[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

Raffaele looked at the werewolves, vampires and human hunters who were as quiet as chickens on the training ground, and frowned.

There are not many good things, and it is too annoying to look at.

Raphael only let out a breath, but it was extremely intuitive to the oppression of everyone present, especially this time, he didn't even let go of those human hunters.

The last time he sensed the dark aura, he naturally chose to target those dark auras.He didn't pay much attention to those human hunters, he could only say that each had his own standpoint, and because of a handful of scum among the hunters, Raphael didn't like the whole group of hunters.

But Rafael knew in his heart that it was because of such a group of hunters that the dark creatures would not be unscrupulous.In contrast, most of the crazy witch hunters back then were not necessarily hunters, but mostly scum who relied on this to rule out dissidents and earn high rewards.

Raffaele basically ignored the hunters, but if they fell into his hands, he would not let the hunters who wanted to kill them go.

Rafael was not interested in examining this group of hunters, but the old hunter in the head used the shapeshifter, which made Raphael question the attributes of this group of hunters.And among them, some people couldn't look at that one more time.

Because as long as you look at it, Raffaele will be able to tear off the illusion of grandeur on him.

The only one who got the immunity was his cousin who was still in a daze, Stiles's head was messed up, and his eyes were staring straight.

Raffaele's eyes were cold, and he said calmly, "I thought yesterday's warning was enough to make you get out of Beacon Hill."

"Who are you!!"

On the vampire's side, there was a newborn who bared his fangs at Raffaele regardless, his scarlet eyes were full of hostility.She could feel the pressure in the air, but that ocelot just now, it killed her boyfriend.And that leopard cat obviously belonged to this boy.

The female vampire's rude and even rude tone and posture attracted Tate's cold eyes, and Wampus, who had just clawed out the vampire's heart, straightened up, staring at the female vampire coldly with yellow-brown animal pupils. It instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and the short hair on its neck exploded slightly.

How dare you speak to His Excellency Raffaele like that, presumptuous!

"Heh." Raffaele glanced at the werewolf and vampire hunters who were guarding each other but had no intention of retreating at all, and laughed lowly.

Sure enough, 300 years have passed, and his deterrent power against those dark creatures is not as good as before.

So--

There was coldness in Raffaele's sky blue eyes, he gently lifted his feet wearing sneakers, took half a step forward, and stepped on the ground.

The next moment, there was a "boom", and with Raffaele as the center, white flames surrounded the entire training ground and suddenly ignited.

The scorching temperature directly distorted the air in this piece of heaven and earth. This was no longer a simple circle of fire, but a wall of fire that surrounded the entire training ground.And when the flame ignited, the werewolf vampire who had looked down upon Raffaele just now because of his too young and beautiful appearance completely changed his expression. Even the group of Argent hunters, after seeing such a The flames inevitably stiffened his body.

Although they are just ordinary humans, they still feel overwhelming power from this white flame.

Is he... a wizard?

Although the race of wizards was also on the Argent family's hunting list, they looked at each other with panic in their eyes at the moment, and then they subconsciously looked at Gerald Argent at the front.

Although Gerald Argent is old, there is no doubt that he is still the backbone of the Argent family.

Gerald Argent stood there expressionless, seemingly unmoved by the sudden igniting of the white flames.But his hand held the gentleman's cane tightly, with such force that his knuckles were slightly white.

Morel Deaton, the only druid sorceress present, stared blankly at Raffaele, her eyes full of disbelief.

Although such unbelievable eyes are not uncommon, Morel Dearton was stunned when she saw their faces clearly after Raphael and Tate came here.And when she saw these white flames, her face completely changed.

Morel Dearton's lips moved, but she didn't make a sound, but she knew what she was about to face.

On this North American continent, there used to be such a legend.

When the European fleet came to this land, a talented wizard followed.

Above Plymouth, this talented wizard established the rules. Whether it is a dark creature, an ordinary alien, or a wizard, as long as they obey the rules, they can live like ordinary people in this land.

But if they don't follow the rules, death is their only end.

No one knows who the gifted wizard was, because none of the creatures who disobeyed him survived.And those who surrendered to him kept silent.And the characteristic that has been heard about by talented wizards is only the white flame full of light power.

That talented wizard is a white wizard with quite pure magic power.

Unfortunately, the myth of Plymouth only lasted 20 years.With the disappearance of the gifted wizard, Plymouth eventually became a plaything of the Inquisition, like the rest of the North American continent.

Countless alien races have left Plymouth and lived in seclusion in the deep forest.More incompetent ordinary people became so-called "wizards" and were sent to the stake.

Rumors swirled around the gifted wizard. Some said he abandoned Plymouth, others that he left the land, and others that he died.To this day, the legend of the once talented wizard has faded away, and there is only a record in the alien race that has lived for hundreds of years, or in the family that has left inheritance.

Morel Dearton knew better than anyone else. She knew who that gifted wizard was, what he looked like, and why Plymouth became what he was.And all of this is due to the druid warlocks of their lineage of Dayton, who were the first group of forces to submit to His Highness, and the former Patriarch became his confidant by virtue of his ability and loyalty.

Raffaele Stuart, almost no one would hand over all the territorial affairs to the then Baron Stanley Stuart after he came to Plymouth. Talented wizards linked together.

But in fact, Raffaele Stuart is powerful and wise, gentle yet decisive.If he hadn't died suddenly as if under a curse, the North American continent might not be what it is today, and the witch trials that used to be full of tricks would not have happened.

Some people, even if they don't do anything, their existence is a deterrent.

Morel Dearton stared at Raphael, whom Styles had called "Raffaele" just now, and this white flame, could it be him?

Is it the descendant of that highness, or the reincarnated highness?

Is it reincarnation?

Otherwise, why does this Raffaele in front of him have exactly the same appearance as the portrait left by his ancestors.

This is...an idol.

Morel Dearton looked at Raffaele with sparkling eyes. Although young, a capable woman experienced for the first time the mood of groupies when they see their idols.

I wish I could run around the training ground three times barefoot to vent my excitement, and then show the most perfect posture to greet the idol and tell him my admiration for him.

The alpha werewolves headed by Deucalion didn't know the turmoil in Morel Dayton's heart at this time. They clearly felt the power contained in these white flames, and they all looked a little bad.

Deucalion, whose eyes were destroyed many years ago, "looked" in the direction of Raphael, and said in a deep voice, "Let us go, we can let that human go."

The human being that Deucalion was referring to was Stiles.

They had no interest in Styles at first, and their goal was always Derek Hall, and of course, the most cryptic goal was Scott McGough.

The birth of general alpha werewolves requires blood and killing as the cornerstone, and their strength is not eternal.Power can be taken, and it can be taken away.

But in the legend of the werewolf world, there is a kind of alpha called the natural alpha.They can evolve with their own potential without blood and killing.

In order to develop the perfect ethnic group in his mind, Deucalion originally came for Derek Hall.But when he saw Scott McGaugh, he had a feeling, like an instinct, telling him that this was also an Alpha.

Although he is just an ordinary beta wolf now, he will become an alpha one day, and he will not follow the path of an ordinary alpha.

Compared with the two targets of one light and one dark, Styles can at most be used as a bargaining chip to threaten Scott McGaugh, and this chip is not the only one.Either Scott McGaugh's mother or his little girlfriend could be substituted.

Although facing the threat of the white flame, Deucalion was still stubborn.

After all, he is the leader of a group of alpha wolves, so naturally he can't lose his prestige.

Victoria Walker's eyes of hatred were always directed at the hunters headed by Gerald Argent, and she only had disgust for werewolves.She wouldn't let Gerald Argent go, but in this situation, she was willing to spare the human.

So she also spoke.

"We won't do anything to that human, but!" Victoria Walker glanced at Wampus coldly with scarlet eyes, and said word by word: "But that cat, leave it to me!"

She created an army of newborn vampires to deal with Argent. Every newborn is a fighting force, but she was killed by a cat, of course she couldn't swallow this breath.

In her opinion, it was just a cat. Although it could speak human language, it was still a cat.

She didn't believe that that person would make trouble with them because of a cat.

Gerald Argent didn't speak, but he looked in the direction of Raffaele coldly.The shapeshifter, which was injured a little before, crawled behind him, and the animal pupils glared at this side.

Morel Dayton looked at Deucalion suddenly, and then looked at the vampires on the opposite side, his expression was both angry and funny-are they bullying His Highness like a child?He was obviously the one who trapped them, but they still have the guts to say such a condition?

Did he really dare not kill them?

As Morel Dearton had expected, Raffaele smiled slightly.

The attitude of these little guys really made Raffaele laugh.They are obviously a group of guys who are too weak to be thrown anywhere, but they still have the confidence to be so rampant.

Could it be that the inner world of the North American continent is so closed that this group of monkeys also want to call themselves kings?

Raffaele's chuckle made everyone instinctively uneasy.

"Heh..." Raffaele's sky-blue eyes looked at the crowd faintly, he stretched out a hand to them, and said plainly: "I thought that today is Thanksgiving, even if you encounter scum, you can first Let it go. But it seems that you don't think so."

"So--"

Victoria Walker and Deucalion changed their faces at the same time, and blurted out: "Wait a minute!!"

"Die."

Raffaele squeezed his fingers together.

The next moment, the white flames that originally formed a wall of fire rushed towards the field, engulfing everyone in an instant.

"No—!!!" Lydia Martin and Stiles let out a scream at the same time.

"Jackson!"

"Scott!"

The two staggered to their feet and rushed over at the same time.

And when they rushed into the flames, they were mentally prepared to be burned.However, they did not feel any pain.

The white flame looked extremely hot, but when it touched their skin, it was only warm, and it didn't have the temperature to burn their bodies at all.

The two froze for a moment, then hurriedly continued looking for someone.

Raffaele gave a "tsk" and said, "Mickey should be glad that I'm here." Then he turned his head, looked at Tate, and said, "You're the best, dear."

Tate couldn't help but smile, his brows and eyes curved.

Benson Harmon thought that Raffaele's words were aimed at him, so he quickly raised his head and said, "Well, Benson is the best." After a pause, Benson Harmon added, " Brother is the best, Tate is the best, Wampus is the best, and . . . "

Sitting in Tate's arms, Benson Harmon counted who was the best with his fingers.

"Little guy." Tate smiled and rubbed Benson Harmon's soft blond hair.

The first thing Lydia Martin did when she rushed into the fire was to find Jackson Whitmore. She didn't recognize the monster as Jackson before, but when he was wrapped in flames, the scales on his body fell off, revealing Jackson's appearance.

In a completely subconscious reaction, Lydia Martin rushed in, hugged her boyfriend, desperately trying to extinguish the flames on him.But after taking two shots, Lydia Martin was surprised to find that, except for the burns on the waist and abdomen at the beginning, the flames attached to Jackson Whitmore's body did not harm his body. , the purple-black scales on his body are fading.

Are these flames just for show?

As soon as this idea came up, the screams not far away drew Lydia Martin's attention away.Her eyes widened, horrified to see those monsters with hairy faces or tusks writhing in pain in the flames, which burned them to ashes in a blink of an eye.

Lydia Martin hugged her boyfriend tightly subconsciously, fearing that the flames would burn her and Jackson to death.

The same thing happened to Styles when she approached Scott McGowan and Alison Argent.

Scott McGowan instinctively shielded Alison Argent from the flames, but the flames falling on them did not harm his body.

Both he and Alison were fine, no burns at all.

The same is true for Derek Hall, he and his group were not hurt by the flames.

But the group of alpha werewolves were not so lucky. Almost every alpha werewolf was wrapped in flames, some of them were burned instantly, while others were slowly burned to ashes while screaming and struggling. .

On Argent's side, although the entire army was not wiped out like the Alpha Wolves, Gerald Argent, the leader of the Argent family, was burned to ashes by the flames in the blink of an eye.And some of his capable subordinates were all burned to death by the flames.

Chris Argent hugged his wife and was stunned when he saw this scene.

It is an understatement to say that these flames are capable of killing so many people in an instant.

It is said that these flames are terrible, but when the fire burns on the skin, it is only warm, not even a little oily skin is burned.

And the vampire army over there, they knelt as thoroughly as the group of alpha werewolves, they were directly burned to ashes, not a single one remained.

The flames were gradually extinguished, and on the huge training ground, there were originally a group of fifteen Argent hunters, only three of Chris Argent's family and three assistant hunters remained.The vampires and alpha werewolves were wiped out, but Derek Hall and his pack survived unscathed, along with a bewildered teen wolf, Scott McGoo.

"What the hell does this happen?!"

Standing beside Scott McGaugh, Stiles murmured.

"Holy fire will only roast the guilty."

In the dead silence, someone spoke softly.

Everyone looked over subconsciously, and it was the emissary of the previous group of alpha werewolves, the druid warlock Morel Dayton.

This beautiful black-skinned druid warlock looked straight at Raphael. Although the scene was so cruel, her voice was almost sweet and dreamy, as if she was talking to herself: "This It is His Highness, His Highness Raphael, whose ancestors were worshiped as gods, and who has been loyal and unrepentant all his life."

It is also the gifted wizard who she never forgets after glimpsing a little bit of style from ancient books, and regards him as an idol.

Everyone was silent for a while, even if Argent died as the head of the family and his companion, no one dared to say anything, but held their breath slightly, looking at the blond-haired and blue-eyed boy, as if waiting for the verdict.

"Keep you, one is that you are not guilty of death, and the other is... I need to keep a few messengers." Raphael's voice was cold, echoing in the empty training ground, although the tone was flat but intolerable. Doubtful majesty.

"No, touch it again, my brother."

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Raffaele made a big move as soon as he made a move, and almost cut down the power of werewolves and vampire hunters that had messed up Beacon Hill County during this period, and the power here was completely reshuffled.

Derek Hall was spared the fate of being forcibly taken by the alpha wolf pack, and his people were not injured.Jackson Whitmore, who was originally transformed to the other side, was a blessing in disguise. The white flame purified the poison of the doppelganger on him, and instead promoted him to become a real werewolf.

After all, wolfbane, which transforms humans into werewolves, is just a way for alpha werewolves to develop their race.As for the werewolves, although they are a dark race, they are not like demons, and they cannot be tolerated by Raphael.

Jackson Whitmore had planned to break up with Lydia Martin, but after this incident, he finally saw who was the one who really loved him.The relationship that was on the verge of breaking up instantly warmed up, returning to the sweetness of love.

Argent's side seemed much heavier.

Although there are many hunters in the Argent family who are dissatisfied with Gerald Argent and feel that he is old and should abdicate, but he is the patriarch of the Argent family after all.Now, he and other companions just died before his eyes.

Especially Chris Argent, although his relationship with Gerald Argent is not very close, even a little strange, but they have a father-son blood relationship after all.

When the person died, the killer was right in front of their eyes, but the remaining Argent looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to think of revenge at all.

When the strength exceeds a certain limit, just mentioning that existence is enough to make people palpitate.

What's more, the white flames just now also landed on their bodies, surrounded by those flames, and when they really felt the power of the flames, they also felt the awe-inspiring and sacred aura and a certain degree of harmlessness.

It seemed like what the woman said, the holy fire would only burn the guilty.

Therefore, all the members who once built a complete alpha wolf group died under the flames.

Therefore, the newborn offspring that that female vampire developed desperately and almost crazily turned into ashes.

The same werewolf, Derek Hall's newborn group, and Scott McGaugh, a guy who turned into a werewolf in a daze, didn't get hurt at all.Even Jackson Whitmore, who was transforming into a doppelganger and killed several people, the flames purifying the power of the doppelganger, still allowed him, an unwitting murderer, to survive.

Then, the companions who were classified into the group of vampires and werewolves, would the survivors not know how they behaved on weekdays?

It was too clear, but left them speechless.

For Chris and Victoria, the thing that makes them extremely complicated is their daughter.

He ignored his own safety in critical moments and protected Alison immediately. Although he was a werewolf who lost racial points, strictly speaking, Scott McGaugher was a victim first, and then a man who was devoted to his daughter. Alison's relationship with him is obviously aimed at Romeo and Juliet...

Even if they are reluctant, can they completely ignore their daughter's feelings?

Ask yourself, is the daughter's feelings important, or their all-time prejudice?

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy protagonist with deep emotion#

Raffaele: Tsk tsk, it wasn't like this at the beginning. Sure enough, there is no legend about me in the world.

Audience: ... Now the legend has OTZ again

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