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Eckwart's murky old eyes stared at Chris. "As long as you help me, I can make you the deputy leader of the branch, with wealth and women at your fingertips!"
"Save your spiel. I'm asking you, where did you get your sorcery? Do you think I'm interested in mundane things?" Chris interrupted, dismissing the conversation. Did he really come across as someone who thought with his lower half?
Adhering to the ideology of absolute personal strength, he believed that as long as he became powerful, women would be automatically attracted to him.
"Hehe, young people are impatient. I can tell you, but you have to serve me. Deal?"
"Deal!" Chris agreed without hesitation because he had never intended to keep his promise. When dealing with such a despicable and insane villain, there was no need for honor or righteousness!
Chris's eagerness made Eckwart feel somewhat uneasy, but he didn't realize that young people nowadays completely disregard ethics!
"Okay, I once had dealings with an organization called the Hellfire Club, and it is from there that I obtained this knowledge of sorcery. If you can find the Black Queen within the Hellfire Club, she might be able to give you what you desire." Ekvot explained to Chris, "That's all, and now, you should fulfill your promise. Help me to kill that wretched Ophelia. Bring me her body." Eckwart's expression turned chilling.
"The Black Queen? She's elusive. How can I find her? We can discuss your matter later. Let me deal with my problem first." Chris bluntly rejected. He hadn't expected there actually to be a Black Queen.
"Hmph, are you qualified to meet her? The club's steward is her servant. Find the steward, and you'll find her. Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise, young man. Breaking your word will lead you to hell!" Eckwart snorted angrily, his magical power surging.
In the cavernous hall, numerous skeletons began to rise unsteadily, and in the corners were grotesque creatures formed by flesh and blood, emitting a putrid stench. Their disgusting appearance, with intestines spilling out as they walked, was repulsive.
"Alright, I have one more question. Is this pool water from the Lazarus Pit?" Chris looked at the pitch-black water and inquired.
"You're delving into forbidden secrets. Don't you think you already asked too much?" Eckwart didn't answer, his hollow gaze fixed on Chris. He was growing irritated.
His usual subordinates were all meek and submissive, only Chris seemed to maintain his composure, even continuing with his manipulative words. He began to doubt whether he had recruited the wrong person.
"Fine, sorry, but I just want to say - you mother fucker, your mother is dead!" Chris barely finished speaking when he summoned lightning, a strong electric current striking the pool water.
The electric current spread outward, purifying the power clinging to the nearby skeletons and preventing the skeletal soldiers from approaching further.
"Ahhh!!! Damn it, kill him!" Eckwart couldn't believe that Chris would strike first. They were supposed to cooperate, but this despicable bastard betrayed his words without hesitation! Damn it!
Unfortunately, Eckwart's son Kage was instantly charred by the lightning. Mortals couldn't withstand the power of natural lightning. It was suicide, not impressive.
Eckwart had no sense of sadness whatsoever regarding the death of his own son. To him, offspring were merely tools bound by blood relations.
He commanded his undead minions to launch an attack against Chris, hoping to overwhelm him with sheer numbers and kill him through the tactic of overwhelming force. He couldn't leave the pool as he wouldn't live long with practicing dark magic. On top of that, the injury being stabbed by Ophelia further limited his mobility, forcing him to rely on the pool's power to prolong his life. Without it, Ophelia would never have succeeded in seizing power.
"You old fool, go to hell! Fireball!" Chris waved his magic wand, and three blazing fireballs formed in the air, radiating an immensely destructive flame that even the caster could feel.
Feeling provoked, Eckwart snorted in anger, dark magic flaring in his hands as he uttered an incantation. "Die! Dark Orb!" He pushed his hands forward, and three black magic orbs infused with dense dark energy shot forward at incredible speed. As they flew, they produced a series of sonic booms, demonstrating their incredible velocity. In just the blink of an eye, they flew directly towards Chris!
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