"Brother Alan!" Dennis smirked charmingly and mockingly with her usual coquettish tone. "You really have a big mouth! How can a useless waste like you fight back against me? It's just you and me here. You, a trash who only knows how to use small fireball spells, how can you confront a silver-ranked knight?"
"Dennis, you're right. I am weak and I don't know magic. But I'm smarter than you!" Alan swallowed his saliva. "Don't you find it strange? Why did I know you were a traitor as soon as I left the cave? And why did I ask you to accompany me on this journey? Because I need you. Without your help, I couldn't dig through this thick soil. And without you holding me, I couldn't jump down from a more than ten meter high hall. Look at your shoulder!"
When Dennis heard these words, cold sweat had already formed on her forehead. She turned her head and looked at her shoulder.
"What is this?" Dennis was surprised to find a blue bead stuck to her shoulder, with faint blue arcs flickering on it.
It was a Thunderbolt Sphere, an expensive magical item costing fifty gold coins. It could be remotely detonated with a small amount of magic power, emitting strong electromagnetic waves that paralyzed enemies.
Dennis suddenly recalled that Alan had patted her shoulder before asking her to dig the soil. Could it be that he had been plotting against her since then?
Dennis swiftly stepped forward, wanting to kill Alan in one blow. However, she found that Alan had already distanced himself far away from her from the very beginning. Even if she reacted twice as fast as Alan, she couldn't stop him from detonating the magic sphere.
The blue arcs shone brightly as Dennis screamed in pain, illuminating the broken church and the pleading angel statue.
Dennis fell right in front of Alan but still gritted her teeth, "Alan, what's the use of this? Magic items are just deceptive tricks. They can only paralyze me for five seconds. When I get up, you're finished!"
Dennis said so because most magic items in this world had weak effects. Although they were convenient to carry, they were no match for the power of a magician's spell of the same value. Otherwise, why would anyone hire a magician when they could just buy magic items?
The magic item she bought for five gold coins could only paralyze her for five seconds at most.
"Five seconds is enough!" Alan said, shocking Dennis. Because a blood-red halo had already started to emerge on Alan's right hand, bearing the blood-red imprint of eight wings with iron chains. It looked like a devil, fixated on Dennis.
The Mark of Abandonment, once the slave mark was properly engraved, even a god could turn someone into a slave!
"What, what are you going to do? Don't come any closer!" Dennis was terrified. She admired wealth and vanity, and looked down on slaves like Erika. In her heart, she was a noble existence that those dirty slave whores couldn't compare to. Slaves just needed to look up to her and kneel down, eating the leftovers from her table.
But now, Alan wanted to turn her into a slave too!
"No! Please, let me go, Brother Alan! Brother Alan! Dennis knows she was wrong, it was all just a joke! Look at me, see how well I perform!"
With a tear, her symbol of wealth and pride, her noble dress, was torn apart.
Dennis's skin was fair and delicate, without experiencing any hardships, just like herself, delicate and fragile.
But Alan's right hand patted down and pressed on her chest, and the blood-red light instantly pierced through Dennis's chest, leaving a blood-red slave mark on it.
"Now, you're my slave!" Alan said, standing up. Dennis looked at the ugly blood-red mark on her pure and flawless chest, filled with anger, wanting to kill Alan.
But The Mark of Abandonment was not something to be trifled with. It wouldn't allow Dennis, as its owner, to show hostility toward it.In an instant, a blood-red current of pain surged through Dennis' body like boiling. Dennis howled in agony, tears shining in his eyes.
In the past, she had used this kind of current to discipline the slaves she had trampled upon, but The Mark of Abandonment released a slave arc that was a hundred times more painful than the usual slave imprint, and it was now ravaging her delicate body!
"Waaah!" Dennis completely lost his composure, screaming in a manner reminiscent of a pig being slaughtered, the pain palpable in his voice.
"You despicable person! Release me now!" Dennis shouted, but the current continued to brand her body with pain, causing her to collapse weakly to the ground.
Alan sighed, realizing that he had indeed used this evil power.
