Father Tudor nodded. He raised his hands, holding a gloomy white bone knife in his thick palm.

Celeste's fingertips touched the surface of the ice blade and resonated. It was a dark magic power, strong enough to destroy many things... Including seriously injuring and even imprisoning Klaus, the ancestor vampire.

His face was filled with joy. He trusted Celeste who summoned him wholeheartedly. They had a common enemy. He was very proud. He was willing to do anything to kill Klaus. "Yes, this blade is now full of the power I gained from the blood sucking ghost

What it can do is something more terrible than death Even the most powerful ancestor vampire, yes, the bastard Klaus! "

Celeste walked to the father of Tudor. She leaned down / body. Their eyes were opposite and their strength penetrated each other. Celeste's attitude was loving and serious. She was like a believer who was about to achieve supreme honor. The witch's exquisite face showed a holy smile. She slowly opened her mouth to confirm their faith, "Tudor, Are you ready to make the final sacrifice? "

Father Tudor looked directly at her, raised his knife respectfully, his face was full of enthusiasm, and his voice was trembling and happy. As long as they avenged after the sacrifice, they could find a way to kill the damn hybrid, "yes, it's my honor in the name of the witch in the French region!"

Celeste and he had an incomparable tacit understanding. She gently took the knife, smiled at father Tudor, lowered her head, and kissed him gently on the forehead. Celeste seemed to have no heart to side her head, but her men neatly cut his neck.

"Thank you, father Tudor." A faint sigh appeared in the ears of father Tudor. It was the last sound he heard before he left the world. No, it was not just a sound, it was his hope.

Darkness, complete coming!

One third of Celeste's face was hidden in the dark shadow. The body of father Tudor slowly fell down. She felt the knife dancing in the palm of her hand, which was a kind of inheritance of power.

——New forces are rising, a new evil and powerful force that can not be ignored.

The wild wind drove the force back slowly. Celeste could see them. Yes, they came to a cemetery, which was a newly repaired grave.

A little witch's grave, in which a sixteen year old innocent and lovely girl is buried!

That tomb is a familiar place for Sophie, and her breath and strength still remain on it. Listen carefully, you will find that you can actually hear a faint gasp / breath, small and thin, like a girl's groan / groan and cry for help?

... girl, yes, this is the tomb of a 16-year-old witch. It is the tomb of Monica, Sophie's only niece who wants to revive wholeheartedly.

Struggling to blink her eyes, Monique woke up from a long dark sleep. She felt a little uncomfortable. Her throat was dry and dumb. Her breathing was very sad. It was difficult to open her eyes, and only the hazy light was projected in bit by bit.

Inside the little coffin, the girl's eyes were confused and her breath was weak. However, she felt that she heard a strange sound and her vitality was revived. Yes, Monique heard the call, the call from her ancestors... It was a call, the call from the witch elder.