Vaelyth looked at Monica, and a trace of worry and fear flickered in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
Valen sneered and said, "Don't think I don't know anything. Your real soul is inside this girl—if I kill her, your power will be reduced by half."
"Why don't we make a deal? You let my Master leave this place, and I let you keep your soul, how about that?"
"Human..." Vaelyth spoke, her voice as cold as a mountain sealed in ice for over ten thousand years: "Do you even know who you're talking to?"
"Of course I do, but..." Valen seed unfazed, still smiling as usual: "Your soul is in my hands—you'd better think this through carefully."
Vaelyth clenched her teeth, her hands tightening until they turned pale. Her beautiful face was filled with fury, and her eyes looked like they were about to burst into flas.
If looks could kill, Valen would have died a thousand tis already.
"Let her go, and I'll let your Master leave," Vaelyth said.
"Are you giving orders?" Valen shouted disdainfully. "Let my Master go first, and then I'll give her back to you."
Vaelyth was so furious her body trembled slightly, but in the end, she still followed Valen's demand.
She waved her hand, and a spatial vortex appeared in the middle of the room.
"Get out!" Vaelyth said to Zeka.
From her voice, he could tell she was seething with rage, barely restraining the urge to tear him to pieces.
However, Zeka was not afraid of her. He looked at her with eyes full of greed and lust: "Hahaha… A goddess, huh? I'll be back. And when I return, you'll be mine."
Vaelyth's fury grew; the snowstorm intensified, and the atmosphere beca chillingly terrifying.
Zeka had no intention of staying any longer. He wanted to leave this place imdiately.
He was eager to find the hideouts of other lords to kill them and receive even more buffs.
As soon as Zeka stepped into the spatial vortex, it gradually faded away.
Vaelyth glanced at Valen, frowned, and said, "Let her go!"
"Hahaha… Goddess, do you really think you are a goddess?" Valen mocked.
"Do you want to die?" Vaelyth shouted, her face seemingly losing all composure.
"Die?" Valen burst into laughter: "Hahaha… Death ans nothing. Even if I die, my Master can bring back to life."
"All hail my Master, hahahahaha…"
Valen laughed maniacally, then drove the drill bit into Monica's head.
"No!!!" Vaelyth shouted, her pale face filled with rage and fear.
Suddenly, a flash of light streaked toward Valen.
In a split second, the light sliced through the arm holding the stone drill.
Whoong!
A strange sound echoed, and Valen suddenly lost control of his arm.
Then… his elbow was severed, blood gushing out like a fountain. The arm gripping the stone drill thudded to the ground.
Valen stared at the scene in shock, unable to believe his arm had been cut off so easily.
But… who did it?
He looked toward Vaelyth, but her expression was equally confused.
It wasn't her—then who was it?
Gritting his teeth, Valen didn't care anymore. He quickly raised his remaining hand to form another stone drill.
However…
Whoong!
That strange sound rang out again, accompanied by a deadly flash of light that vanished in an instant.
"AAAA!!!" Valen scread in agony as his other hand was severed.
He collapsed to the ground, wailing in pain and fury. "Damn it! Who? Who did this?"
Vaelyth didn't understand what was happening, but seeing Monica no longer under control, she imdiately rushed forward to rescue her.
However, a figure appeared in front of Monica. As the hand moved, a flash of light glead, frightening Vaelyth so much that she instantly stopped and retreated.
"You are…" Vaelyth looked at the young man, her face full of confusion.
Monica and Valen couldn't believe what they were seeing either.
"No way! You… you… you're supposed to be dead!" Valen groaned, trying to suppress the pain, stamring.
Noan smiled and said, "That's right, I was dead—but I was resurrected by your Master."
"No! You're lying!" Valen shouted in fear. "My Master could never bring you back to life!"
Noan laughed and said, "Hahaha… that's because you're too stupid. Don't you realize your Master has already abandoned you?"
"You've been here for two years and accomplished nothing. You couldn't help your Master at all. Why would he still need you?"
"You… you…" Valen stamred, his face deathly pale from blood loss and terror. "You're lying! My Master needs . He will bring back… he will…"
Noan glanced at Valen and said with a smile, "You're deliberately pretending not to understand, aren't you? Deep down, you already know… your Master has abandoned you."
Valen opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but no words ca out.
"Alright then, since your Master doesn't need you anymore, you can die now," Noan said with a grin.
"No! No! No! You… you…"
Whoong!
Noan swung his arm backward, and Valen's head was severed from his neck, flying into the air before landing on the ground.
Perhaps due to the freezing cold, his consciousness didn't fade imdiately—he could still hear and see for a few more seconds.
Noan glanced at the severed head and smiled. "Ah! I lied to you earlier. Actually, your Master is waiting for you in the old cave. It's just that… you're already dead."
Valen couldn't speak. He could only widen his eyes, staring at Noan as if trying to etch his face into mory for the next life.
Then… Valen's consciousness sank into darkness.
He died—played with like a dog before his death by Noan, dragged around with a collar on his neck.
"Good! Now it's your turn." Noan glanced at Vaelyth and said with a smile, "Submit to , or die."
He didn't point at Vaelyth—he pointed at Monica's head.
At that mont, Monica was so weak she couldn't speak, her body aching as if it had shattered into a hundred pieces.
She didn't understand what was happening, nor why Vaelyth looked so much like her.
All she knew was… Noan was alive, Valen was dead, and… and… no, she didn't know anything anymore.
What on earth was going on?
Vaelyth looked at Noan with eyes full of hatred. "Are you also a servant of Vinelord?"
Noan replied calmly, "You don't need to know that. Just give your answer."
Vaelyth gritted her teeth. "Don't think you can make submit. I will never yield to a lowly human."
"Ah! What a sha. You're truly beautiful. I really wanted to have you, but… ah!" Noan sighed, then raised his hand.
"Wait!" Vaelyth gritted her teeth, her body trembling violently, eyes burning with hatred as she looked at Noan. "I… I can make a deal with you. You're not one of Vinelord's subordinates, are you?"
"I can take you to the treasure vault of this castle, I…"
Noan suddenly shook his head, cutting her off. "Vaelyth, do you think I'm a fool? If I own you, I can get the treasure anyway."
"Even if I can't possess you, I could just kill you and search for it slowly."
"You…" Vaelyth clenched her teeth. "I need a mont to think, but I can form a mutual contract with you—we can cooperate. As long as you…"
"Are you stupid?" Noan sighed and said, "Alright, my patience has run out."
"Wait!" Vaelyth clenched both hands, trembling as she said, "Fine! I… I agree to beco your woman. But you must help destroy Vinelord."
"You have no right to bargain with ," Noan said calmly, his face showing little emotion.
Vaelyth glanced at Monica, then sighed and said, "I… I agree."
Noan operated the system, and a contract appeared in front of Vaelyth and Monica.
Now that he had reached Level 5, the system's new function allowed him to have five slaves.
Caleb and Austin had already taken up two slots. Naturally, he had no intention of freeing them, so only three remained.
But he didn't want to take risks. After all, Monica held part of Vaelyth's soul. If he didn't make Monica his slave too, trouble might arise.
Seeing how cautious Noan was, Vaelyth sank into complete despair.
She had planned to kill Noan through Monica's body after forming a contract with him and break free.
But what he did completely severed her chance to resist.
Vaelyth let out a long sigh, consud by hopelessness. She reached out and gently pressed her thumb to the contract.
Imdiately, a mystical bond was established between her and Noan.
She could clearly feel that if Noan ever wished it, he could kill her at any mont.
Noan smiled and said, "Very well. Your turn, Monica."
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