"The humble Elwin bows to you..."
The Dark Elf is an intelligent creature, just like Flora, she has her own na. However, when summoned, she was rely at the Bronze Tier, and Chen Feng had little interest in knowing her na.
At that ti, the Dark Elf was more like cannon fodder, ready to lose her life in battle at any mont.
The society of Dark Elves is matriarchal; the females control everything, while the status of the males can be described as humble.
Elwin possessed her own pride, much like the rebellious nature she displayed when first summoned, she inherently looked down upon any male.
But Chen Feng was different. As a Summoner, he had absolute control over the Dark Elf. If she didn’t obey? Beat her into submission!
Thus, the Dark Elf, proud as a princess in the Abyss, beca the humblest of servants under Chen Feng, to the extent that he hadn’t even asked for her na.
On one hand, her perception of males was deeply ingrained, viewing them rely as commodities to be used and discarded at will. On the other hand, bound by the powers of rules, once she descended into the Human World, she appeared timid and fearful, even a glance from Chen Feng would terrify her, afraid of inciting his anger.
In such an environnt, the Dark Elf’s heart began to twist. She strived to prove herself, trying to display her strength and beauty before Chen Feng, as it was the only way to validate her worth.
On this day.
The Dark Elf not only reached the Silver Peak but was also appointed as a Priest under Rose, her identity transford; she beca a significant figure overnight.
Show herself.
Prove herself.
At this ti, when the Dark Elf knelt before Chen Feng and said her na, it was not for anything else, but solely for Chen Feng’s acknowledgnt.
She, Elwin, is the pride of the Dark Elves, a Priest under the Rose Goddess, and a wielder of power commanding countless Warriors!
During worship, even when bowing to the Rose Goddess, kneeling on one knee suffices, but now, to prove herself to Chen Feng, Elwin knelt on both knees, even banging her proud head against the ground, exuding utmost sincerity.
The contempt for males and Chen Feng’s absolute control had deford her inner world, where she relied on such humble obedience to vent the injustice in her heart.
"Elwin."
Chen Feng gazed at the Dark Elf beneath him and spoke word by word.
For Chen Feng, he was not interested in exploring the Dark Elf’s inner thoughts; he preferred to witness the growth effects of the Dark Elf under his guidance.
Elwin.
A beautiful na.
To know, in the Human World, reaching the Silver Peak makes one a dominator, and even on the entire bridge, few possess such status. Yet now, Elwin was kneeling like a servant on the ground, a scene that would leave others wide-eyed and speechless if witnessed.
With Elwin’s loyalty, Chen Feng also needed to express sothing, raising his right hand, a burning Longsword instantly ignited in his palm.
The Blade of Flas emitted a scorching light as Chen Feng slowly lowered the blade, pressing it against Elwin’s skin.
"Sizzle!"
The sound of flesh scalding ca from Elwin’s skin.
The Dark Elf bit her teeth, sweat instantly appeared on her forehead, but strangely, her face showed a hint of infatuation, as the scalding continued, even revealing a dissolute smile at the corners of her mouth.
In the Abyss.
Powerful Lords would leave a mark on their subordinates’ bodies, indicating ownership, and now, Chen Feng’s burn on Elwin’s body declared his stance.
This is my servant, no one has the right to ddle.
The Dark Elf panted heavily, slowly lifting her head, her clothes wet with sweat, revealing more of her body beneath. Looking at Chen Feng, her pale face evoked a sense of pity and endearnt.
Elwin crawled forward; her posture was like an injured puppy seeking solace from its owner, sothing no male could refuse from the Dark Elf at this mont.
"Inferior Demon... I hate you..."
Only when Elwin was about to approach Chen Feng did a frigid wind sweep in, and the Inferior Demon descended beside her, flapping its dragon wings.
The Divine Spawn is an existence defying rules.
Like the Inferior Demon, it possessed emotions it should never have, making it possible to beco a Divine Spawn.
—"Transformation Skill!"
When the Inferior Demon landed before Elwin, its massive size gradually shrank until it was about one ter tall, then finally stopped.
It’s difficult to describe the appearance of the Inferior Demon at this mont.
Standing at one ter, it had arms covered in dragon scales, small dragon wings on its back, a short, thick tail swinging behind, and a toy-like angry expression on its face.
Unlike a child whose toy has been taken, shedding tears, the Inferior Demon fixated its gaze on Elwin, eyes devoid of tears, only filled with murderous intent and hatred.
If not for Chen Feng standing guard, it would have killed her unhesitatingly.
Under such a gaze, even the rebellious Dark Elf felt a chill in her heart, glared at it, and moved aside.
Though both were at the Silver Peak, the overall strength favored the Inferior Demon, unless the Dark Elf could explode it with a single arrow; otherwise, once engaged in close combat, her fate was sealed.
Chen Feng didn’t favor either; he rely patted the Inferior Demon’s head and directed it to stuff the Earth-Boring Giant Worm’s skin into its belly and return to camp.
High risk, high reward.
The Earth-Boring Giant Worm is a rare Insect King.
Though its flesh was sacrificed, the skin remained, lying atop the earth.
The Earth-Boring Giant Worm’s skin, transford by soil and stone, beca extraordinarily tough, a high-quality armor material; once tailored into armor, not even bullets could penetrate it, much less slashes from swords.
More importantly, the weight is negligible, barely adding any burden.
Harvest!
The Earth-Boring Giant Worm was slain, the Dark Elf ascended to the Silver Peak, and even Chen Feng himself received Rose’s blessing; this hunting endeavor seed to have drawn a perfect conclusion.
The Inferior Demon approached the Earth-Boring Giant Worm, grasping its shriveled skin with nurous hands, slowly pulling it into its belly while Chen Feng began to clean the battlefield in preparation to leave.
Everything appeared to have concluded perfectly.
Yet, in a corner, a resentful gaze fixed upon the few people, the expression seemingly forlorn.
Flora.
The hope of the Cat Race.
At this mont, the Master of Fist stared intently at the battlefield, her gaze sowhat blank. After the Undead Mage, both the Inferior Demon and Dark Elf had broken through to the Silver Peak, yet she showed no signs of advancing.
Unlike the Dark Elf trying to prove herself, Flora served Chen Feng primarily for her people.
Flora could never forget the mont the Mourner’s head was severed by Chen Feng, purely because the Mourner lost an arm, rendering him useless, prompting the master to kill without hesitation.
Chen Feng disliked those who dragged their feet.
This point beca deeply ingrained in Flora when the Mourner died before her eyes.
But now, among the four Summoned Beasts, she alone hadn’t reached the Silver Peak, and except for the Undead Mage and Inferior Demon, even that dissolute elf had succeeded, and Chen Feng had left a mark on her body.
How could this happen...
Flora bowed her brows, her pupils fixed on the Dark Elf’s form, and the resilient her couldn’t conceal the envy in her eyes.
If she remained as she was, would the master abandon her? And if she were discarded, it would signify her people losing the chance to embrace dawn...
This cannot continue.
Flora clenched her fist tightly, ignoring as her nails pierced her palm.
Sacrifice?
The Dark Elf gained Rose’s blessing through the Earth-Boring Giant Worm, then she could also offer sothing to the gods for growth and power.
The Cat and Dance Goddess.
Their favorite offering is the corruption and fall of Believers.
Overwhelming fear narrowed Flora’s pupils into a slit, the world seemingly quieted, and amidst this unease, a wild and daring thought took root in her mind...
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