Dennis was continuously being hurt by the magic currents, rolling on the ground in pain.

Alan looked at Dennis, knowing that he had no magic abilities like the other powerful mages. He couldn't defeat other mages with his own strength and change the world. The power of an ordinary person seemed so weak and powerless now.

Erika had been captured, and everything had fallen into a passive state. Alan had lost his own territory and it seemed like he had nothing left.

Except for this slave mark. If he wanted to destroy the slave system, he had to use the power of this evil mark. Since these people were afraid of having their interests damaged and wanted to bring him down, well, then let's see who was the boss. Alan would use their proud slave mark to destroy the branches of their interests.

Alan lit a torch and walked inside the deeply buried underground church. "Where could it be? Erika, were your guesses really correct?"

The sounds of Dennis's painful cries on the ground were so clear. Alan went deeper and soon saw a huge underground reservoir in front of him.

"It can't be!" Alan exclaimed, squatting down to examine it. This was a puddle of stagnant water, buried underground for who knows how many years. Water that couldn't flow would, under these circumstances, either dry up or turn into a swamp filled with mud.

But as if it were inviolable, this pool of cold water was clear and reflecting light like a mirror in the dark underground.

Alan tentatively reached his right hand into the water and when he pulled it out, he realized that his left hand was unexpectedly clean. The difference between his left and right hands was visible to the naked eye.

Alan knew that this water was definitely unusual. He also put his right hand in and immediately felt a chill. The Mark of Abandonment on his right hand suddenly glimmered.

In the middle of the clear lake, a white bed slowly rose up. The white sheets, white pillows, and softness resembled a piece of goose feather floating on the water, slowly drifting towards Alan.

As the small bed got closer and closer, Alan could see a cute loli lying on it.

Her body was delicate and small, resembling a cute kitten. Her fair skin could even rival the white sheets.

She had beautiful golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, with a bright color. Her perfect face was hard to find in the world, with closed eyes and cheeks blushed with a transparent red. It made one want to reach out and pinch her. Her water-red lips, of moderate thickness and crystal-clear, were like the most tempting fruit in the world.

The pure white of the loli's skin, the pure white of the sheets, and the pure white of the thin skirt were all so flawless, giving people a feeling of being immersed in pure happiness.

Until she got closer, Alan realized that he was wrong. What he saw was not the softness and whiteness of a blanket, but eight white wings!

This was not a loli, it was an angel, a messenger of the gods, a being that mortals admired and worshipped in the church, known as the most pure thing in the world! It possessed powerful and miraculous powers.

However, this pure whiteness already had a flaw. Half-hidden by the small white skirt on her flat chest, there was a blood-red mark. This mark stood out on her pure white body, and Alan could recognize it at a glance.

"Are you also my slave?" Alan asked, breaking the fragile sanctity of the situation. The mark on the back of Alan's hand and the mark on the chest of the angel loli both began to emit a blood-red light.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~" The blood-red currents surged through the cute and delicate body. The slave who did not answer their owner's question was being punished.