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Using the hidden magic gem to cover his trace, Chris advanced slowly.
The compass pointed precisely at a burning bonfire, next to which stood a hunched-over wizard and a tall demon.
The demon was easily recognizable with sharp claws on both hands, hooves for feet, a pair of wings on its back, and the typical demonic horns on its head.
Its face was pale, and it seed to have stitched lines between its lips, keeping them shut. Every ti it spoke, black lines connected its lips, as if to keep it from opening its mouth.
Chris, who has just finished venting and is in a state of refreshnt, applied the reconnaissance function from the Conqueror Store to the two targets, spending 1.000 CP.
He obtained so general information, and this type of point-based investigation couldn't be noticed by the other party, making it very safe but a bit costly.
"Dread Overlord: A wise being from the dinsion of Hell, always belonging to the upper echelons. These demon envoys are incredibly cunning and use human weaknesses to persuade others. Beware of their lies as they won't remain loyal. Only powerful forces can temporarily subdue them, but they will inevitably turn against their captors. The first live capture of a Dread Overlord rewards 50.000 CP. Note: Dead Dread Overlords automatically return to the dinsion of Hell to await rebirth, and they rember their killers, seeking revenge upon resurrection!"
Chris raised an eyebrow after reading this description. It seed that these cunning demons needed to be captured alive since not even their corpses could be remained after they're dead.
He needed to find a foolproof way to deal with them, not exposing himself, as no one wanted a madman bearing a grudge.
Quietly taking out a magic amplification tool, Chris approached, concealing himself and waiting for the perfect mont.
"Do you want to beco part of the demon race? You need to sacrifice more souls, and I can hold a blood ritual for you. Beco a demon, and you'll never have to worry about being killed again. You'll resurrect endlessly from the dinsion of Hell, constantly growing stronger. In a sense, you'll achieve true immortality!" The Dread Overlord continued tempting the wizard in front of him.
"Can you resurrect the dead?" The wizard lowered his head, unkempt and looking like a filthy beggar.
"Of course, not only can we resurrect them, we can even create copies." The Dread Overlord spoke lies with open eyes. Resurrection depends on the individual; so souls are simply not allowed to be revived, even the Lord of the Hell dinsion cannot achieve that.
"What do I need to do? There are wars happening both in the west and east, providing fresh souls to harvest." The wizard referred to the World War. During the war, countless people died every day, whether they were civilians or soldiers.
"No, no, no, I need high-quality souls, and the soul of a magician would be even more delicious. The souls of ordinary mortals are useless. To attain immortality, mortal, you must sacrifice the soul of a magician!" the Dread Overlord threatened in a chilling tone. "If you can't deliver, then you must die! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lord Overlord," the wizard replied, bowing his head and avoiding eye contact.
Chris, upon hearing this, felt perplexed. What on earth was happening?
After the wizard left, the Dread Overlord remained seated by the bonfire, taking out a bottle of alchemical potion and working on it without wasting any ti.
In the desolate wilderness with few residents, the rampant presence of monsters was the result.
Normal demons dared not appear in urban areas, for reasons unknown.
Chris remained calm and patiently awaited an opportunity, ditating cross-legged to sharpen his magical power limit.
Twenty minutes later, it seed that the Dread Overlord had finished crafting the alchemical concoction. The potion had transford into a bottle of pale purple liquid, emitting a sowhat sinister aura.
"Ice Storm!" Chris seized the mont he had been waiting for and imdiately unleashed his ultimate move.
BOOM!!!
A wave of freezing air swept through, and the Dread Overlord, caught off guard, froze in place.
However, in the next second, the frozen Dread Overlord turned to ashes and re-appeared not far away, seemingly employing so sort of substitution technique to escape the fate.
Undeterred, Chris continued to suppress the Dread Overlord with frost magic, overwhelming him with a deluge of ice and snow, leaving him unable to dodge.
The infuriated Dread Overlord remained unaware of who was attacking him.
Driven by his cunning instinct, he swiftly opened a teleportation portal, attempting to flee.
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