"Magical Beast... How can it force a Beamon priest to sign this kind of slave contract in other slave contracts?" Liu Zhenhan felt his head spinning.
"This world is defined by strength alone! You stupid Beamon!" The Evil-eye Tyrant laughed loudly: "You really are a tasteless Beamon priest! If you priests can enslave Magical Beasts, why can’t we enslave you?"
"If you spare Guoguo, I’m willing to become your mental and physical slave, like a puppet walking in the world for you." Liu Zhenhan directly communicated with the tyrant with his mind. A large piece of his tongue had bitten off. Talking, or even moving slightly, caused agonizing pain.
The Evil-eye Tyrant’s immense eye twitched. It suddenly found the Beamon’s sudden calm a little terrifying. It tried to explore his mind again, only to find the shield of the great magician "Wheel of Moon" restarted. Read full story at novel·fire·net
The Evil-eye Tyrant became a bit impatient. Only two prey were under his control, and the other people were under the omnipresent watch of the tentacle cyclops. Everything was in his grasp, why be coy?
Cursing at his own suspiciousness, the Evil-eye Tyrant opened his mouth full of fangs, silently mumbling an invisible magic spell. A dark magic contract appeared in his mouth, with the arrangement of different elemental symbols. In the magic fluctuation, the symbols gradually became clear, forming a complex magic contract.
This magic contract was the most unequal one. Only a small minority of evil mages would study it from ancient books. Compared to the Beamon "Spirit Communion Song", an easy equal contract, this "Spirit Branding Contract" engraved deep in the spirit completely turned the spell subject into a puppet without will. Due to the powerful effect, the casting requirements were quite high.
Making this proud Beamon priest into a humble spirit slave, doing everything according to his will, the Evil-eye Tyrant was quite proud. Aside from Phorusrhacos, none of these insignificant opponents could ignite his interest in battle. If it weren’t for wanting to gain control of this Beamon priest who could produce Saint Chiao, he would have wiped out these vermin long ago.
The Evil-eye Tyrant had been in an awkward situation before. He couldn’t kill this Beamon priest due to the "Curse of the Fallen God", and he was unable to mentally control him to kill companions to absorb their blood magic power... The priest was cursed too many times both on his soul, heart and spirit. Everywhere was a sign of curses.
If he signed the "Spirit Branding Contract", all problems would be solved... This way, he could evade the backlash of the curse, directly command him to kill and absorb the blood magic power, smoothly doing every tricky thing.
As for how to remove the Saint Chiao later, the Evil-eye Tyrant had many methods to turn this Beamon into a vegetable after opening his brain.
Thinking of the imminent success, the possibility of gaining the power of a Saint Chiao great magician, the Evil-eye Tyrant couldn’t help but want to laugh. But the magic contract was not yet fully formed, so the Evil-eye Tyrant decided to wait until the contract was signed and then have a good laugh.
The Evil-eye Tyrant forgot one thing, the Beamon in front of him was not only a warrior with incredible power, but also a Beamon priest.
The seeming minor difference between the two completely determined the fate of the Evil-eye Tyrant.
I’ve written another fourteen thousand words overnight. Haha, everyone smash your votes! If there are a lot of votes, I won’t store them. There’s another Chapter at ten o’clock tonight. If there aren’t many votes, so be it. It’s really hard to type. It hurts the eyes...
Note: The freight station has news. The fifty books sent to me by domestic publishers have arrived. But those from Taiwan publishers haven’t arrived yet. So, let’s wait. Once the fifty books from the river map arrive, I will have UU find some time to count the list of gift book recipients...