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Accompanied by a rapid burst of gunfire, the entire factory interior was instantly enveloped in dazzling golden light, a situation that only returned to normal when the gunfire ceased.
However, to everyone's astonishment, the Angels who had been hanging upside down in mid-air were now nowhere to be seen.
Only a pool of golden blood remained, proving their prior presence.
"How was it, My Lord Bruise?"
Necrodamus blew away the lingering gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, saying confidently, "I think even if God Himself intervened this time, he wouldn't be able to resurrect these bird-men?!"
"Very good, seeing is believing."
Bruise looked at him with a hint of appreciation, "Necrodamus, congratulations, you have successfully earned my attention…"
"However, I must still remind you that these Angels you just annihilated are all mere cannon fodder; they are entirely different creatures from Seraphim like Michael.
The curse power on a single bullet is simply not enough to affect that powerful fellow."
"Rest assured, My Lord, even though I am only a human, I still clearly understand what kind of existence Seraph Michael is."
Necrodamus said with an extremely serious expression, "So, before the Truce Agreement arrives, I will combine all the sin silver to forge a weapon capable of killing him."
Bruise nodded in satisfaction and said faintly, "Then you'd best aim accurately when you strike!"
"What do you mean?" Necrodamus's face showed a puzzled expression.
"It's simple."
Bruise narrowed his eyes slightly, and the chilling crimson light emanating from them immediately dimmed considerably.
Then he said in a tone that was half-reminder, half-threat:
"Because you will at most have one chance to strike… so you must be fully prepared."
"No problem, I will seize the opportunity."
Necrodamus met his gaze without fear, saying pointedly, "Even for that fragment of the dark book, I will absolutely not miss."
"Heh heh, greed is indeed the original sin that humans can never overcome." Bruise let out a disdainful scoff.
"No, no, My Lord, in my opinion, greed is precisely the strongest driving force for human progress."
Necrodamus spread his hands with a hint of smugness, "For example, it successfully helped me find a critical fatal loophole in the Truce Agreement…"
"Presumably, the person who designed the Truce Agreement never thought that one day, an ordinary person, unbound by the rules, would launch a sneak attack on one of the parties at that moment?!"
Bruise had no interest in debating such a foolish question; he always pursued results, so he waved his hand dismissively, ending the irrelevant topic.
And as he turned to leave, he said, "Rest assured, My Lord Satan always keeps his promises… That day, I will bring that fragment of the dark book with me, and as long as you successfully complete the mission, I will reward it to you as agreed."
"However, there's one thing I must reiterate: within that special domain, regardless of whether your assassination plan succeeds or fails, I will absolutely not provide assistance.
After all, this is also part of our deal!!"
After Bruise and the other Demons left the factory, Razan's figure slowly emerged from a shadow in the corner, saying indignantly:
"My Lord Necrodamus, that Demon is clearly using you…"
"He doesn't have to bear any risks, yet he can reap the rewards of victory, while you, facing the enormous risk of being killed on the spot by a Seraph, will only receive a fragment of the dark book upon success!"
Razan seemed unwilling to participate in this gamble involving Heaven and Hell.
That's why she tried her best to persuade Necrodamus to cancel this dangerous operation.
Who would have thought.
Upon hearing these words, Necrodamus not only did not share Razan's indignation but instead reprimanded her with a sneer:
"What the Hell do you know? Of course I know he's using me!"
"But have you ever considered that if Hell could do this themselves, they wouldn't need to find me."
"Also… never underestimate any page of the dark book; the power contained within it is something even you, a 'demigod,' cannot compare to.
What's more, the Cult… cough cough, I mean, we have no turning back now."
At this point, Necrodamus paused slightly, first raising his hand to pinch Razan's chin, pulling her face close to his, and staring into her eyes, he continued:
"I know you've always yearned for freedom.
No problem, I promise, as long as you assist me in completing this mission, we'll be even, and from now on, you won't have to obey me anymore!!"
"Re…really?"
Razan immediately beamed with joy upon hearing this; she could finally get rid of this greedy Black Wizard.
Necrodamus was clearly displeased with the joy on Razan's face: Do you really dislike being by my side that much?
He tightened his grip on her chin slightly, urging her in a stiff tone:
"Alright, you useless fellow, hurry up and collect those silver bullets scattered on the ground, then send them to Ragnar."
"He will help me reforge these silver bullets into a forbidden weapon capable of killing a Seraph!!"
"Yes, My Lord."
Ten minutes later, the two rode a mummy-like giant bird, arriving inside Popocatépetl Volcano under the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Ragnar, the experiment was quite successful, and our client is very satisfied."
Necrodamus said with burning eyes, "Now, it's finally your turn to forge the most perfect 'divine artifact' with these silver coins… I'm really looking forward to it, just how powerful can it be?"
"Hmm?"
When Ragnar took the deformed twenty-nine silver bullets from Razan's hand, his brows immediately furrowed, "Why are there still twenty-nine? When can you find the last one?"
"My old friend, don't mind those trivial details."
Necrodamus said dismissively, "We already have twenty-nine silver coins; even if one is missing, it won't make much difference, will it?"
Ragnar immediately looked at him as if he were an idiot, "It's a shame you're a Black Wizard, yet you don't even understand this basic common sense… I remember telling you last time that to maximize the curse power contained within these silver coins, you must gather thirty silver coins."
"It's like the cars you humans drive, assembled from many parts, but if the smallest 'spark plug' is lost, it simply cannot start, no matter what!"
"I still say the same thing: if you want me to forge a forbidden weapon capable of killing a Seraph for you, then quickly bring me the missing thirtieth silver coin; there is no other compromise."
Necrodamus's mouth twitched incessantly, clearly on the verge of an outburst, but he dared not vent his anger on the dwarf blacksmith in front of him at this moment, only glaring fiercely at the "easier to bully" Razan.
"This is all your doing! Go find that silver bullet immediately! If you dare delay my important matter, I'll personally skin you alive!!"
Razan lowered her head slightly, successfully concealing the fleeting hint of ruthlessness in her eyes, and said respectfully:
"My Lord, the whereabouts of that silver bullet are actually known; a Demon called me not long ago saying he had obtained it and asked to meet me at Sulphur Harbor tonight."
"What? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Necrodamus glared at her, but his tone had already softened, "Remember not to mess it up this time."
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Three days later.
Popocatépetl Volcano.
Necrodamus and Razan stood eagerly by the forging platform, silently counting the number of times Ragnar's obsidian forging hammer struck, awaiting the final formation of the ultimate "superweapon."
"999, 998…"
Even though the surrounding air was so hot from the surging magma that it was difficult to breathe.
Even though sweat had already soaked through his suit.
Necrodamus still maintained a standing posture, waiting here for over three hours.
Just to witness the final moment of the "superweapon's" completion with his own eyes.
Because this forbidden weapon, forged from the thirty silver coins, would directly determine whether he could successfully complete the arduous task of assassinating the Seraph.
So he didn't trust anyone with it… not even Razan, who had signed a servant contract with him!
And the reason Necrodamus was willing to risk angering Heaven Faction to help Marduk Kurios break the Truce Agreement was solely to obtain that coveted fragment of the dark book from him.
He was not doing this for the purpose of studying Black Magic, but because he was actually a member of the Dark Followers Cult.
Just like Clea, the Witch who spent over a decade personally helping the female Vampire Lilith become a Demon Lord, Necrodamus was also given the same task and mission by his leader, Morgan le Fay.
It was for this reason that he painstakingly plotted for over a decade, finally succeeding in snatching the thirty silver coins, imbued with curse power, from the Church's monastery through the "love-struck" Sister Grady.
Now, his scheme had finally reached its final stage.
As long as he successfully killed the Seraph who came to participate in the Truce Agreement with this "superweapon" tomorrow night, his mission would be perfectly accomplished!
"Hmph, that foolish Hell Lord must think he's made a huge profit this time… Afterward, not only can he shift all the blame onto me?
He can also use the opportunity to dispatch Demon armies to slaughter humanity… and even seize Earth!!"
A cunning glint flashed in Necrodamus's eyes as he thought smugly to himself:
"But this fool would never imagine that once the Cult successfully collects all the dark book · fragments, they can use the complete dark book as a medium to open a special passage between Earth and the Flickering Realms, thereby helping the great god of Black Magic, Chthon, bypass the Ancient God Protocol and descend upon Earth once more!!"
"By then, let alone a mere Satan, even if all the Hell Lords united, they wouldn't be enough for Chthon to fight alone."
"Oh, I almost forgot, for Chthon to successfully descend, a very special vessel is also needed… that is the Red Slayer, which appeared in a certain prophecy within the dark book."
"Speaking of which, that Red Slayer seems to be an Arcane Master of Kamar-Taj, too; I wonder how Leader Morgan plans to deal with Ancient One…"
Just thinking that soon, the entire Earth would become the domain of their Dark Followers Cult, Necrodamus couldn't help but get excited.
By then, perhaps he too would become a magic legend revered and admired by the world… no, by countless dimensions!
So, even if he would be hunted by Heaven Faction for a long time afterward, compared to his great dream, this was nothing at all, right?
To achieve lasting fame and accomplish something great, how could it be done without taking some risks?
In fact, Necrodamus was not the only one with such radical ideas; almost all members of the Dark Followers Cult thought this way.
It was under such immense temptation that many ambitious human Wizards like Necrodamus and Clea would so firmly gather under Leader Morgan le Fay, willing to pay any price to achieve this "great" goal!!
Ding ding dang—
Ding ding dang—
As Ragnar's obsidian forging hammer delivered its final strike, a powerful wave instantly surged from the goat-headed anvil.
Buzz—
Buzz—
Like a constantly beating heart, an invisible curse power began to emanate frequently from the thumb-thick crossbow bolt on the anvil at a fixed frequency.
Even though it was clear that the curse power emanating from this weapon was only effective against Angels and forces belonging to Heaven, and utterly useless against ordinary humans and other creatures.
Both Necrodamus and Razan felt a deep apprehension towards the malevolent power filled with resentment contained within it.
They no longer had any doubt whether this "superweapon" could kill high-level Angels of Seraph rank.
Because the answer was obvious!
"#%￥$@…"
Ragnar chanted a mysterious incantation that even Necrodamus couldn't understand.
At the same time, he used an enchanting carving knife, specifically for forging forbidden items, to engrave magical Runes onto the surface of the crossbow bolt!!