Chapter 229, Chapters 374 and 375: The Ultimate Goal of the [Dark Order]…
Da-da-da—
Accompanied by a burst of rapid gunfire, the entire interior of the factory was instantly enveloped in a dazzling golden light, which only returned to normal when the gunfire ceased.
But what was incredibly astonishing was that the figures of the angels previously hanging upside down in mid-air had long since disappeared.
Only a pool of golden blood remained, proving that they had once been here.
"How is it, Lord Brutus?"
Necrodamus blew away the wisp of smoke dissipating from the muzzle of his gun and said confidently, "I think even if God himself intervened, he wouldn't be able to revive these birdmen!"
"Very good, seeing is believing."
Brutus looked at him with a hint of appreciation, "Necrodamus, congratulations, you have successfully gained my attention…"
"But I still have to remind you that the angels you just eliminated are all just small fry, they are completely different beings from the [Seraph] Michael. The power of the curse on a single bullet cannot affect that powerful guy."
"Don't worry, my lord, even though I am just a human, I am still very clear about what kind of existence the [Seraph] Michael is."
Necrodamus said with an unusually serious expression, "Therefore, before the [Truce Agreement] arrives, I will combine all the 'sin silver' to create a weapon powerful enough to kill him."
Brutus nodded with satisfaction and said lightly, "Then you better aim accurately when you strike!"
"What do you mean?" Necrodamus's face showed a hint of confusion.
"It's very simple."
Brutus narrowed his eyes slightly, and the eerie scarlet light emanating from his eyes faded away. Then, he said in a tone that was half reminder, half threat:
"Because you will have at most one chance to strike at that time… so you must be fully prepared,"
"No problem, I will seize the opportunity well."
Necrodamus met his gaze without fear, and said meaningfully, "Even for that fragment of the [Dark Book], I will never miss."
"Hehe, greed is indeed the original sin that humans can never overcome." Brutus sneered disdainfully.
"No, no, my lord, in my opinion, greed is precisely the strongest driving force for human progress."
Necrodamus spread his hands with a little 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, there would be a mortal unrestrained by the rules, who would take the opportunity to attack one of the parties at that moment?!"
Brutus had no intention of arguing with anyone on this stupid question. He always pursued results, so he waved his hand perfunctorily and ended this unimportant topic.
And as he turned to leave, he said, "Don't worry, Lord [Satan] always keeps his promises… I will bring that fragment of the [Dark Book] with me that day. As long as you successfully complete the mission, I will reward it to you as agreed."
"But there is one thing I must reiterate, in that special area, regardless of whether your assassination plan succeeds or not, I will absolutely not take action to help. Who told you that this is also part of our deal!"
After Brutus and the other demons left the factory, Razan's figure slowly emerged from a shadow in the corner, and said indignantly:
"Lord Necrodamus, that demon is clearly using you…"
"He doesn't have to bear any risks, but he can sit back and enjoy the victory. And you, at the great risk of being killed on the spot by the [Seraph], will only get a fragment of the [Dark Book] after success!"
Razan didn't seem to want to participate in this game involving [Heaven] and [Hell].
That's why he tried so hard to persuade Necrodamus to cancel this dangerous operation.
Who would have thought.
After hearing these words, Necrodamus not only did not share the same hatred with Razan, but instead rebuked with sarcasm:
"You know nothing, of course I know he is using me!"
"But have you ever thought about it, if [Hell] could handle this matter on their own, then they wouldn't need to find me."
"Also… don't underestimate any page of the [Dark Book]. The power contained within is beyond compare, even for you, a 'demigod'.
What's more, the Order… cough cough, I mean, we have long since passed the point of no return."
Speaking of this, Necrodamus paused slightly, first raised his hand to pinch Razan's chin, forcefully pulled the other's face in front of him, stared into Razan's eyes, and continued:
"I know you have always longed for freedom. No problem, I promise, as long as you assist me in completing this mission, we will be even, and from now on you don't have to obey my orders anymore!"
"Re… really?"
Razan was overjoyed upon hearing this. He was finally able to get rid of this greedy black wizard.
Necrodamus was obviously very dissatisfied with the joy on Razan's face. You don't like being by my side that much?
He pinched Razan's chin with a little more force, and urged in a stiff tone:
"Alright, you useless guy, hurry up and collect those silver bullets scattered on the ground, and then send them to Reginar."
"He will help me reforge these silver bullets into a forbidden weapon that can kill the [Seraph]!"
"Yes, my lord."
More than ten minutes later, the two rode the mummy bird and arrived inside the [Popocatépetl Volcano] in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Reginar, the experiment was quite successful, our client is very satisfied."
Necrodamus said with a burning gaze, "Next, it's finally your turn to forge the most perfect 'artifact' with these silver coins… I am very much looking forward to how powerful it can be?"
"Hmm?"
When Reginar took the deformed twenty-nine silver bullets from Razan's hand, his brows furrowed, "Why are there still twenty-nine? When can you find the last one back?"
"My old friend, don't worry about those insignificant details."
Necrodamus advised with a look of indifference, "We already have twenty-nine silver coins, even if we are missing one, it won't have much of an impact, right?"
Reginar immediately looked at him with the eyes of an idiot, "You are a black wizard, and you don't even understand this common sense… I remember telling you last time that if you want to maximize the power of the curse contained in these silver coins, you must collect thirty silver coins."
"This is like the cars driven by you humans, which are assembled from many parts, but if you lose the smallest [spark plug], you won't be able to start it no matter what!"
"I still say the same thing, if you want me to help you forge a forbidden weapon that can kill the [Seraph], then quickly bring me the missing thirtieth silver coin. There is no compromise other than that."
The corners of Necrodamus's mouth kept twitching, obviously reaching the verge of exploding, but he didn't dare to get angry at the dwarf blacksmith in front of him at this time, so he could only look fiercely at the "easier to bully" Razan.
"It's all your fault, find that silver bullet back for me immediately. If you dare to delay my important affairs, I will personally skin you alive!"
Razan lowered his head slightly, successfully concealing the flash of ferocity in his eyes, and said respectfully:
"My lord, actually there is already a clue about the whereabouts of that silver bullet. Not long ago, a demon called me and said that he had obtained that silver bullet, and asked me to meet him at [Sulphur Harbor] tonight."
"What? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Necrodamus glared at the other party, but his tone had already softened, "Remember not to screw things up this time."
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Three days later.
[Popocatépetl Volcano].
Necrodamus and Razan stared intently at the casting platform, silently counting down the number of times the obsidian forging hammer in Reginar's hand fell, waiting for the final formation of the ultimate "big killer".
"999, 998…"
Even though the surrounding air was so hot that it was difficult to breathe due to the churning of the lava.
Even though sweat had already soaked through his suit.
But Necrodamus still maintained his standing posture, waiting here for a full three hours.
Just to be able to witness the final moment of the "big killer's" completion.
Because this forbidden weapon jointly forged from [thirty silver coins] will be directly related to whether he can successfully complete the arduous task of assassinating the [Seraph] next.
So he didn't feel at ease handing it over to anyone… not even Razan, who had signed a servant contract with him!
And the reason why Necrodamus was willing to risk angering the [Heavenly Forces] to help Marduk Kurios break the [Truce Agreement] was solely to obtain that coveted [Dark Book Fragment] from the other party.
He did this not for the purpose of studying [Black Magic], but because he was actually a member of the [Dark Follower Order].
Just like the witch Crina, who had spent more than ten years personally supporting the female vampire Lilith to become a [Demon Lord], Necrodamus was also given the same task and mission by the leader Morgan le Fay.
It was precisely because of this that he spent more than ten years laying out a plan, and finally successfully stole the [thirty silver coins] with cursed power from the abbey of the Vatican through the "lovesick" Sister Grady.
Now, his plan has finally reached the final stage.
As long as he uses this "big killer" to successfully kill the [Seraph] who will come to participate in the [Truce Agreement] tomorrow night, his mission will be successfully completed!
"Hmph, that stupid [Hell Lord] must think that he has made a big profit this time… not only can he throw all the blame on me afterwards?
He can also take the opportunity to send a demon army to slaughter the human world wantonly… or even take the opportunity to occupy the earth!!"
A cunning look flashed in Necrodamus's eyes, and he thought with some smugness:
"But this fool will never imagine that as long as the Order successfully collects all the [Dark Book Fragments], then it can use the complete [Dark Book] as a carrier to open up a special passage between the earth and the [Flickering Realms], so as to help the great [Black Magic God] Cthon avoid the constraints of the [Ancient God Agreement] and descend on the earth again!!"
"At that time, let alone a mere [Satan], even if all the [Hell Lords] unite together, they will not be enough for Cthon to fight alone."
"Oh, I almost forgot, if you want Cthon to descend successfully, you also need a very special container… that is the [Red Slayer] that appeared in a prophecy in a certain chapter of the [Dark Book]."
"Speaking of which, that [Red Slayer] seems to be a master of the [Kamar-Taj], I wonder how the leader Morgan plans to deal with the Ancient One…"
As soon as he thought that the entire earth would soon become the world of their [Dark Follower Order], Necrodamus couldn't help but get excited.
At that time, maybe he will also become a magic legend praised and admired by the world… no, it should be said by many dimensions!
So, even if he will be hunted down by the [Heavenly Forces] for a long time afterwards, but compared with his great dream, this is nothing, okay?
If you want to be famous in history and achieve a career, how can you do it without taking some risks?
In fact, it is not only Necrodamus who has such radical ideas, almost all members of the entire [Dark Follower Order] think so.
It is under such a huge temptation that many ambitious human wizards like Necrodamus and Crina will gather under the hand of leader Morgan le Fay with incomparable determination, and will reach this "great" goal at any cost!!
Ding ding dang—
Ding ding dang—
As the obsidian forging hammer in Reginar's hand fell for the last time, a powerful wave swept out from the ram's head-shaped anvil in an instant.
Buzz—
Buzz—
Like a constantly beating heart, the invisible power of the curse began to be released frequently from the thumb-thick crossbow arrow on the anvil at a fixed frequency.
Even though it was clear that the power of the curse emanating from this weapon was only effective against angels and forces belonging to [Heaven], and had no effect on ordinary humans and other creatures.
But both Necrodamus and Razan were deeply afraid of the evil power contained within.
They now have no doubt at all whether this "big killer" can kill high-level angels of the [Seraph] level.
Because the answer is obvious!
"#%￥*$@*…"
Reginar chanted a mysterious spell that even Necrodamus couldn't understand.
At the same time, using an enchanted carving knife specifically for forging forbidden items, he inscribed magical [Rune words] onto the surface of the crossbow bolt!!
