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Chapter 115 Voodoo Queen

Upon hearing this, Mary Lavo's expression changed drastically. She immediately grabbed the landline on the table and spoke rapidly in her dialect.

A moment later, the phone rang.

After hearing the report from the other end of the phone, she was so angry that she laughed.

The only person who could quietly dig up that coffin in New Orleans is that Fiona, that wicked woman.

"I can help you deal with her."

Suren spoke up at the opportune moment.

Mary Laver narrowed her eyes, sized him up a few times, and said with disbelief, "You?!"

Fiona is the Supreme Witch of this generation, possessing immense power.

Even as the Voodoo Queen herself, she had to avoid a direct confrontation with her.

What makes this unknown young man so bold as to make such outrageous statements?

Suren didn't waste any words.

He gently raised his hand, clenched his fingers into a fist, and then slammed his fist directly into the ground.

"Boom"

The hard ground instantly caved in, creating a small pit half a meter wide.

Mary Laver's pupils contracted sharply. Regardless of whether this man could deal with the Witch Supreme, his inhuman power alone was enough for her to establish a relationship with him.

"very good."

She dropped all her disdain, said no more, asked Suren for Patty's belongings, and then got up and walked to the open space in the center of the room.

This differs from Fiona's method of divination using tarot cards.

Mary Laver's divination was full of primal wildness, like some kind of ancient ritual.

Her eyes rolled back, her body began to writhe erratically, and she uttered strange whispers.

As she moved, the shadows in the originally dim room seemed to come alive and began to surge.

A few minutes later, Mary Lavo, who was still performing the ritual, seemed to be attacked by some invisible force.

With a muffled groan, he flew backward and crashed into the wall.

She clutched her chest, panting, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Cough—The opponent is extremely powerful. My voodoo spirit body isn't even qualified to get close."

"Moreover, there was a barrier around that group of people, which was driving away outsiders from probing."

Suren felt reassured. Two battles with different systems had yielded similar results, so it seemed that Fiona hadn't lied to him about this matter.

He asked again, "How can a witch be made to grow quickly?"

Upon hearing this, Mary Lavo couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

This question sounds like a newborn baby asking how to grow into a strong man in a day.

But seeing that Suren didn't seem to be joking, her expression hardened slightly.

She thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "A witch's magic is linked to her soul."

"To break through conventional accumulation, one must unleash potential through the pressure of life and death."

At this point, Mary shook her head and said, "The line between life and death is easy to say, but if you're not careful, you really will become a corpse."

"Now very few people do this anymore."

Suren listened to the other party's words and fell into deep thought.

This theory is basically consistent with his previous guesses.

For these witches, the growth of their power was never a gradual upward climb, but rather an explosive leap.

This can be seen from the energy that erupted when Zoe was pretending to be frightened by Madison and his friends when she first enrolled.

If the external threat is lethal enough, they can rise to the top in one fell swoop.

Suren touched his chin.

A place that provides a high-pressure environment that can determine life or death, while also being able to control the mortality rate at any time.

What place in the world could be more suitable than Silent Hill, under Alessa's control?

By forcing Zoe into real death and desperate situations, she quickly awakens the "Seven Wonders" in a short period of time.

Then kill Fiona, so that Zoe can rightfully obtain the full power of the Witch Supreme.

Thinking of this, he looked at Mary Laver sitting opposite him and said something astonishing: "I plan to kill Fiona and cultivate a new Supreme Witch."

Upon hearing this, a strange glint flashed in Mary Laver's eyes: "Aren't you afraid I'll tell on you?"

Suren's expression remained unchanged.

There is a long-standing feud between Mary Laver and Fiona, or between the Voodoo Cult and the Witch Academy in New Orleans.

Voodoo has been deeply rooted in New Orleans for a long time.

The Salem witches, who later fled there, established their territory and even founded a school.

Both sides were stained with each other's blood in their struggle for territory, and their hatred had long since seeped into their very bones.

Just like on the plane, Fiona somehow saw the business card on her body, learned that she was going to see Mary Lavo, and immediately offered her benefits to stay.

These two people are the kind who would love for the other to die a miserable death in the street immediately, so why would they inform on each other?

Seeing that Suren remained calm and unaffected by her words, she said with some regret, "You're telling me all this so you can help me deal with Fiona?"

"Need not."

Suren continued, "I can handle her by myself."

These words, spoken so casually, caused Mary Lavo's pupils to contract sharply.

As her arch-enemy who had fought for half her life, she knew Fiona's abilities better than anyone else.

Where does this young man get his confidence that he can hunt down the Supreme Witch all by himself?

"I'm bringing this up because I hope that after I kill her, you'll be able to join the witch academy."

Ignoring the other person's shock, Suren continued, "Or rather, I hope that you two can establish a mutually supportive alliance."

"You certainly have big ambitions."

Only now did she finally understand what the young man in front of her was planning.

A flicker of apprehension crossed Mary Laver's eyes as she sneered, "Fiona will die sooner or later. You think you can seize control of both major witch factions in this region by using a corpse as a favor?"

Suren nodded noncommittally, making no attempt to conceal his intentions.

"I might encounter some trouble later and need a stable intelligence network. Cooperation between you is the easiest thing for me to do."

Mary Lavo stared at Suren for a long time, as if trying to confirm whether he was joking.

After a moment, she continued, "Since the goal is to form an alliance, Fiona's death alone is not enough."

"explain."

Suren waited quietly for the other party to continue.

A sudden surge of anger rose on Mary Laver's face.

"A hundred years ago, a pair of despicable black thieves stole the black magic left by my ancestors using despicable means."

"They have survived to this day by swapping souls and taking over the bodies of young people."

Suren listened quietly.

"This kind of trick is an insult to voodoo."

She raised her head, staring intently at Suren: "I've wanted to skin them alive countless times. But they know my methods too well. As soon as I get close, they can immediately sense it and set traps to counter me."

"But you are different; your power seems to come from the devil."

I want you to go to that manor and kill them with your own hands, and bring back the dark magic of my ancestors.

Seeing the murderous intent in Mary Lavo's eyes, Suren quickly made up her mind.

Killing two ordinary people is enough to gain the cooperation of a voodoo faction; it's a sure win.

Give me their address.

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