EFB Chapter 121 Slaves
Chapter 121 Slaves
[Supplementary witch level and talent setting: talent is divided into CBAS!The extraordinary levels are: Lower Witch - Middle Witch - High Witch - Great Witch - Holy Witch - Epic Witch! 】
[Among them, different from the general extraordinary level setting, lower witches = bronze and silver ranks, middle witches = gold ranks, high ranks = semi-holy ranks, great witches = holy ranks, holy witches = legends, epic witches = demigods!As for the False God and God level, no witches have ever appeared at this level, and we will wait for the protagonist to be trained and named! 】
Ronan pointed to the ice sculpture behind him, raised his eyes and said, "This man has been frozen by a demigod. I want something in his mind. Please unfreeze him first."
After hearing the words, Gray Eagle didn't answer in a hurry, but strode up to McGrove, looked up and down carefully, and felt the power of frost around him.
With a puff, Gray Eagle's palm was bounced away, and when he turned his hand over, he saw a fine piece of frost on his palm, which was slowly melting.
"Master, is it a demigod-level frost whisperer?"
Gray Eagle asked while driving the magic power in his body to melt the frost.
Ronan nodded, "It was the priest Colin who shot this holy apostate from the inside to the outside with just one glance, you have to guard against the Frost Whisperer from now on. "
These words do not mean that Ronan wants to break with Colin or treat him as an imaginary enemy, but that even the closest people need to be vigilant when the great cause is not accomplished.
Seeing what his young master said, Gray Eagle didn't ask any more questions, but raised his hand and pressed it against the McGrove ice sculpture.
With eyes closed, a wound appeared from the palm of his hand, blood dripped on the ice sculpture bit by bit, a force of erosion reacted with the power of demigod-level frost, like a bloody flame rushing from his palm out to melt the frost.
【Crimson blood】.
This is the name of one of Gray Vulture's talents.
The effect is erosion and assimilation beyond imagination.
In the classification of witch talents formulated by Ronan, [Crimson Blood] is also the top S-level talent. In addition, Gray Eagle's other talent [Astronomical Control] is also the same.
The combination of these two S-level talents created Gray Eagle's unimaginable combat power, and once crushed all the witches.
The reason why she didn't rank first... is because she has no interest.
In her opinion, the most meaningful time in life is when the young master lets herself kill someone.
……
[Crimson Blood] As expected of an S-level talent, McGrove returned from a zombie state to a normal one after paying the price of half a cup.
However, although Colin's shot is easier, he is still a demigod after all.
At a glance, McGrove was only half-breathed. If it weren't for the fact that he already looked like a family member of the Black Flame Duke in his body, and the organs in his body had mutated, he might be a corpse now.
To be on the safe side, before he was unconscious, Ronan raised his hand and took out an epic slave contract scroll from the space, signed his name, and patted McGrove directly on the body.
The magic scroll turned into a cloud of aura and entered McGrove's body, and immediately an invisible wave was established between Ronan and him.
Ronan felt that feeling, as if he had a single thought, and McGrove would explode and die.
But just to be on the safe side, Alisa's plague was taken. A special plague was planted deep in McGrove's soul as a second protection.
After doing all this, Ronan raised his head and said to Gray Eagle, "Thank you for your hard work."
The latter shook his head and saluted, "It is Gray Vulture's duty to do things for the young master. If you need to call again, the subordinate will leave first."
After saying that, Gray Eagle went out.
Looking at the gray eagle's figure going away, Ronan muttered, "Breakthrough?"
Gray Eagle paused, nodded, and said: "Young Master Lao is concerned, the subordinate has broken through to become an epic witch not long ago! I still have some strength that I can't hold back."
"Well, let's go."
……
After an unknown amount of time, McGrove woke up from the cold.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he hugged his whole body subconsciously, shivered from the inside out, spit out a mouthful of frosty air, and muttered: "Cold!!"
But soon, he noticed something was wrong.
I am in an unfamiliar environment, and there is... a slave mark deep in my soul.
McGrove raised his head, and then he noticed a circle of people around him. After looking around, he finally set his sights on the leader Ronan.
"What did you do?"
"Correct."
McGrove looked at Ronan with a very strange look, and said: "Although I don't know what you want to do? But from the powerful aura emanating from these witches, it can be seen that you and the Theocracy There will definitely be a big war in the future.”
"Since we are enemies of the Theocracy, then we are allies! What do you want to know? Ask."
McGrove's free and easy made Ronan a little surprised.
But after thinking about it, Ronan understood.
With a thought in his mind, a sharp pain suddenly came from the depths of McGrove's soul, and the tall traitor of the Theocracy was so painful that he hit his head on the ground.
The soul is the most important part of intelligent life!
Any attack aimed at the soul is not surprisingly fatal!
Also the trickiest!
Once the slave imprint in the depths of McGrove is formed, it means that his life and death are under Ronan's control, just like a hound raised by Ronan, which can come and go as soon as it is called.
Besides, there is another reason...
Seeing that he was almost rolling on the ground in pain, Ronan let go of the punishment, beckoned someone to help him to a chair, and asked someone to serve tea, while sipping tea, he said: "Once the slave mark is created, your life and death Just in my mind. Are you still pretending to be a big-tailed wolf with me?"
McGrove covered his head, struggled to stand up, took a deep look at Ronan, and said firmly, "You can't do this to me! Standing behind me is Master Casamon!"
Casa Gate!
It was the immortal king of the Kingdom of Kasamen who sentenced the Slaine Theocracy and led the power of other gods to confront the Theocracy in the Western Continent.
Ronan did not expect that his real name was Casamen.
McGrove's words revealed that he really had a great relationship with the Kingdom of Casamen. At least he was able to escape the pursuit of the Church of the Church every time, which should be due to the latter's contribution.
But... so what!
"Casamen? Oh, what a majesty!"
"McGrove, don't you have a clear understanding of the current situation?"
Ronan's eyelids drooped slightly, and he said lightly while drinking tea.
McGrove was startled, and then realized one thing - what was in front of him was not a sheep holding a sharp weapon, but an ambitious giant beast.