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Daimon Hellstorm was very curious about what kind of role the young man in front of him intended to play in this special incident, which simultaneously involved the two powerful forces of Heaven and Hell.
Was he merely a spectator?
Or was he a helper for one side… no, to be precise, a helper for the Heaven side?
Or perhaps… an opportunist waiting to reap benefits by watching the tigers fight?
However.
Karl did not answer his question, but simply smiled playfully and instructed Frank and Logan:
"Help him unlock his shackles… If he shows any signs of dishonesty during the mission, you can just kill him."
"Yes, My Lord!"
"Understood!"
Frank and Logan Howlett's faces showed a hint of eagerness.
Then, the latter used the Adamantium Claws that popped out from his fists to easily cut through the enchanted chains binding Daimon Hellstorm's arms, as if slicing through melons and vegetables.
Daimon Hellstorm shook his sore and swollen arms, his expression complex, and followed Karl and the other two out of the cell.
"Sir, wait a moment, please take me with you too?"
At this moment, a pitiful female voice suddenly came from the adjacent cell, "Compared to my brother, I'm actually the one who's better at gathering information…"
"I'm really sick of this boring place; as long as you take me out of here, I'll obediently do whatever you ask… Hehe, I'm still a virgin, you know!"
Clearly, the speaker was none other than Daimon Hellstorm's biological younger sister—Satana Hellstorm, the Daughter of Satan!
Oh, I forgot to mention, before she was captured, she was a notorious lunatic… the kind who kills without batting an eye.
"Satana, stop fooling around quickly."
Daimon Hellstorm hurried to the door of another cell and, through the narrow viewing window, spoke to the silver-haired girl inside, who was also trapped by enchanted chains and magic circles:
"Don't worry, once I complete the mission, I'll come back as soon as possible to take you out of here!"
"Brother, I'm so scared, please don't abandon me, don't leave me here alone, okay…?"
With a slight parting of her red lips, the girl's tearful plea once again echoed from inside the cell, inadvertently stirring feelings of pity in anyone who heard it.
However, only when she slowly raised her head could one clearly see that her beautiful and delicate face, hidden by her silver hair, showed no emotional fluctuations whatsoever, as if the person currently calling for help was not her at all.
Oh, this is… a two-faced bitch?
"Sigh… Satana, I'm serious, this might be our only chance to leave this place!"
Daimon Hellstorm was extremely troubled by his prank-loving sister.
But now was clearly not the time for her to be willful.
If she angered Karl because of this and thus missed this opportunity to escape the Vatican's imprisonment for nothing.
It was likely that both siblings would spend the rest of their lives in a prison cell.
"How ridiculous, big brother, you're actually going to help a human destroy Father's plan?"
Satana Hellstorm slightly narrowed her captivating purple eyes, which seemed to have maxed out their charm attribute, and sarcastically said with an expressionless face:
"Leaving aside whether that human even has the guts to oppose Father… you haven't forgotten so quickly, have you, how those Vatican puritans have abused us over the years in the name of purification?"
"And yet… you still dare to trust humans?"
"In my opinion, rather than placing hope in these humans, it's more reliable to expect Father to suddenly have a change of heart one day and lead his army to rescue the two of us."
Clearly, after years of imprisonment and inhuman torture by the Vatican, this "half-demon" girl had long since completely lost her trust and good feelings towards humans.
Her recent plea for help was merely a trick she deliberately put on to amuse everyone.
"Satana, we are also humans…"
Daimon Hellstorm said earnestly, but he knew in his heart that nothing he said now would open his sister's heart, so he decisively turned and followed Karl and the other two out.
Listening to the gradually fading footsteps outside the cell, the previously expressionless Satana Hellstorm's eyes suddenly reddened slightly as she murmured softly:
"Heh heh, I knew it, Brother, you're just as unreliable as our bastard Father!"
However, just when she felt that she had been abandoned by her family once again, a noisy quarrel suddenly erupted outside the cell.
"Ah, Mr. Merks, how… how could you release this Son of the Devil without the Vatican's permission?"
In the corridor, when Bishop Warren McCoy saw Daimon Hellstorm following Karl, he reacted like a startled cat.
His corpulent body, with a flexibility completely unsuited to his build, suddenly leapt behind a clergyman with a "whoosh."
Then, he cautiously poked out his round head and said:
"This is simply absurd…"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Bishop Warren McCoy felt three sharp gazes, like blades, instantly lock onto him.
They were none other than Frank and the other two from behind Karl.
The suffocating sensation tightened his heart, and he immediately realized he had spoken wrongly, so he quickly chuckled and corrected himself:
"Ah, my apologies, I mean you don't realize that the Vatican spent a great deal of effort to capture this pair of Satan's children back then, so…"
Karl waved his hand, cutting off the other's words, and said expressionlessly, "I need to use his understanding of demons to track down clues."
"Also… after the mission, I will take these two directly with me."
"Ah, this?!"
Bishop Warren McCoy was instantly dumbfounded; one must know that the Hellstorm siblings were a highly taboo existence even within the Vatican.
The Pope even regarded them as an indispensable tool for winning over the voting Cardinals (who are also Purple-Robed Bishops) among different factions!
What could be more convincing than the Vatican successfully suppressing two Sons of Satan under the Pope's guidance?
So, no matter how much Bishop Warren McCoy did not want to offend Karl, he could only brace himself and remind the other party.
"Mr. Merks, these two Sons of Satan hold extremely important significance for the Vatican; the Pope will absolutely not agree to your request…"
But before he could finish speaking, Karl, who was walking past him, suddenly stopped and looked at him with an icy gaze, saying:
"Bishop McCoy, I think you might have misunderstood something… I am not asking for your or the Vatican's opinion; I am simply informing you of my decision."
Having said that, Karl swaggered out of the dungeon with Frank and the other two.
As Frank passed Bishop Warren McCoy, he made a cutting gesture across his neck, indicating that if the other party dared to disrespect his boss again, he would chop off his dog's head!
And Logan Howlett, who, despite having joined for a very short time, felt an increasing sense of belonging to the Hyperspace Group, raised his right fist and slowly extended his middle claw, using it to replace the internationally recognized gesture to greet the other party's entire family.
These two were originally the type of people who killed without batting an eye.
They simply didn't care whether the fat man in front of them was a bishop or the Pope.
As long as Karl gave the order, the other party would immediately become a dead man!
So… who cares what your status is?
Among the few, Daimon Hellstorm behaved the most normally.
Although he genuinely wanted to teach this fat man, who had once whipped him and his sister, a good lesson.
But he was afraid of angering Karl because of it, so he forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.
However, when he saw Karl's tough attitude towards the Vatican, and Frank and Logan Howlett's undisguised threats, he inexplicably felt a surge of satisfaction.
At the same time, he also believed Karl's previous promise a few more points.
"Ah, this… could what that man said be true? He really wants to save us!"
After listening to the conversation outside the cell, Satana Hellstorm's expression gradually changed imperceptibly… from initial doubt to slowly turning into anticipation and curiosity!
"Hehehe, I never expected to meet such an interesting man in this hellhole?"
"Big brother, well, this time I'll trust your judgment one last time… But it really makes one feel a bit excited, will that human finally dare to make a move against our scumbag father?"
"Ah, how annoying, I didn't even get to see what he looked like, or if he was handsome, just now!"
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New York.
Wall Street.
A high-end club not open to the public.
"Daimon, are you sure we can find clues related to that blacksmith here?"
Frank and Logan Howlett surveyed the magnificent hall before them, unable to connect it with the term "dwarf blacksmith."
"Don't be in a hurry."
Daimon Hellstorm explained with a smile, "I know where to find clues about that dwarf blacksmith.
But as Mr. Merks mentioned earlier, we should first figure out why my father's demons chose to act specifically at this time before officially starting our operation?"
"And in this demon club, there are a few ancient demons who have been living on Earth for a very long time, and their information is very well-informed."
As soon as Karl was mentioned, Daimon Hellstorm's face couldn't help but show an expression of incredible emotion.
He never expected that the other party could even summon an Arcane Master from Kamar-Taj!
With a casual phone call, they directly opened a portal and sent the three of them from Vatican to New York!
Moreover, it was not difficult to see from the female sorcerer's worshipful gaze that this man held an extremely high status and influence even in Kamar-Taj.
It was simply terrifying…
Daimon Hellstorm suddenly realized that during the years he and his sister were imprisoned, an extraordinary figure seemed to have risen in the outside world.
However, the more this was the case, the more he had to seize this opportunity!
"A club run by demons?"
Frank and Logan Howlett's faces couldn't help but show surprise.
No, are demons that rich?
"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, we don't serve non-members here…"
At this moment, a somewhat bald middle-aged man from the front desk walked over, ready to coldly evict the three of them.
But when he clearly saw Daimon Hellstorm's face standing behind Frank, his expression immediately did a complete 180-degree turn, and he bowed slightly, saying with a radiant smile:
"It's the esteemed Mr. Hellstorm, welcome to our humble establishment; we haven't seen you around for a very long time."
"Heh heh, I was on a long trip before… but Henry, you still look the same."
Daimon Hellstorm lied without blushing, then glanced towards the direction of the dining room, "But I came a bit hastily today and didn't have time to book a table in advance."
"Sir, with your status, there's no need for a reservation; our establishment is always ready to welcome you."
The middle-aged man named Henry then led the three to a table in the restaurant.
In the spacious restaurant, there were only a sparse three to five tables of guests.
Although all these people had the appearance of normal humans, if one got close and sniffed carefully, they could smell a strong scent of sulfur on them.
That was a special "brand" that all demons, no matter what method they used, could not erase.
When a few humanoid demons saw Frank and Logan Howlett, they instinctively sniffed, then frowned with disgust.
Clearly, they had already recognized their human identities.
But then, upon seeing Daimon Hellstorm, their expressions quickly changed, just like the previous waiter, Henry.
"Isn't that Daimon?"
A bejeweled old woman at the next table said with some surprise, "I've almost forgotten when I last saw you?"
Daimon Hellstorm did not rush to speak, but first scanned the surroundings, then responded with a smile after taking his seat.
"I was doing things in other places before… but this time back, I was hoping to see many old friends here, but it seems there's no one left here?"
"Agnes, did something big happen while I was away?"
Before the old woman could speak, an elderly man in a suit, sitting behind Daimon Hellstorm and reading a newspaper, said without turning his head:
"Young man, although the noble blood of a Demon Lord flows in your veins, you are still young and perhaps very unfamiliar with the moment that is about to arrive… Every thousand years, we become especially tense during the same period."
"Many of us have already gone to safer places in advance, and I will be leaving here in a couple of days too."
Daimon Hellstorm asked with a confused expression, "Edwin, you just said some moment was coming, what exactly does that refer to?"
"I cannot say; you will know when the time comes."
The old man in the suit was clearly wary of something, but after thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but add:
"However, I can give you a piece of advice, which is to hide as far away as possible during this recent period… preferably to leave America directly."
"Edwin is right."
The old woman named Agnes took a sip of coffee and said meaningfully, "We know what you want to ask, but even if someone knows the answer, they will never say it… You can only find the answer yourself in books!"
"Alright."
Daimon Hellstorm stood up with some disappointment, "Although I didn't get the information I wanted, I still want to thank you, my old friends!"
He then left the restaurant with Frank and Logan Howlett.
"No… that's it?"
Outside the club, Logan Howlett, who wasn't very good at thinking, couldn't help but ask, "What were you two just talking about in circles?"
Frank, on the other hand, keenly sensed a hint of abnormality and said with some uncertainty, "Could the event those two old demons spoke of be related to the event Necrodamus is secretly planning?"
"There is indeed that possibility… no, it should be said the possibility is very high."
Daimon Hellstorm said with a solemn expression, "Although it's still unclear exactly what will happen, what's certain is that this matter is far more serious than we previously estimated!"
"But fortunately, Agnes finally gave me a clue…"
Frank blurted out, "You mean, the 'book' she mentioned?"
Daimon Hellstorm looked at the other party with some surprise, not expecting this seemingly rough man to be so meticulous.
"That's right, I now know where our next stop should be… and we can also find the whereabouts of that dwarf blacksmith there."
With that, he pulled out his phone and skillfully dialed a long string of numbers.