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"And apart from the designated envoys, no other Angels or demons are allowed to set foot in that special area during this period."
"Gradually, this agreement became a convention; even if it seemed like a superficial gesture, both negotiating parties have always tacitly followed it and tried to maintain it."
"Because once one party unilaterally breaks the Truce Agreement, it means the ensuing war will escalate from the previous 'minor skirmishes' directly to a full-scale, mutually destructive war!!!"
"Neither Heaven nor Hell wants to see such an outcome…"
"Especially Hell, after Hell Lord Lucifer no longer served as Satan, the Hell forces were divided among several Hell Lords, including my father."
"They have been constantly infighting, and most of these Hell Lords are unwilling to fight Heaven to the death!"
"This is also the fundamental reason why the Truce Agreement has been able to continue…"
"It's just that I still can't figure out what my father intends to do with those sin silver bullets if he is truly involved."
In Daimon Hellstorm's view, although these cursed bullets could harm Angels, they seemed insufficient to kill the Seraph-level envoy participating in the Truce Agreement?
But even if he could kill a Seraph, the Hell forces wouldn't gain an overwhelming advantage in the war because of it.
But just as Karl had told him earlier in the cell.
The fact that this incident occurred so close to the Truce Agreement absolutely cannot be explained away by a simple "coincidence."
What's more, given his father's cunning nature, he would never risk a full-scale war with Heaven, or even being backstabbed by other Hell Lords, to meddle in this matter without the lure of immense profit!
So that means…
Besides the information currently laid out in the open, there seems to be a shocking, massive conspiracy hidden behind this incident.
Damn it!!
Daimon Hellstorm rubbed his temples, a headache brewing; this incident was clearly far more complex and serious than he had initially guessed.
After some thought, Daimon Hellstorm, still without a clue, decided to first report the current situation to Karl, and then let him decide the trio's next course of action.
He had no choice, as he was still in the "atone for his sins" stage!
If he couldn't maximize his "value" and gain the approval of Karl, his "Sugar Daddy."
Then he and his sister would never be able to completely escape the Church's imprisonment.
And "more requests, more reports" not only highlights respect for the Sugar Daddy but also increases mutual trust, which is the best way to avoid detours!
The call connected, speakerphone on…
Daimon Hellstorm first recounted everything that had just happened, down to the smallest detail.
It wasn't that he wanted to waste words, but rather that even if he didn't say some things, Frank and Logan Howlett would surely report them to Karl afterward.
That might, instead, lead to unnecessary suspicion.
So, what else could he do?
Finally, Daimon Hellstorm tentatively asked over the phone:
"Mr. Merks, according to the information recorded in the book, the Dwarf blacksmith from Nidavellir's final destination is within Popocatépetl Volcano in Mexico."
"Should we directly capture that Dwarf blacksmith next? That way, even if Necrodamus and Marduk Kurios are truly plotting some conspiracy in secret, we can completely thwart their plan!!"
At present, without clarifying the enemy's true intentions, such an approach was clearly the most prudent.
At least, that's what Daimon Hellstorm thought.
However.
Karl on the other end of the line seemed to have already thought of a countermeasure, calmly instructing:
"No, you shouldn't alarm that Dwarf blacksmith for now; just monitor him in secret… Then have that demon deliver that silver bullet to Necrodamus and them."
"Ah?!"
Daimon Hellstorm asked, utterly bewildered: "My Lord, they went to such lengths to issue a bounty in Sulphur Harbor precisely to reclaim the lost silver bullet from us. Why would you proactively send it back to them?"
If the order not to alarm the Dwarf blacksmith for now could be understood as Karl wanting to "cast a long line to catch a big fish," seizing the opportunity to ascertain the enemy's true intentions.
Then the action of proactively returning the silver bullet truly left Daimon Hellstorm feeling utterly bewildered.
"Just follow the order."
A meaningful voice came from the other end of the phone, then the call was directly hung up.
"Ah, this…"
Daimon Hellstorm was startled at first, but then immediately realized that this was likely a test from Karl.
So he pinched his chin and fell into thought again.
He began to ponder Karl's true intention in doing this…
Normally, when this young ruler discovers a conspiracy jointly planned by Necrodamus and Marduk Kurios that could endanger Earth and humanity, his first consideration should be how to avoid or prevent this crisis from happening, right?
And at this moment, before the enemy's ultimate plan is implemented, taking away the Dwarf blacksmith is undoubtedly the simplest and most efficient method.
But the other party not only didn't do so, but instead did the opposite, proactively returning the silver bullet to the enemy?
What exactly does he want to do?
Although Daimon Hellstorm and Karl had only met once before, the latter had left an extremely deep impression on him.
Wise, powerful, domineering, and unconventional…
So, in his opinion, Karl would never act without purpose.
There must be some factors behind this that he hadn't yet seen through.
It's even highly likely that this young ruler has already discerned the enemy's true intentions!
Wait a moment?
Suddenly, Daimon Hellstorm recalled what Karl had said to him in the cell earlier, and a startling thought flashed through his mind like a fleeting glimpse.
Could this man be planning to use this crisis to plot against a certain faction in Heaven or Hell?
Or… does he want both?!
Hiss—
Mr. Merks wouldn't really be that bold, would he?
Daimon Hellstorm was somewhat startled by his own thought.
Before being imprisoned by the Church, he had personally witnessed many ambitious humans.
But never had anyone made him feel as terrified as Karl!
However, when his gaze inadvertently swept over the accustomed relaxed expressions on Frank and Logan Howlett's faces, he suddenly felt that the possibility of Karl trying to scheme against Heaven and Hell was extremely high.
Although such an approach was extremely dangerous.
But how does that famous saying go—opportunity and risk coexist; the greater the risk, the higher the reward!
And whether one can seize the opportunity largely depends on whether the mastermind's reactions are keen enough and their mind is sharp enough.
If this man has truly discerned the enemy's intentions, then this matter might just…
At this thought, Daimon Hellstorm suddenly became somewhat excited.
Because he vaguely sensed a glimmer of an opportunity to get revenge on his scumbag father, Marduk Kurios?
And this opportunity clearly lay with "Sugar Daddy" Karl!
Daimon Hellstorm quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and after thoroughly sorting out his thoughts, he re-examined the two decisions Karl had just made, immediately interpreting them with different meanings.
What originally seemed like an unreasonable and unconventional action now had a clear trail!
He picked up the deformed silver bullet with two fingers and examined it closely.
If a silver bullet forged from a single silver coin couldn't harm the highest-ranking Seraph.
Then what if all thirty silver coins were gathered together to forge an ultimate weapon?
What would the outcome be?
And… would its curse effect also work on Fallen Angels?
With the situation developing to this point, Daimon Hellstorm's enthusiasm was completely stirred up.
And he was extremely curious whether the subsequent developments would unfold as "Sugar Daddy" expected?
After a moment of silence, Daimon Hellstorm, having made up his mind, stepped forward to Edward and slowly spoke:
"My old friend, you now have a chance to atone for your sins…"
A few minutes later.
Edward, clutching the deformed silver bullet, left the bookstore in a daze, his figure quickly disappearing into the bustling crowd.
"Are you sure, just by drawing on his chest like that, he won't betray us?" Frank turned to Daimon Hellstorm, a look of doubt on his face.
The latter nodded with great certainty, "Don't worry, he just signed a soul contract with me. If he reveals anything he shouldn't, his soul will immediately suffer the curse's backlash and be annihilated!"
"And there's another benefit to having him deliver the silver bullet back: it can appropriately lower the vigilance of that female demigod and the human Black Wizard, thereby exposing more of their flaws…"
Pulling out his phone and checking the time, Daimon Hellstorm said, eager to get started:
"Alright gentlemen, it's time for us to head to Popocatépetl Volcano!"
… … … …
… …
An abandoned factory in an uninhabited area outside Mexico City.
Two black SUVs sped along, kicking up clouds of dust.
Necrodamus, who had been waiting at the factory gate, quickly went to greet a burly middle-aged man who stepped out of one of the cars, his face full of respect.
"Respected My Lord Bruise, I'm delighted you could come in person. It is my honor to meet you…"
"Necrodamus, I cannot stay here for too long, so please quickly put away the pleasantries."
Bruise, possessing his agent, showed a hint of displeasure on his face, "The Truce Agreement is imminent. How have the matters I entrusted to you earlier progressed?"
"I think you should be clear, if Satan's plan is delayed, not only will you not get what you want, but your soul will be sent to Hell to receive the most severe punishment!!"
"Of course."
Necrodamus was not flustered in the slightest, answering with a normal expression: "Please rest assured, My Lord, I am now fully confident… And the reason I invited you here today is to show you the results I have achieved in advance."
As he spoke, he slowly pulled open the warehouse door, revealing more than ten Angel figures, their limbs and blood-stained wings bound by special enchanted iron chains, hanging upside down in the center of the factory.
"My Lord Bruise, I believe I don't need to introduce them; you must recognize the faces of most of this Angel patrol team, right?"
Necrodamus proudly introduced: "My subordinates put in a lot of effort to capture these winged birdmen… But in my opinion, all this effort was worth it."
"I didn't expect there to be a Great Angel among them?" Bruise narrowed his eyes, "I didn't realize your subordinate, that female demigod, was quite capable!"
"You flatter me, My Lord."
Necrodamus smiled, not avoiding the question, "Actually, these Angels only explode with great power when fighting demons, but when facing other enemies… especially a demigod proficient in close combat and summoning magic, their strength is somewhat underwhelming."
"But back to the main topic…"
Necrodamus stepped to a dilapidated table, placed his briefcase on it, opened it, first pulled out a semi-automatic rifle and set it aside, then took out a magazine, and while loading it with special sin silver bullets, he spoke eloquently:
"In my opinion, this war between Heaven and Hell is like a game deliberately set up by God… an endless, never-ending war game!"
"In my outsider's eyes, God perhaps fundamentally doesn't want either side to achieve ultimate victory; he only wishes for this pattern to continue indefinitely!"
"But now, I have found a way to break this delicate balance, and everything will change!!"
Click—
After loading the bullets, Necrodamus skillfully attached the magazine, then pulled back the bolt and aimed the muzzle at the Angels in front of him.
"Foolish human Wizard, you actually want to kill Angels with bullets?"
One of the severely wounded Great Angels spoke weakly:
"I advise you not to waste your efforts, because even if you can destroy our bodies, it won't be long before we are resurrected by God…
Angels are immortal and indestructible, just like an unshakeable, eternal law in the Universe!!"
"Is that so?"
Necrodamus grinned, revealing a ferocious, sinister smile, and said as he pulled the trigger: "Then let's wait and see."