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"Boo... Ahem, Mr. Merks, that Demigod just left!"
Logan Howlett felt his old face flush slightly. Originally, he had wanted to call Karl "Boss" like Frank did.
That would obviously help him quickly integrate into the Hyperspace Group.
But when the words reached his lips, he became shy and couldn't say them.
No way, the older you get, the thinner your skin.
"Well done."
Karl looked at Wanda with a doting expression, and at the same time, he secretly traced her palm with his finger.
At this moment, he still didn't know that Wanda had just misunderstood the expression on his face, and in a fit of anger, she had accidentally used Chaos Magic to modify reality.
Not only did she erase all the scarabs in the World.
She also directly eliminated a legitimate Animal God from the Egyptian Pantheon!
A common man's rage, blood splatters five paces; an Emperor's rage, a million corpses lie; Wanda's rage, even a "God" is directly erased... Are you afraid or not?!
If Karl knew that his Wanda was so powerful, he would definitely "reward" her well tonight.
However, even Wanda herself was unaware of her astonishing feat.
"Oh my..."
The Scarlet Witch, who had been displaying her might like a God of Slaughter, trembled slightly as if electrified.
Her entire aura collapsed, instantly switching back to the shy, love-struck girl.
Upon noticing Karl's burning gaze, Wanda lowered her head shyly.
Her fair face, full of collagen, was already flushed crimson.
However, the little girl's heart was filled with a sweet feeling.
This is great!
Now I can finally use my own power to help Karl solve some crises!
(^^●) Happy ing...
"Let me see that bullet."
After savoring the sour smell of love, Karl took the deformed, specially made sin silver bullet from Logan Howlett's hand.
But as soon as he touched it, his brows furrowed.
Hmm?
The system didn't give any prompts?
Didn't they say this thing contained powerful curse power?
After all that... that's it?!
Seeing that the system had no reaction to this bullet made of "sin silver," Karl couldn't help but curl his lip in disdain.
It seemed that these so-called "holy artifacts (cursed items)" were nothing special.
The energy contained within them probably didn't even reach the level of a single Universe.
Because even the system disdained to absorb them!
Karl casually tossed the bullet to Logan Howlett for safekeeping, clearly having lost interest in absorbing these so-called "sin silver."
However, considering that the demon officer had successfully banished Sister Grady's "Angel power" with this silver bullet earlier.
Karl felt that the "curse power" contained in this silver bullet might still have some value.
Since this type of bullet could affect Angels, then perhaps it could also affect those high-level demons who had Fallen from Angels?!
If that were the case, then perhaps these silver bullets could play an unexpected role in dealing with Hell Lord Marduk Kurios in the future!
After all, Karl and Marduk Kurios were already in an antagonistic relationship privately.
Even if the other party didn't know Karl's true identity yet, they would eventually meet on the battlefield.
It was better to plan ahead.
However, whether this type of silver bullet could affect Fallen Angels still needed to be determined through concrete experiments!
And the most pressing matter at hand was to first find the dwarf blacksmith named Ragnar, and then figure out how to use this silver bullet to uncover what Necrodamus and the demons were planning.
So, after a moment of contemplation, Karl softly said to Wanda, who was secretly admiring his handsome face:
"I'll have to trouble you again. This time, take us directly to Vatican!"
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In a Villa in the suburbs of Mexico City.
Razan came to the Underground Room, opened the secret passage, and followed a long corridor covered with magic runes to the end, where there was a secret room with giant bookshelves lining the walls and a special magic array carved on the floor.
"How is it? Is the matter progressing smoothly?!"
At a long solid wood desk, a melancholic man in his fifties, dressed in a delicate suit, with a face somewhat resembling Marlon Brando.
He was holding a wine glass, flipping through the magic book in front of him, and asked without turning his head.
"My Lord Necrodamus, the experiment was successful. The silver bullet made of 'sin silver' successfully banished the Angel power from Sister Grady. You can start the next step of your plan."
Razan lowered her head slightly and said respectfully:
"But there was an accident during the retrieval of that silver bullet. Suddenly, two... no, four powerful humans appeared out of nowhere. Due to their strong obstruction, I ultimately failed to retrieve that silver bullet!"
After speaking, she raised her head and looked at the other party with some apprehension.
"I must say, although the experiment was successful, I am very disappointed with how things unfolded." Necrodamus tilted his head and drained the red wine in his glass.
Then he slowly stood up and walked to the "Demigod" who was a head taller than him, raised his hand to pinch the other party's pale and narrow chin, and said with a serious expression:
"I don't want to hear useless excuses. I only know that you failed to bring back my silver coins... You should know how much effort I spent and how long I prepared to obtain them?"
"Sir, I'm truly sorry."
When her chin was pinched by the other party, a hint of anger flashed quickly in Razan's eyes, but she quickly hid it well, then explained with a slight awkwardness:
"But among those four humans, there was not only a God Chosen who could use purifying Fire, but also an Arcane Master from Kamar-Taj..."
"Especially that female mage, who directly banished all the scarabs I summoned with magic. If I hadn't escaped... ahem, I mean, if I hadn't been forced to leave there to avoid exposing your plan prematurely, I'm afraid now I would have..."
Looking at Necrodamus's face, which was turning increasingly pale, Razan quickly changed the subject and said in a slightly relaxed tone:
"But at least Sister Grady was successfully dealt with, so now no one can guess what you are going to do."
Apparently, Razan wasn't telling the truth here.
She had clearly heard the conversation between Sister Grady and Frank earlier... Or rather, she had deliberately allowed Sister Grady to leak this information and then killed her.
At the same time, she also knew very well that Karl and the others would very likely go looking for the dwarf craftsman Ragnar.
But out of her disgust for this insatiable human Black Wizard, Razan did not truthfully report this part of the situation.
"Oh? An Arcane Master from Kamar-Taj appeared there too?"
Necrodamus's face showed some vigilance, and he pressed his fingers slightly, asking urgently:
"Do you think that mage's appearance there was accidental? Or has Kamar-Taj already sensed something?"
"It should be an accident."
Razan endured the discomfort from her chin and said, "Those four people should have been commissioned by the Holy See and tracked Sister Grady's whereabouts to get there."
"But now that Sister Grady is dead, their clues should be completely cut off... However, it seems a bit difficult to snatch that silver bullet back from these people!"
While speaking, Razan leaned her upper body slightly backward, and her chin, which had been pressed into a small indentation, successfully broke free from the other party's hand.
"It seems our problem has been magnified."
Necrodamus narrowed his eyes slightly, squinted at the "Demigod" in front of him, and said sinisterly, "Razan, you shouldn't have forgotten how you were redeemed back then, right?"
"..."
A hint of humiliation flashed in Razan's eyes, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly with anger, but in the end, she held back from speaking.
Seeing this, Necrodamus continued triumphantly:
"Back then, you were transformed into an ushabti by your father, Osiris, and imprisoned in the Khufu Pyramid to suffer two thousand years of exile. It was I who found the exact location through ancient texts and released you from the sealed statue more than a thousand years ahead of time..."
"You are right, My Lord Necrodamus."
Before the other party could finish speaking, Razan slightly bowed her body, reinserted her chin into the other party's hand, and then said respectfully:
"That's why I signed a contract with you and serve you with respect."
Back then, Razan and many other Deities in the Egyptian Pantheon were all openly opposed to Hades Osiris replacing the deceased Sun God Ra as the new ruler among the Nine Pillars Gods.
And they were directly imprisoned by Osiris and several members of the New Nine Pillars Gods, each in small statues symbolizing their true forms of their original animals (or powers) - and these statues were collectively called ushabti!
Then, people were sent through the only link between Celestial Heliopolis and Earth, the "Golden Bridge" known as the "Road of the Gods."
These ushabti, which sealed the original power of the Gods, were placed in Pharaoh's tombs where no one could find them.
(Note 1: Legend has it that the Road of the Gods is located near the Giza Pyramid Complex in Giza, Egypt. The most famous pyramids there are the Khufu Pyramid, the Khafre Pyramid, the Sphinx, and the Menkaure Pyramid, etc.)
(Note 2: In Marvel's setting, all Gods in all Pantheons on Earth have a lifespan limit. Although it is usually measured in millennia, even God Kings like Zeus, Odin, God, and Ra will die once they reach their lifespan limit, with no exceptions... Therefore, in essence, they are more like a group of 'aliens' who are born with Divine Power/magic, can increase the upper limit of their divinity through human faith, and have long lives and strong physiques!)
It wasn't until Necrodamus later found the tomb where Razan was imprisoned and shattered the ushabti that sealed her, that she was able to escape more than a thousand years ahead of time.
In return, she voluntarily signed a contract of gratitude with Necrodamus.
Originally, Razan thought that she would regain her freedom after helping this human Wizard do a few years of hard labor.
But who would have thought that this insatiable fellow, comparable to a black kiln boss, had no intention of letting her go.
He clearly said three years, but then three years after three years, and three years after three years... In the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed, and Necrodamus still had no intention of letting her go.
What else could Razan do?
However, fortunately, the appearance of Karl and the others provided her with a good opportunity to completely break free from Necrodamus's control!
That's why she had deliberately concealed some important information just now, wanting to use Karl and the others to push Necrodamus into a desperate situation, thereby forcing him to end the "Servitude Contract" signed with her as soon as possible.
There was nothing she could do. Under the effect of the "Servitude Contract," she was powerless to resist the commands given by the other party.
Otherwise, as a "Demigod," how could she be afraid of a mere human Black Wizard?
As for whether such an action would ultimately lead to the failure of Necrodamus's plan, Razan simply didn't care!
"Very good."
Necrodamus gently shook Razan's chin. He liked this action because it gave him a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment that he could control a "God."
"Undoubtedly, that silver coin must be recovered... especially after it has been verified that they can resist the power of Heaven."
"However, considering that we don't have much time now, and there is another bolder experiment to prepare for, the task of recovering that silver coin can first be entrusted to those demons in Sulphur Harbor... I believe that as long as the price is reasonable, someone will be willing to take on this task."
As he spoke, Necrodamus picked up a small wooden box with an ancient texture from the table, and a series of crisp, pleasant metallic clinking sounds immediately came from inside.
"Let's go, take me to Ragnar first. I need to forge the remaining 29 silver coins into bullets, and then you can go capture those winged bird people!"
Razan silently turned around, but then heard the man behind her speak again.
"Also... Razan, I must remind you, you should know what the consequences will be if my plan fails, right?"
"Yes, Sir!"
Soon, Necrodamus and Razan, carrying the remaining 29 silver coins, rode the huge bird mummy wrapped in decaying shrouds into the night sky, then flew straight towards the southeast direction outside Mexico City.
Although the mummy bird's wings were covered with large and small holes, it looked as if it could "crash" at any moment due to air leakage.
But in fact, with the blessing of magic, it flew fast and steadily, and its speed was much faster than that of a general fighter jet.
So, in just a few minutes, it successfully carried the two to a large, smoking, gurgling active volcano about seventy kilometers away from Mexico City.
And this volcano is Popocatépetl Volcano, with a total elevation of 5393 meters, ranking second highest in North America, and one of the most active volcanoes in the World!