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Linda raised her eyebrows, somewhat proudly: "I designed the face-changing mask myself. With it, you can go out normally without worrying about other people's opinions."

"So do you like it?"

"Of course I like it, I like it too much."

Theobon covered her mouth and moved her head away from the other person to avoid them seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, then

"Thank you, Linda, thank you so much, this is the best Christmas gift I've ever received."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Linda jumped up and hugged Theoban like an older sister hugging her younger sister. "Let's go shopping, let's go now."

"Fine, whatever you want."

Siwen wiped away her tears and revealed a genuine smile.

The period before Christmas is the busiest time in America. Supermarkets, shops, amusement parks, cinemas, and all entertainment venues are bustling with activity. Two girls holding hands and strolling through the streets and alleys become a beautiful sight.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Theoborn felt a long-lost joy. She was becoming human, becoming a normal person, instead of the so-called Silver Banshee.

She will walk openly down the street, becoming the focus of attention for men alongside Linda.

"Father, I'm sorry, I'm destined to disappoint you."

Theoborn clenched his fist, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

...

Xu Fu's absence made this year's Christmas less bright. After spending two days in Seaside City, Linda returned to the Metropolis and completed all the requirements on her list.

Now, she is the CEO of Tesla. Employees can take time off, but the boss cannot.

Meanwhile, somewhere between England and Scotland, on a small island not marked on any map, the people living there are holding their annual festival.

The festival was held in a castle, and the host was none other than Kan McDougal, who had ancient Gaelic blood and was highly regarded in the wizarding world.

Flames roared in a campfire pit several meters wide.

Kahn stood on the ladder, arms outstretched, and shouted at the flames. As the strange syllables exploded in the air, the flames suddenly surged upwards, and a phantom figure emerged from the swirling sparks.

　5.7 They stood around the fire, like statues, holding longswords, daggers, and heavy hammers, wearing ancient armor, ceremonial robes, and dark hoods.

"Pray to the ancient gods, immortal warriors!"

"May they forever protect the Gaelic bloodline, generation after generation of McDougal people."

Kahn began to sing loudly, and the Gaels around him knelt down, striking their chests with their right hands and singing a clear and pure war song.

The majestic singing echoed nearby, drifting into the sky on the night breeze.

On a hillside not far from the castle, Siwon unfastened his cloak, revealing a terrifying face as monstrous as a silver banshee.

She took out the prepared offerings, placed them on the altar, then knelt on one knee and prayed to the void.

"My master, the great Banshee Queen Chrona, I offer you a sacrifice, a sacrifice from the McDougal family, I beg for your power."

Chapter 1340 Different

Unlike its neighbor Marvel, DC's magic system is based on bloodline, and those without bloodline find it difficult to grasp the true essence of magic.

The magical world of this world is composed of a group of families with magical blood, including Zatara, the hometown of Zatara, and McDougal, the hometown of Hayward.

Each family has a different bloodline origin: some are descendants of cosmic beings, some are descendants of ancient gods, some are hybrids of humans and magical beings, and some are descendants of demon priests.

The MacDougalls family possesses ancient Gaelic blood, and their origins are difficult to pinpoint precisely. Some say they are a hybrid of ancient gods and humans, while others claim they are successors of ancient powerful beings who encountered female demons. Regardless of their origins, they all possess immense physical strength.

Each MacDougall can awaken a magical talent, with the strongest being those of direct blood relatives.

The power of talent determines the successor, and Siwon, as the daughter of the previous patriarch and the most talented woman in the family for nearly a hundred years, should rightfully be the chosen one.

Unfortunately, she never expected that during the patriarch's magical inheritance ceremony, she would be blackmailed by her uncle, while her brother, who witnessed the whole process, stood by and watched helplessly as his sister was dragged into the magical hell.

That day was a turning point in her life.

Since then, Siwon has disappeared, and in its place has been the silver banshee sent to earth by the demon Cronai.

The flames roared and turned the ancient castle, which had stood for thousands of years, a deep red.

Just as everyone gathered together to begin chanting the ancient spirits, the new patriarch, North McDougal, looked up, puzzled, at the distant, floating dark clouds.

The dark clouds drew ever closer, and a sinister and terrifying aura emanated from them. The dark clouds descended like a black cloth that blotted out the sky, completely surrounding the castle.

The over-40-year-old Connaught Doctor also realized what was happening. He was at the peak of his combat power, and his magic was gathered on his staff. The dragon bone staff left behind by the elders of the past emitted a dazzling divine light.

"Disperse!"

A roar resounded through the sky, and a burst of light streaked across the heavens, transforming into a massive white pillar of light.

The dark clouds were dispersed by the beam of light, revealing a clear sky.

Those around her watched in horror. Xiao Bei lowered her head, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

However, the joy on the faces of the people who had gathered together vanished in an instant, as dark clouds gathered again in the sky, even darker and deeper than before.

Jiang Wen frowned slightly, and wings appeared on his back. He found himself on the top floor of the castle.

"I wonder if the visitor is friend or foe. Would you please show yourself?"

Do you really want to see me?

A piercing whistling sound came from afar, straight to the eardrums, and a figure appeared under the black sky: silver hair danced wildly in the wind, a skull-like face, snake-like pupils, and pale skin that was clearly visible even in the darkness.

"Long time no see, Uncle Kang, and my dear Brother Bei!"

Siborn lowered her head, her gaze piercing through layers of space, landing on her brother whom she had once loved a thousand times more, but now hated to the core.

"Sborne?"

"Impossible, didn't she die from a magical reaction?"

"Yes, this is exactly the silver banshee recorded in the book."

"How could the old clan chief's daughter have turned out like this?"

People downstairs were chatting. Most of them didn't believe it, while some showed a hint of doubt. The magic ritual was held in a secret room, with only the uncle and nephew present. No one else understood what was going on. They could only learn from Jiang that Si Yuan had experienced a magical backlash during the ritual and disappeared into thin air. Pei also confirmed his uncle's words.

These two were the closest people in the Siyuan family. Once they spoke, no one else could object. So the remaining matter was to re-elect the head of the family. With Kahn's support, the younger brother Pei became the new head of the McDougall family.

The whispers among the crowd reached Theoborn's ears without missing a word, and recalling the pain he had endured over the years, he gave a bitter smile.

The banshee's laughter is enough to destroy everything!

The intense sound waves transformed into tangible physical impacts; the air crackled, the trees creaked, and the walls crumbled. People covered their ears, writhing on the ground in agony, some unable to withstand the pain and immediately fainting.

"enough!"

Jiang Ziya raised his staff and struck the ground forcefully.

when!

A halo of light surged in all directions, and instantly, the entire castle seemed to come alive: countless white lights rose from the ground, transforming into a magical barrier that enveloped the castle.

The MacDougall family has been rooted in this land for thousands of years, and their heritage cannot be destroyed by the howling of the banshee.

The magical barrier blocked the impact of the sound waves, and the people were saved. They looked up, their expressions unusually serious.

“Kahn McDougall, my dear uncle.”

Theoborn appeared above the castle, staring intently at the man wielding the dragon-bone spear, and said...

“I’m giving you one last chance to tell the story of that night in detail, and to tell your people how you so despicably sent your own niece to hell.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion broke out all around.

Everyone was stunned. They looked at each other and then raised their heads simultaneously.

The McDougall family has very strict rules, the first of which is to prohibit blood feuds. Violators will not only be hanged, but their bodies will also be displayed in the scorching sun for three months.

Jiang Wen roared loudly, and light floated in all directions, displaying powerful magical fluctuations.

“Swarn, my child, she is dead. It is my fault as her uncle for not protecting her. I am willing to accept punishment, but I will never allow a demon who escaped from hell to impersonate her and slander her. Swarn loved her people very much; she would never do anything to harm them. You are just an imposter.” 813

“Don’t even think about using her name to divide the people. I’m telling you, it’s absolutely impossible. McDougall isn’t that easy to fool.”

The calm yet commanding words explained the doubts in the hearts of the people who had gathered together.

Yes, how could they believe the words of a demon, doubt their own tribe?

It's no surprise that Theoborn laughed; he knew it would be like this. Beneath his uncle's outwardly loyal exterior lurked a treacherous and vicious heart, more venomous than a snake.

His gaze moved downwards and landed on his younger brother in the crowd.

An indescribable emotion was churning within him. No matter what had happened, Bey was family, his only family, and Theoborn didn't want to drag him into it.

"Xiao Bei, I'm giving you a chance."

He paused, then forced himself to extend his index finger, though it was painful.

"One last time, stand up boldly and tell your people what happened on the day of the ceremony. If you do, the matriarch will retract her previous decision, disappear from your sight forever, and never see you again."

Beya opened her mouth, but dared not meet his gaze, nor raise her voice like her uncle. After hesitating for a few seconds, she decided to remain silent.

Seeing this, Theoborn turned around, transformed into a black cloud, and flew away, leaving behind only a barely audible sigh, in which he said...

"Great lord, Queen Chronae, your faithful servant here sacrifices to the bloodline of the ancient Gael, praying for your descendants."