the door and leave, Charles shook his head, then turned to look at Cassidio, and found that the other party was also frowning at this moment.

I felt that there might be something, but he didn't ask too much. Instead, he said, "I met Gabriel in New York."

Cassidio, who was sitting honestly, was stunned when he heard this, and then asked, "Arc Gabriel?"

"That's right." Charles nodded, and then said something briefly, basically still about finding God. Cassidio was quite excited about this, but he was silent for a moment, and finally sighed.

"You have made such great progress, and we have not yet summoned the witches. Compared to you, Charles, I think I need to work harder."

Charles was a little worried when he heard this. He wanted to say that this was purely a coincidence. He was also the one he met in the attack.

Cassidio didn't know what he was thinking, and sighed and said, "The witches are basically very withdrawn. Our work is not going well. Fortunately, Fiona knows many witch friends, and we-"

He said halfway, and suddenly his frown stopped.

"It seems that something is wrong outside, I'll go and take a look."

After the words came, the other party's gray figure disappeared. Charles touched his chin, but he felt that with the help of an angel, it would be impossible for witches and others to cause any threat, so he ignored it.

However, not long after, a unique wave made Charles, who was closing his eyes and pondering, suddenly opened his eyes. After thinking about it, he stood up and left here.

...

"Do you think I didn't think about you having the help of an angel, Fiona?"

The majestic female voice sounded in the lobby on the first floor of the villa. The atmosphere here was a bit tense at the moment. A group of witches stood at the entrance of the stairs, on the stairs, and in the living room, surrounded by five people, each with complex expressions.

In addition to Fiona with a gloomy face, there was also a weird old witch with red hair, an old male witch in a black suit, and a witch of the same age.

Their leader was a dignified woman in her forties. At this moment, the man was staring at Fiona standing opposite him with a harsh face, with a strange red symbol soaked in the palm of his hand.

That is the rune of expelling angels outlined in blood.

"Call the Witch Secret Meeting without permission from the Witch Assembly. Fiona Good, you should know what the consequences will be."

"The consequences?" The middle-aged witch standing opposite him sneered when she heard this, raised her hand and lit a cigarette, and said, "I don't think there will be any consequences for inviting friends to party at her own house. It's you."

She sucked her chest, took a sip of cigarettes, and then smiled, "I think you know what the consequences will be when you attack an angel."

"It's just a group of self-righteous monsters." The questioning witch snorted coldly: "Fiona, if your reliance is just an angel, then you can only say that you will be disappointed."

"Just, I--"

She suddenly stopped before she finished speaking, and then she frowned and covered her chest, frowned, and her expression seemed a little painful.

"You, you actually attacked?"

"This will prevent you from playing tricks again."

The other party said righteously: "The witch group had no reason to convene the witch group and the intention was ill-intentioned. The witch assembly has been discussed with the Council to deprive you of the Salem wizard leader and punish you appropriately. Besides..."

She said, stepping closer, "You lost the power of the super witch, so you must be judged."

"Otherwise, my magic really has nothing to do with you, haha."

She sneered, looked up and glanced around, and finally stared at a pointed chin witch who was hiding among the witches.

"I think you were bewitched by the wicked people, and the elders of the assembly will not pursue it, but this is not without a price. You must help me catch a fugitive here!"

She said loudly, raising her hand and pointing: "Rovena, don't try to play tricks again this time!"

The pressure from the official witch organization made the witches around him look at each other and hesitate for a while. The pointed chin she targeted was not good at seeing the situation.

Unfortunately, a witch next to her pulled her arm and grabbed it.

Seeing this, the witch who gave the order stepped towards the person, completely ignoring Fiona, who had fallen into her weak magic.

But before she could take a few steps, a huge wave of thoughts suddenly came from the air. The creaking sound flew in an instant. With a bang, the ground was broken, and the witch was directly hit under the floor!

Her face showed pain, and her body, wearing a white suit, unconsciously carried her back. However, the attacking power did not dissipate, but continued to suppress, so that she could not break free. Her waist became more and more bent, and she finally lay on the ground with a bang!

The sudden change happened so quickly that the witches around him did not react at all. The witch who had just taken the initiative had already bowed down.

She may have many methods and strong magic power, otherwise she would not have been able to conspire to Fiona silently. But under this unreasonable forced suppression, all the methods were not used at all.

However, this person was not alone. After the change occurred, the three people behind her responded directly.

The man in suit screamed, took out a stick and pointed it out from the air, pointing directly at Charles on the second floor. The witch next to him suddenly widened his eyes and launched his own spiritual power to attack him.

However, no matter whether it is the lilac lightning shot from the stick or the spiritual power that controls the mind, it is impossible to get close to it. The purple lightning is fixed in the air by invisible force, trembling and unable to be stored, and the spiritual power is even more like a stone sinking into the sea.

——If the attack can be seen clearly, then the mind power can also be blocked, and the spirit attack is a complete joke for Shire.

But at this moment, the attack of the red-haired old witch suddenly burst out!

The violent flame suddenly burst out from the second floor where Charles stood. The violent fire seemed to erupt from the magma from under the floor. Once it appeared, it completely wrapped the other party, causing the witch to exclaim.

However, the surging flames did not last long after the appearance, and then the strange restraint disappeared, revealing a young man in a black suit, intact.

The red-haired old witch downstairs was a little disbelief of his special method, but before she could react, Charles on the second floor had already taken action.

He raised his hand to point downstairs and saw an orange-yellow flame suddenly appearing in his palm. Then, visible to the naked eye, the flames continued to decompose, entangled with each other, and quickly grew and formed a dazzling but unstoppable crimson fireball!

The fireball was born and rolled and surged in the young man's relaxed palms, like a ball of irritable magma. The heat wave caused a witch watching from a distance to unconsciously float on his long hair. The old witch who was aimed at changed face.

She wanted to use the unique method of moving and shadow change in Salem witch to teleport away, but seeing the situation reversed, the witch with the pointed chin that had been grabbed by her arm suddenly threw out a bag of black things. Under the influence of invisible power, the old witch's magic power inexplicably disappeared, and the means could not be used at all!

The situation is very strange at this moment. The witch summoned by Fiona basically chose to stand by and watch. The head of the witch who came to find fault was suppressed under the floor. Another strong attack would explode at any time. It seemed that the situation was about to be finalized.

But seeing the fireball controlled by Charles became increasingly dark red and bigger, as if it was about to gush out at any time, the red-haired witch seemed to be frightened and didn't move for a moment. The female principal of the school suddenly jumped out of the crowd and blocked the red-haired witch.

"don't want!"

She screamed, plucking up the courage to glar at Charles, but under the intimidation of the fireball on the other party's palm, her attitude suddenly softened: "Don't be impulsive, you will kill her! She, she has no intention of offending!"

...

Watching the two people below quietly who seemed to share weal and woe, then looking at Fiona who was gradually returning to normal but ignored him, Charles narrowed his eyes.

These witches have a deep water...

After thinking about it, he pinched his hand, the fireball that was so strong that it was so strong that it was crushed by him and turned into Mars and scattered. Then he turned around and left, disappearing into everyone's eyes.

The witches around were muttering quietly now.

"You're not right? Is that a witch?"

"What kind of magic is he using? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"He is obviously not Salem's witch."

...

"He's so cool, he's not strong enough."

A fat black girl has been watching the fight in the corner of the second floor. She was enjoying herself, and she was lying there with thoughtfulness.

"It's not good to be too strong." An ugly girl beside her muttered, turning to look at the departing back without blinking.

"I think he's more interesting than an angel."

"If he wants, I can give him a mouthful." The young witch in black dress touched her chin not far away, and a hint of interest flashed across her face.

But then she glanced at her two companions, revealing a hint of disdain.

"You guys, forget it. After all, with beautiful beauties in front of you, who would fall in love with two ugly monsters?"

"What's ugly? What's wrong? What's popular now is the beauty of the soul." The ugly girl retorted unyieldingly.

However, the black girl beside her was furious, "Say I'm ugly? Bitch, do you say it again?"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Madison snorted lightly, turned around and left while stepping on his high heels. But after walking a few steps, her ankle suddenly hurt and she burst into tears.

The dog's posture of eating shit was obviously not elegant. Although everyone around was paying attention to the situation downstairs, her face turned red and she felt humiliated.

"Damn bitch, you're done!" Gripping teeth, the young witch who got up took off her high heels without a lady's appearance, then walked towards the fat girl angrily.

However, her appearance could only make the fat black girl show a hint of disdain.

"Shameless Bichi. If you dare to provoke me again, I will let you taste the fried milk."
Chapter completed!