Chapter 433: Ranchi's Fourth Passive Skill

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In the dim prison cell, Sinora stood in the shadows, her pupils reflecting the faint light from the ceiling and the radiant figure of the black-haired, green-eyed girl bathed in its glow. ●Search.●

…"

Sinola's eyes were no longer the former guarded and thoughtful ones. Before closing, there was only a release and tenderness left.

She stood with her feet slightly apart, her hands lightly clasped in front of her abdomen. She maintained an air of composure, her knees slightly bent, her eyelashes casting a humble shadow down. Her expression was calm and friendly, neither overly enthusiastic nor aloof.

Throughout the entire ceremony, the young lady's movements were graceful and controlled, revealing her upbringing and confidence.

Then, she gracefully returned to her original form.

"I will follow you, new king."

Xinnora murmured softly, as if to herself, but also to Antanas and the Great Poet, a promise.

"Then I'll take you away from Helrom Prison. You might need to fight for me. The most important thing right now is to work together with Antanas to deal with an eighth-rank enemy. Can you do that"

The great poet nodded and asked.

"Of course, I have pledged my loyalty to you. There is no need for a transaction; I will naturally devote my power to you."

Sinovac replied.

She hadn't had a serious fight in ages. If she could prove herself to the new king, she would certainly give it her all.

"Please make a contract with me."

Xin'ola placed her hands by her sides and kept her eyes fixed forward, waiting patiently. She had accepted the terms of this contract.

What she was pointing to now, of course, was another, more tangible contract.

The Protoss Empire has kept these powerful demons here, choosing not to execute them, because they wanted to use the ancient demonic runes within Hel'rom Prison's wards to bind them in servitude through slave contracts.

This is also their only way to escape Helroom Prison and the Protoss Empire.

Unexpectedly, one day it became the way the new king took them away.

She had probably forgiven all her resentment toward Hellrom Prison.

If it were the power to become the new king, even if she would be branded a slave for life, she could bear it…

"No, we agreed that trade between demon clans was enough. Slavery is too much."

The great poet shook his head and waved his hand, denying Sinora's request.

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"……"

Xin'ola stared blankly at the Great Love Poet, not understanding what the new king was saying.

Although the demon race's transactions carry a backlash, it is not fatal. Only those demons with fiery personalities and extreme pride would go so far as to become self-indulgent.

She clearly wasn't the kind of demon who would go that far.

Let's not talk about how the new king could bypass the slave contract, a method that would allow her to leave Helrom prison. After all, the slave contract is a more coercive means, ensuring absolute loyalty from subordinates and control over them. Why would the new king choose a higher-risk approach

Wouldn't you be afraid that after taking her out, she wouldn't listen anymore...

"I believe in you."

Faced with Xin's confused gaze, the great poet had only a simple answer.

There was no curve to his lips, but his eyes were full of smiles.

That wasn't indifference shown through a glance at the objects or her subordinates. It was an unguarded affection for something precious to him, even telling her that she wasn't just under his command but should be considered an equal friend.

"I..."

This feeling is like being suddenly brushed by a warm wind in the endless winter, stirring not only passion but also an inexplicable wave within me. It's as if the spring deep within my heart is gushing forth endlessly.

Xina didn't know how to describe her thoughts at this moment, all she wanted was to respond to the other party's expectations.

Thank you so much.

Xin'ola, lowering her voice, spoke.

She had never thought she could one day leave Helstrom Prison so easily.

Even for a king who was helping his own cause, the slave contract was undoubtedly the most profitable and least risky option. Yet, the king still chose to protect her as a high demon's dignity.

Apart from helping you deal with your enemies, is there anything else I can help you with

Xinaola asked again.

"May I have your nameplate mark"

The great love poet thought for a moment, since Signorina had asked him, he might as well add another mark now.

"Of course, it's my honor."

Xin'ola, upon hearing this, replied in astonishment.

Since soul imprints forcefully occupy soul space, she originally thought that a demon lord like the new king wouldn't look down on her mark at all, so she didn't mention it.

Sinora glanced at Antanas, who quickly dispelled the protective barrier, allowing Sinora to approach the great poet.

“This might be a little offensive.”

Sinola said to the poet of great love.

"It's alright."

The great poet nodded in agreement.

After receiving a response, Xinola gently lifted her hand and paused it in the empty space above the Great Love Poet's brow.

In the dim cell, the meager light began to flicker, and a mysterious silence enveloped the surroundings.

Suddenly, a deep darkness welled up in Sinola's eyes, like a black hole that could swallow even light. It pulsed with an irresistible power.

When everything here reached a critical point, Sinola's palm triggered a magical surge within the cell. The magic woven by her innate talents surged from her palm and permeated into the brow of the Great Loving Poet.

Light and shadow intertwine, imbued with boundless primal power. The deep red glow flows like blood, mysterious and eerie.

The highest ritual of the Demon Clan, as the great love poet's brow gradually formed a mysterious mark, the powerful magic gradually subsided until the end. Finally, the Great Demon Sinora slowly withdrew her hand.

And at this moment, the magical circuitry that briefly flashed in the emerald eyes of the great poet of love has become even more complex.

[Mark of the Breaking Law]

Category: Soul Engraving

Rating: Orange Epic

[Class: 1]

Passive Effect: Gain a small reduction in the effects of magic.

Note: Recognition of the heretical Sinola.

Lan Qi closed his eyes, feeling the brand new demon mark. He nodded in satisfaction.

Although his current position limit is only 36, he has gained four passive magic spells.

A renowned demon lord can bestow only one mark in their lifetime, unless they become a ninth-rank demon lord and transform into a Demon Lord Trial, allowing them to bestow more demon marks.

Only after completion will the Great Demon Clan itself know what attribute mark it has given to other demon clans.

"Sorry, my mark isn't very strong."

Xin'ola was a bit worried that her mark had defiled the new king, and hurriedly took half a step back to apologize.

"No, it's a very useful mark to me, thank you very much."

The great poet opened his eyes, a look of admiration in them as he smiled faintly.

At a glance, he recognized Sinoa's Sin-mark as that of an outstanding demon race. Its mark was also as formidable as expected.

Although, according to the demon race's thinking, offensive marks would generally be better than defensive ones, for Lan Qi, both are good.

All it needs is a mark that says "digestive function strengthened."

Today is the fourth update! I'm going to burn myself out!

(The End)

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