"My body ..."

It seemed that only my head could move, and I looked at her fearfully as she smiled faintly at me.

Then she stood up and kicked my hands away so hard that the private parts of her body were all exposed to her. An unprecedented sense of humiliation ate through her body as she watched, like a bug bite. She looked down at me with a slightly playful smile. The high heels lifted up and then stepped into my hand with her heel.

"Ah!"

I screamed out in pain, unable to move but not losing my senses.

"Cluck."

"AH!"

I shouted again, my heart tingling through my palm, the heel of my high heel penetrating my palm. It was the sound of bone breaking. The heel of the shoe suddenly pulled out and "poof!" The abdomen was pierced by the heel of the shoe.

The pain instantly burned to my whole body, and I watched her with a belly-aching smile. Tightly biting my lower lip,I tried to suppress my moan of pain.

The heel pulled out again, another layer of stinging pain. She walked to the top of my head and lifted her heels, which were originally snow-white and dyed red with my blood. As the heel slowly pressed toward my eyes, the blood kept dripping on my cheeks and in my eyes, and the vision turned red. Closing my eyes, I was afraid that I didn't want to lose my eyes. I was afraid of the darkness, but my dignity ...

"Master."

I opened my eyes, yielded in the nick of time, and her foot stopped. At this moment just one more centimeter down and the heel would have pierced into my eyes.

"Master...I was wrong..."

With a trembling voice, I bowed my head to her in humiliation.

A great man can bend and stretch. Didn’t Goujian also lie in wait for more than ten years?

"Ta."

She put her foot down.

"I don't know who Goujian is, but you're really too naive to think you can overthrow me."

I forgot that inner thoughts could be peeked.

"Awaken!"

She made a different sound, as if many voices were overlapping together. The language was not the language used to communicate just now, but a kind of incantation or something, however, I could understand what it meant.

The snowflake-like mark on my chest tingled again. My body could move, my whole body was filled with heat flow, the wound started to become hot. I looked over to my abdomen and there was a light blue glow overflowing. Miraculously the wound healed itself and the pain slowly disappeared.

"Lock."

There was that sounding incantation again, and the heat dissipated from my body.

I sat up and continued to cover my body, stretching out my palm slightly to look at it, and there were no scars at all.

"This is your own power. The magic weapon, Irodia, has a powerful self-healing ability as a humanoid weapon, except I'm locking up most of your power right now."

"Am I a weapon ... for fighting?

"That's right. I am the demon king of the demon race and your master. And only as the demon king can I control you and use you."

I looked up at her, the woman I called master. Forced myself to nod, as long as I could live, one day ....yeah, she was able to hear my inner thoughts.

"Discard your original name and identity, you are now called Ilotia - the ultimate magic weapon of the demon race, your awakening will make our army fight and will bring endless killing. You and I will lead the demon race back to its former glory!"

This demon king said with some fervor, should I say worthy of being a demon king?

But if I am an armoury, as she says , that means I have to participate in the war. Then what is the object to fight?

The devil king did not answer me, she just called out, "Come in."

There followed two horned brunettes in maid's outfits, who cautiously walked in. One maid held in her hand a piece of ice blue clothing that should be a skirt, and the other held a collar with a silvery white center embedded with a small red like a gemstone.

The two maids stood beside the demon lord with their heads bowed.

"Lord Demon King."

The demon king just held out her hand and did not look at them, "The collar."

The maid with the collar respectfully handed the collar to the demon king with both hands.

It seems that I have to wear this collar. Although inwardly I strongly resist, I am more afraid of the demon king using the torture device behind me. What is more terrible than death is worse than life and death.

"Lift up your head!"

In a commanding tone, I covered my body to try not to expose my key parts and raised my head in humiliation.

"Click."

The collar was locked around my neck, feeling my dignity being trampled to pieces, but as long as I lived I had hope for revenge.

"Although I am now shielding your inner thoughts, I can see your strong dissatisfaction through your eyes."

The demon lord squatted down and bowed down to look at me levelly, her expression neither angry nor happy.

Looking at her quietly like this, the Demon King's face can be considered as a captivating one, even though her eyebrows and hair are red. But surprisingly there is no hint of hotness, on the contrary, there is that Everest-like cool aura. If she hadn't said those words and done those things to me, I would think she would have instantly charmed me who has been single for twenty years.

She glanced at the place I covered, and I didn’t know if it was just my hallucination, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. And then she stood up.

"Give her the dress."

"Yes."

The maid with the clothes squatted down and placed the properly folded clothes beside me before returning to her original position.

"Come out when you're dressed, and my maids will show you to the room where you belong."

I thought she would leave the maids behind to watch me get dressed, but the Demon King called the maids away as she went out. With that door closed, by the sound of it the door should have been unlocked though.