Chapter 419: Death

After seeing off Old Luo and the others, some spatial fluctuations emerged behind Li Mochen, and Anthony's voice came through.

"Are you planning to convince them one by one like this? Telling them that you regard the thirteen legends opposite as nothing?"

Anthony's tone held a hint of disapproval: "I don't think they'll believe you, and what if the news leaks and the other side strengthens their forces?"

"If they don't believe, then there's no need to worry about leaking the news."

Li Mochen smiled self-deprecatingly: "I think many of them will see this move of mine as nothing more than a deathbed struggle, feigning calm. It's to reassure the fleet. Even if they do strengthen their forces, so what? With you and Hazel as backup, I won't lose."

He knew that the president of Light Magic Industries had already summoned several legends nearby, which was why he dared to send Lind back to Atlanta.

"You have a point."

Anthony thought for a moment and found himself unable to refute: "The one who teamed up with the Dragon Witch Sect to target you has been found. He's a young man, but he does have some strength."

Li Mochen raised an eyebrow: "Benedict, is it?"

This was a major family that had risen in Georgia less than 150 years ago, initially making its mark through hunting groups. After three generations of management, they had established solid fortresses and magical energy arrays in the dark world, thereby gaining massive funds to infiltrate various industries in Georgia and Florida. By now, the Benedict family possessed a vast asset of 500 billion gold shields in the light world.

It was worth noting that Conshohie Wiltonstein's first wife, Hannah Wiltonstein, was originally named Hannah Benedict.

"Calvin Benedict."

Anthony's voice was grave: "Are you sure you want to strike at him? Even at the cost of making an enemy of the Benedicts?"

Li Mochen chuckled: "You should ask them that question in reverse. From my standpoint, anyone who tries to reach for me must have their claws cut off immediately."

"But this is a family with a demigod after all. Their backlash won't be light."

"I have no room to back down. They were already my enemies."

Li Mochen's lips curled coldly: "As for the Benedict family's backlash, that depends on whether my blood-eyed maid can escape the fate of absorbing the 'War Angel's Heart' two days from now."

"Alright, you don't need to go through the Red Sparrow Club's intermediary for this. I'll place the order for you. Eighty million gold shields can already hire the best fifth-level legendary assassin in America."

Anthony knew that if Robert Eiffon survived, even if she hadn't fully absorbed the power of the 'War Angel's Heart,' she would still have combat power close to that of a demigod.

The Benedict family's demigod had never mastered divine authority, so the outcome of a battle between the two was uncertain. And the Blood-Eyed Angel's massacre on the continent of Antolia would give her considerable deterrent power.

By that time, it would be the Benedict family considering the cost of an all-out war with Li Mochen, not the other way around.

Thinking of this, Anthony sighed: "What a ruthless move—that's a young life. I even spoke with the kid at a few charity galas before, planning to invest in his magic stone mining project."

But between the two families, there was no need to consider which side to choose. The situation in Atlanta, beyond everyone's perception, had completely lost balance. The problem was that most people still hadn't realized this.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Li Mochen also felt that entrusting this matter to the Red Sparrow Club's intermediary wasn't very reliable. Although the latter had an excellent reputation, when it involved a war with a hegemonic financial group, that political family known as the uncrowned king of Georgia might not be so trustworthy.

Moreover, the Red Sparrow Club might not have the resources to help him invite a fifth-level legend.

"And my sniper position, how is it coming along?"

"I feel like I'm becoming your laborer."

Anthony Braden complained, then showed a hint of pride: "It's done, guaranteed to surprise you. And your 'Light Magic No. 4,' I've used Moshlar technology to slightly improve it. I guarantee that the day after tomorrow, you'll be able to maximize the power of 'Dragon's Might.' I think even if it can't match the power of the bullet that severely wounded the 'Void Night Lord' back then, it won't be far off. Your current magic level is also incomparable to what it was, isn't it?"

...

"This is an ill omen, Calvin."

In Columbus, Georgia, at the 'Zoe Spirit Medium House' on the outskirts, Ms. Elizabeth Zoe, one of the famous spirit mediums on the East Coast of America, frowned as she looked at the crystal ball before her.

"Whatever action you're currently taking, I suggest you stop immediately. Otherwise, you might die in the next few days."

"Die?"

Across the small table, the young man named Calvin Benedict found it amusing: "Are you sure, Ms. Zoe? I haven't offended any powerful figures, and I'm already a level 17 shield warrior."

"This is how the séance turned out."

Elizabeth Zoe sighed: "Although my prophecies are often unreliable, the spirit I summoned this time is very powerful. I can't reveal the name of that lord, but he holds a seat among the seventy-two pillars of demons. And your future, Calvin, is full of blood and grayness; I can't see any clear images. This is clearly a sign of murder and death. If you don't change course, you will surely die."

Calvin Benedict's expression gradually turned serious, and he fell into thought: "Ms. Zoe, thank you for the warning. I'll be careful in the coming days."

"So you can't stop, can you?"

"There's an Eastern saying: 'An arrow on the string must be released.'"

Calvin shook his head: "My opponent is weak and has fallen into a desperate situation off the coast of Antolia. He shouldn't cause me any trouble. If your prophecy is true, then the danger must come from other aspects. I'll strengthen my defenses and try to stay out of sight, so there's no need to worry."

"Take care of yourself."

Elizabeth Zoe clearly wasn't optimistic, but she didn't continue to persuade him. She knew Calvin had made up his mind and couldn't be swayed by her.

People like to divine the future, but if the future isn't what they hope to see, they usually remain skeptical. Especially someone like Calvin, who has unwavering faith in his own strength.

"Then before you leave, would you like to draw another tarot card?"

"Of course!"

Calvin Benedict smiled, directly drew a card from the stacked tarot deck beside him, and without even turning it over, he took his leave.

After seeing off the distinguished guest, Elizabeth Zoe returned to her séance room and turned over the card. Her face turned pale.

It was 'Death.'