The First Magic World War-Chapter 435 - : 402, The young man who mastered the power of the Flame Evil God Anululu
Chapter 435: 402, The young man who mastered the power of the Flame Evil God Anululu
Charles pushed open the carriage door, hooked the edge of the carriage, and flipped onto the roof.
The activation of his Eagle Eye special ability allowed him to quickly find the target in the crowd, a pale-faced young man.
Seeing that Charles had spotted him, the young man’s expression turned frantic, and he turned to run into a small alley.
With an indifferent tone, Charles said, “Herolf, go! We need him alive.”
The Old Goat floated up from another nearby carriage and in a mere moment had grabbed the pale-faced young man and brought him over.
The pale-faced young man, with a look of terror on his face, exclaimed, “How could you possibly have Sacred Order assistance?”
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The diary in Charles’s arms warmed slightly, and his Murmur of Fate in his hands also emitted a soft hum. Astonished, he asked, “Why are you following me?”
The pale-faced young man clenched his teeth, clearly determined to say nothing.
Not skilled in any memory-searching spells, Charles couldn’t be bothered to probe into the man’s secrets. He said to the Old Goat, “Kill him!”
As an earl with real power in the empire, Charles had no reservations about threats to his safety, if he could kill, he would.
The young man’s face turned horrified as he shouted, “You dare to kill in broad daylight?”
Charles wasn’t even interested in responding. Killing in broad daylight, what wouldn’t Earl Mecklen dare to do? He had killed a false king inside the Imperial Palace itself.
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The Old Goat casually squeezed, about to snap the young man’s neck, when he finally began to panic, shouting, “Don’t kill me, I am an Evil God candidate, just like you!”
Charles was slightly taken aback. He gestured to stop the Old Goat, saying, “Take him away!”
Summoning an Evil God was always something that could not be heard by others. Charles took the man to No. 1 Sparrowhawk Street. Although he was no longer the commander of the Lucavaro District Patrolling Army, using this place to interrogate a person or two was still no problem; besides, the paperwork hadn’t reached Dobin yet.
Charles rarely came back to the office, but this time he retained the old team of the Patrolling Army, which finally brought some life to the office setting.
He found an ordinary interrogation room, threw the pale-faced young man inside, and said indifferently, “Speak up!”
Although Charles had never interrogated a criminal, he had questioned students about whether they did their homework. Applying educational psychology to interrogation might not be the right direction, but the basic principles were somewhat applicable.
The decisiveness of Charles’s actions shattered the young man’s defenses, and he told the whole story. His name was Motensen Tim, a second-generation immigrant from the New Continent, whose father was also from Fars. His father had crossed the ocean to the New Continent and, due to the recent brawl among the Evil Gods there, they had spent a considerable sum on boat tickets to return to the Old Continent.
As the Old Leopard Man had once said, the New Continent was filled with Evil Gods and many worshipped the Labyrinth Evil God. Motensen Tim was a young man who, by chance, had gained the power of the Flame Evil God Anululu and had obtained the status of an Evil God candidate, slated to participate in the Evil God Colosseum in six months.
The more carefully Charles questioned him, the more puzzled he became, and he began to murmur thoughtfully.
Motensen Tim was extremely nervous, for he did not recognize Charles and had simply sensed another Evil God candidate and impulsively followed him for a while.
Evil God candidates could kill each other to plunder the Power of the Evil God from each other.
He had hoped to see if there was a chance to kill Charles and plunder the Power of the Evil God from him, delaying the timing of entering the Evil God Colosseum.
Unable to help but ask, Charles questioned, “Can an Evil God candidate possess different Powers of the Evil God?”
Motensen Tim was slightly surprised and said, “Of course you can. All the alternates for the thirty-six Great Evil Gods can enter the Evil God Colosseum.”
Charles had been quite perplexed, but now everything suddenly made sense. He had never understood what the difference was between going to the Agres Sea to challenge Agmilas and being forcibly thrown into the Evil God Colosseum.
The appearance of Motensen Tim made him realize he had fallen into a misconception, thinking that all the candidates for the Evil God were alternates for the Labyrinth Evil God Agmilas. But in reality, each of the thirty-six Great Evil Gods of the New Continent had their alternates.
In other words, being thrown into the Evil God Colosseum was more dangerous, facing more complicated enemies.
After clarifying some things, Charles was about to kill this pale-faced young man. What was Motensen Tim doing following him around? The reason was almost too obvious even to his toes.
Despite not knowing that alternates for the Evil God could kill each other and loot the Power of the Evil God from the corpses.
Charles made a gesture to Old Goat, and right away, Motensen Tim started screaming, “I have important intelligence! Spare me, and I can give you a tremendous advantage in the Evil God Colosseum.”
Charles shrugged and said, “I don’t need any advantage.”
“Besides, if the information is so important, why don’t you use it yourself?”
He had no intention of going to any Evil God Colosseum. Although challenging Agmilas was difficult, Charles guessed it had a higher chance of survival than the Colosseum.
Motensen Tim cried out, “I am only a First Rank Transcendent, and my family is ordinary, but you, with your power and influence, could surely do it.”
“Evil Gods need human souls, as they serve as the fuel for Evil Gods. If you can kill a few hundred people and collect their souls, you can enhance the Power of the Evil God.”
Charles was greatly surprised and asked, “Souls are the fuel for Evil Gods?”
Motensen Tim nodded repeatedly and said, “Exactly!”
Out of curiosity, Charles asked, “Then why don’t you go kill people?”
Motensen Tim’s face turned a bit pale as he murmured softly, “I can’t bring myself to do it!”
“I indeed wanted to kill you, but after walking down the street with you, I couldn’t decide whether to act. If you hadn’t noticed me, I would have likely given up. I’m really not a bad person, just entangled by the Power of the Evil God and driven almost insane.”
Charles pondered for a moment, and he actually believed Motensen Tim’s words. This pale-faced young man didn’t look like he had killed much before.
Well, by comparison, he had killed far too many people.
Charles asked, “Do you know how to collect souls and enhance the Power of the Evil God?”
After a long hesitation, Motensen Tim nodded and said, “I do!”
“I’ve obtained related Secret Techniques.”
Then he started reciting a very simple spell.
Charles listened for a while, showing a slight expression of surprise, because this little spell shared many similarities with the Beast God Shapeshifting Art!
However, where the Beast God Transformation seemed rather normal, this spell, dubbed “Evil Eye,” was genuine Evil Magic; it could strip a person of their soul, acquire some of their memories, and even seize some “skills.” This spell was almost like “Cat’s False Face.”
