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Chapter 229 Chapter 374 Chapter 375 The Ultimate Goal of the Dark Cult...

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Accompanied by a burst of rapid gunfire like popping beans, the entire factory was instantly shrouded in dazzling golden light. The situation did not return to normal until the gunfire stopped.

But what was extremely shocking was that the figures of the angels who had been hanging upside down in the air had already disappeared.

Only a pool of golden blood was left on the ground, proving that they had appeared here before.

"How is it, Lord Bruis?"

Necrodamus blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and said confidently, "I don't think even God himself can resurrect these birdmen this time!?"

"Very good, seeing is believing."

Bryce looked at him with a hint of admiration, "Congratulations, Nekorodamus, you've successfully earned my respect..."

"But I still have to remind you that the angels you just destroyed were nothing more than small fry. They are completely different creatures from a Seraph like Michael. The curse power of a single bullet is simply not enough to withstand that powerful creature."

"Don't worry, sir. Even though I'm just a human, I know exactly what kind of existence [Seraphim] Michael is."

Necrodamus said with an unusually serious expression, "So before the [Armistice] arrives, I will combine all of the 'Sin Silver' and forge a weapon powerful enough to kill him."

Bryce nodded in satisfaction and said calmly, "Then you'd better aim more accurately when you shoot!"

"What do you mean?" Necrodamus showed a puzzled look on his face.

"It's very simple."

Bryce narrowed his eyes slightly, and the terrifying blood-red light emanating from them suddenly faded away. Then he said in a tone that was half warning, half threatening:
"Because you will only have one chance to attack... so you must be fully prepared."

"No problem, I'll take advantage of the opportunity."

Necrodamus met his gaze fearlessly, and said pointedly, "Even for the fragment of the Dark Book, I will never let it go."

"Haha, greed is indeed the original sin that humans can never overcome." Bryce sneered disdainfully.

"No, no, no, sir, in my opinion, greed is precisely the strongest driving force for human progress."

Necrodamus spread his hands with a hint of pride. "For example, it successfully helped me find a critical and fatal loophole in the [Truce]..."

"I'm sure the person who originally designed the [Truce Agreement] never imagined that one day, a mortal, unconstrained by the rules, would launch a surprise attack on one of the parties at that very moment?!"

Bryce had no intention of arguing with others on this stupid issue. He always pursued results, so he waved his hand perfunctorily and ended this irrelevant topic.

As he turned to leave, he said, "Don't worry, Lord Satan always keeps his promises... I will bring the remaining scroll of the Dark Book with me that day. As long as you successfully complete the mission, I will reward you with it as agreed."

"But there's one thing I must reiterate. Within that special area, regardless of whether your assassination plan succeeds or not, I will absolutely not assist you. After all, this is part of our deal!"

After Bryce and the other demons left the factory, Larzen slowly emerged from a shadow in the corner and said indignantly:

"Lord Nekorodamus, that demon is clearly using you..."

"He doesn't have to take any risks, yet he can win without any effort. Meanwhile, you risk being killed on the spot by the Seraph, and if you succeed, you'll only get a fragment of the Dark Book!"

Lazan doesn't seem to want to get involved in this game involving [Heaven] and [Hell].

That's why he tried his best to persuade Necrodamus to cancel this dangerous operation.

Who can imagine.

After hearing this, Necrodamus, instead of joining Lazon in his hatred, rebuked him with a sarcastic expression:
"You know nothing! Of course I know he's using me!"

"But have you ever thought that if Hell can handle this on its own, then they don't need to look for me at all."

"Also... never underestimate any page of the Dark Book. The power contained within it is beyond the reach of even a demigod like you.

What's more, the Order... ahem, I mean, we have already reached the point of no return."

Having said this, Nekorodamus paused slightly, first raised his hand to pinch Lazen's chin, and pulled the other's face in front of him, staring into Lazen's eyes, and continued:

"I know you've always longed for freedom. No problem, I promise. As long as you help me complete this mission, we'll be even. From now on, you won't have to obey me anymore!"

"Really...really?"

Upon hearing this, Larzen was overjoyed. He could finally get rid of this greedy dark wizard.

Nekorodamus was obviously very dissatisfied with the joy on Larzan's face. Do you really not like being with me?
The fingers pinching his chin exerted a little force, and he urged in a stiff tone:

"Well, you useless fellow, hurry up and collect those silver bullets scattered on the ground and send them to Regnar."

"He will help me reforge these silver bullets into a forbidden weapon capable of killing the [Seraph]!!"

"Yes, my lord."

More than ten minutes later, the two of them rode on the mummy bird and arrived inside the Popocatepetl volcano in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Regner, the experiment was quite successful and our clients are very satisfied."

Necrodamus said with a burning gaze, "Next, it's finally your turn to use these silver coins to forge the most perfect 'artifact'... I'm very much looking forward to it. Just how powerful can it be?"

"Ok?"

When Regnar took the twenty-nine transformed silver bullets from Larzen's hand, his brows furrowed. "Why are there still twenty-nine? When can you find the last one?"

"My old friend, don't worry about those trivial details."

Necrodamus said nonchalantly, "We already have twenty-nine silver coins. Losing one won't cause much trouble, right?" Regnar immediately looked at him like an idiot. "You're a Dark wizard, and you don't even know this common sense... I remember telling you last time that to maximize the curse power contained in these coins, you need to gather all thirty silver coins."

"It's like the car you humans drive. It's made up of many parts, but if you lose the smallest part, the spark plug, it won't start no matter what!"

"I still say the same thing. If you want me to help you forge a forbidden weapon powerful enough to kill the Seraph, then bring me the missing 30th piece of silver immediately. There is no other compromise."

The corners of Nekorodamus' mouth kept trembling, and he was obviously on the verge of exploding, but he didn't dare to get angry at the dwarf blacksmith in front of him at this time. He could only look viciously at Lazen, who was "easier to bully".

"This is all your fault! Find that silver bullet for me right now! If you dare to delay my important task, I'll skin you alive with my own hands!"

Lazan lowered his head slightly, successfully concealing the flash of anger in his eyes, and said respectfully:

"Sir, the whereabouts of the silver bullet have already been revealed. A while ago, a demon called me and told me that he had obtained the silver bullet and asked me to meet him at [Sulphur Port] tonight."

"What? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Necrodamus glared at the other man, but his tone had softened. "Remember not to mess it up again this time."

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three days later.

[Popocatepetl Volcano].

Nekorodamus and Lazen stood by the casting table with eager eyes, silently counting down the number of times Regnar swung the obsidian forging hammer in his hand, waiting for the final formation of the ultimate "killer weapon".

"999, 998..."

Even though the air around was so hot due to the surging magma that it was difficult to breathe.

Even though sweat has already soaked through the suit on my body.

But Necrodamus remained standing and waited here for more than three hours.

Just to be able to witness with my own eyes the final moment when the "big killer" is completed.

Because this forbidden weapon, forged from [thirty silver coins], will directly affect whether he can successfully complete the difficult task of assassinating [Seraphim].

So he was not confident in handing it over to anyone... not even to Lazen, with whom he had signed a slave contract!

The reason why Necrodamus was willing to take the risk of angering the [Power of Heaven] and help Marduk Kurios destroy the [Armistice] was simply to get the coveted page of the [Fragment of the Dark Book] 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 Followers Cult].

Just like the witch Clee who spent more than ten years to personally cultivate the female vampire Lilith into the [Demon Lord], Nekorodamus 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 planning, and finally, through the "love-brained" Sister Grady, he successfully snatched the cursed [30 silver coins] from the monastery of the Holy See.

Now, his plan has finally reached the final stage.

As long as he can use this "big killer" to successfully kill the [Seraphim] who came to participate in the [Armistice] tomorrow night, his mission will be successfully completed!

"Heh, that stupid [Hell Lord] must have thought he'd made a killing this time... and now he can put all the blame on me?
They can also take the opportunity to send an army of demons to the human world to slaughter people... or even take over the Earth! ! ”

A cunning look flashed in Necrodamus's eyes, and he thought to himself with some complacency:

"But this idiot could never have imagined that if the cult successfully collected all the [Dark Book Fragments], they could use the complete [Dark Book] as a carrier to open a special channel between Earth and the [Flickering Realms], thereby helping the great [God of Dark Magic] Sisos to avoid the constraints of the [Ancient God Agreement] and return to Earth!!"

"By then, let alone a mere Satan, even if all the Lords of Hell unite together, they will not be enough for Lord Sisos to defeat alone."

"Oh, I almost forgot. If Lord Sisos wants to descend successfully, he'll need an extremely special vessel... That's the Red Slayer that appeared in a prophecy in the Dark Book."

"Speaking of which, that Red Slayer seems to be the master of mysticism in Kamar-Taj. I wonder how Chief Morgan plans to deal with the Ancient One..."

Necrodamus couldn't help getting excited when he thought that it wouldn't be long before the entire earth would become the world of their [Dark Followers Cult].

By then, maybe he will become a magical legend praised and admired by the world... no, it should be said that he will be praised and admired by many dimensions!
So, even if he will be hunted by the [Power of Heaven] for a long time to come, it is nothing compared to his great dream, right?
If you want to be remembered for generations and achieve great things, how can you do it without taking some risks?
In fact, Necrodamus was not the only one who held such radical ideas. Almost all members of the [Dark Followers Cult] thought so.

It was precisely under such a huge temptation that many ambitious human wizards like Necrodamus and Clee gathered under the leadership of their leader Morgan Le Fay with unwavering determination, determined to achieve this "great" goal at any cost! !
Jingle bell——

Jingle bell——

As Regnar's obsidian forging hammer landed for the last time, a powerful wave instantly swept out from the sheep-head-shaped iron felt.

hum-

hum-

Just like a beating heart, the invisible power of curse began to be released at a fixed frequency from the thumb-thick crossbow arrow on the iron felt.

Even though they knew that the cursed power emanating from this weapon was only effective against angels and the forces of Heaven, it had no effect on ordinary humans and other creatures.

But both Nekorodamus and Lazen were deeply wary of the evil power full of resentment contained therein.

They now have no doubt whether this "big killer weapon" can kill high-level angels of the [Seraph] level.

Because the answer is obvious!
“#%￥*$@*…”

Regnar muttered a mysterious spell that even Necrodamus couldn't understand.

At the same time, using a magic engraving knife specially used for forging forbidden items, he wrote magical runes on the surface of the crossbow arrow! !

(End of this chapter)