Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Chapter 1028  Cursing Ritual!

Vicente was running through one of Light Cay\'s forests, his feet breaking small branches in his path, while the sound of crunching leaves echoed through the surroundings.

Ignoring the smell of wet earth, Vicente looked at his surroundings through the glasses on his face, coming across the virtual information generated for him by Prisiche.

Around him were several trees with thick trunks and large leaves that cast shadows into the forest, even in the middle of the day. But the area wasn\'t dark enough for someone like Vicente not to see well. He could clearly see the tracks of the enemies chasing him at this very moment.

\'Those bastards are really insistent.\' He thought to himself as he looked to the side, seeing several bushes moving as the enemies approached them.

He was in the middle of a solo mission to Stonewall when he came across a group of 4 Grand Magus who tried to ambush him 5 minutes ago. The enemies had almost knocked him down and now Vicente had one of his arms wounded, blood dripping from it as he ran with one of his hands pressing on the wound.

Meanwhile, metallic beings were running around him, preparing to defend him against his opponents\' attempts to prevent him from escaping.

Vicente wasn\'t the type of person to run away from fights, but against two 3-Star Grand Magus and two 4-Star Grand Magus. He honestly had little hope. He was currently at an 8-Star Magus, but even the recent breakthrough he\'d had wouldn\'t help him much against such powerful individuals.

"Vicente, I thought you\'d be braver. I\'ve been looking for a date with you for months, you know." A smiling female voice rang out from the treetops, making him grimace even more.

In addition to the four 8th stage assassins attacking him with deadly blows, a 7th stage woman was following the fight from a safe distance.

From what he had heard of her comments over the last two minutes, these men were not individuals completing a Dark Hands mission, but underlings of hers, a young lady from Stonewall\'s biggest rival force in Light Cay.

"Really? I was wondering what you would do if you were chased by mid-level Grand Magus. Would you stand your ground and fight bravely?" He snorted as he continued on his way, aiming to reach the town only 30 minutes away, where he could get reinforcements.

While the girl laughed at him and talked about how she wouldn\'t have to worry about the reversed scenario, one man attacking Vicente had his face slightly wet with sweat.

As strong as they were, they couldn\'t deny the difficulty of taking down their opponent!

\'This brat is really formidable. If we don\'t take him down here, he\'ll be a problem for our plans for Light Cay!\' One of the 4-Star Grand Magus thought with an ugly look on his face, ignoring his young lady\'s comments to make another attack on Vicente.

"Now!" he shouted as he combined another decisive move with his three companions in action, getting all three to act simultaneously with him.

Vicente saw red lights appear from all directions, along with signs of very low chances of survival for him.

\'It\'s time for my last gamble here. I have to take the risks of summoning the Gates of Hell!\'

Then, under the attacks of the four Grand Magus, Vicente stopped where he was, causing a metallic altar to appear around him, while darkness covered the surroundings.

He finally showed himself in full, surrounded by 14 glowing pentagrams, as he placed candles and spices around him. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

The enemies attacking him became a few grades more serious as they felt their hearts change beat.

The woman observing the situation from a safe distance also stopped talking, freezing the smile on her face.

She finally saw Vicente\'s full pentagrams, which made her understand why he was so strong, but how dangerous this game she was playing was. However, what completely removed the color from her face were Vice\'s movements, which in just one breath began to reverberate results all around.

Gulp!

"Fuck!"

One of the weakest of those men attacking him shouted as he felt the clear magical fluctuation of an Eighth Class Ritual!

Vicente moved his hands and black circles formed around him, with silver characters glowing as his first Eighth Class Cursing Ritual took shape.

A wicked smile formed on the black-haired young man\'s lips as, from his metal ritual platform, he sat on a black throne, with a crown and a cloak of darkness hanging over his body.

Feeling the four lives close to his grasp, he stretched out one of his hands in the air and commanded.

"Three Calamities: First, Magic Shrinkage!"

Black and silver symbols appeared around those four frightened men, forcing them to stop moving against Vicente and try to get rid of those symbols.

But even when one of them attacked the seemingly ethereal essence around him, all he did was pass through it, without altering what was going on.

The four of them felt their magical forces weakening soon afterwards, each of them molding cadaverous appearances on their faces as they looked at the escape routes.

"Three Calamities: Second, Death Breath!"

Supernatural winds arose from the apparent vacuum of space, passing through the bodies of the four Grand Magus and causing them to lose most of their will.

The four of them fell to the ground, two of them on their knees, while their eyes trembled, almost unable to believe what was happening to them.

Their vitality dropped by 80%, forcing them into a position they had never thought they would be in after becoming Grand Magus.

Then Vicente\'s last words came out of his mouth.

"Three Calamities: Third, Underworld\'s Deads!"

Black portals formed beneath the bodies of the four men before hands emerged from them, soon after revealing rotting corpses and hellish monsters pulling the four men into the darkness below them.

"Nooooo!"

"Mercy! Please! No!"

They screamed as their bodies were taken to a horrible place, each of them trembling as they tried their best to escape those hands.

But even while they had parts of their bodies out of that chilling darkness, two of them were visibly torn apart, screaming so much that some animals nearby fled in horror.

Meanwhile, the woman there to witness the death of her target could take it no longer and turned her back on the situation, fleeing without blinking.

But Vicente still had something for her. Rising from where he was and slashing the palm of one of his hands, he shouted as his eyes turned blood red.

"Here I curse you, woman. You must not increase your level until you face me without helpers. Until that day, your cultivation will leak out every time you try to become stronger. Your beauty will be corrupted with every petty and disloyal act you take!"

A bolt of red lightning shot out from Vicente\'s altar, reaching the fleeing woman afterwards, but without injuring her.

She continued to flee, but her appearance worsened considerably as she felt a strange weight on her mind.

"Shit!"

She could only curse her lack of luck, discovering in the worst possible way that her target was a terrible 8th stage Real Sorcerer!