"…Miss Weilin, why do you have to summon the demon..."

"Shut up!"

Weilin suddenly screamed and roared, and the dagger pierced Olica's thigh!

"Select quickly!"

The pain made Olica take a deep breath. In the end, he could not accept losing his handsomeness and lifeline. He helplessly told Weilin everything he knew without reservation.

"Very good, thank you very much for the spell."

Velin seemed to have become the gentle maid again, and smiled and helped Olicia sort out her hair.

Although she remembered the materials she needed and understood the process, the spell she knew was incomplete.

And Olicia helped her make up for it.

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise. As long as I call you successfully, I will let you go."

Then, in Olicia's complex gaze, Weilin sorted out the things on the stone platform, leaned the bodies one by one against the stone platform, and quickly cut their throats.

She lifted the wooden barrel and poured the blood on the stone platform bit by bit, while chanting obscure language in her mouth, with a pious expression.

As she kept murmuring, the blood on the stone platform began to spread, and gradually formed a whirlpool. Widths of gray light pulled away from the corpse and gathered into the blood vortex.

This is not a demon's summoning, but a sacrifice to the abyss.

Weilin was chanting the language of communicating the abyss, blood was the medium, and the soul in the corpse next to the stone platform was the sacrifice.

As for what kind of gift the abyss would give her, Weilin didn't know.

...

...

The sound of the summoning lingers in consciousness, and before Sutheras can react, a soul representing the sacrifice enters his body.

The abyss did not give Sutheras a chance to choose, but fell on him like a task.

There is no way, some dragons have received more attention from birth.

Fortunately, judging from the contract passed to Sutheras's consciousness, there is not much compulsory content. In addition to being unable to directly kill the other party, Sutheras can even ignore the summoner's orders.

The constraints of the summoning contract are often mutual. While the constraints on the summoned person are not strong, the constraints on the summoned person are not strong.

Sutheras suddenly understood that this kind of summoning was not used for fighting, but probably for fishing.

Many demons have rare materials that are difficult to obtain, which are needed by many spellcasters.

With a tightening heart, Sustheras was ready for a fight.

Even if he encounters a powerful spellcaster, he will fight to the death. Even if he dies on the way to charge, he will never be a magic pet for others, let alone be someone else's material box.

Soon, a dark vortex quickly formed in mid-air, and in Distina's surprised gaze, Sustheras instantly sucked in.

"Owner!"

The succubus flapped his wings and screamed in anger to rush forward, but he couldn't catch up with the speed of the vortex disappearing.

...

...

Endless starlight flashed in front of his eyes. In a trance, Sutheras seemed to have spent a thousand years, but he felt that it was only a moment.

A large amount of messy information poured into his mind, including about this plane, about the summoner, etc. Sutheras had no time to check it out, and his feet had already felt the ground.

He opened his silver-purple vertical pupils to look around, and his vision gradually became clear. This was a place as dark as the abyss, and it looked like a basement.

Unlike the abyss, there is a woman standing not far away with a torch.

A beautiful, excited, human girl.

Where is the caster?

What about a powerful mage?

Is it this woman?

But why can't I feel any threat in her at all?

Sustheras glanced around with questions, but except for a man tied to a pillar, there were only a circle of corpses on the ground.

Just as Sutheras was confused, the woman holding the torch shouted excitedly: "I succeed! I can take revenge!"

"I can finally kill all those who control me!"

The woman laughed with a look that was completely inconsistent with her appearance, and then looked at Sustheras with a high look.

"What else do you look at, ignorant demon? Report your name and express your surrender to your master!"

In the eyes of women, since it was her summoned, she was naturally the master of the demon.

"Ignorance? Master?"

These two words exploded into Sutheras's ears. He suddenly remembered that he had been waiting for the battle before but finally met an ordinary woman.

And this woman actually dared to point fingers at him.

Sutheras rushed to the woman, grabbed her throat and lifted it into the air!

"Silly woman, are you teaching me how to do things?!"

...

Weilin is not always so stupid, she is just occasionally overwhelmed by excitement.

Especially when she saw a huge figure half a body taller than her walking out of the black vortex formed on the stone platform, her body even began to shake like a tide.

So Weilin completely fell into pride.

At this time, the sharp dragon claws and suffocating helplessness brought her back to reality.

But Weilin wanted to struggle for a while, and said, holding the dragon claws tightly, "How can you treat me like this? I am your summoner..."

"Shut up!"

A shocking roar sounded, and Sutheras threw Velin out and smashed it hard on the wall!

Bang!

The violent impact sounded, and even the earthen wall still made Velin feel severe pain. She fell to the ground and found it difficult for her to get up for a moment.

Sustheras walked in front of her in three or two steps, and the dragon claws quickly swept across her.

"Thorn!"

Weilin's dress instantly turned into pieces of rags, and most of her body was exposed to the air, and spring was filled with light.

It cannot be killed, and it can do many things, and the shame that Sustheras feels must be returned to her in the same way.

The petite Weilin played with it in her hands like a toy, and the dragon claws began to wander unscrupulously, leaving traces on various parts of Weilin's body.

Blood marks were scratched.

This is a torture of bare fruit.

"I'm the summoner...you can't treat me like this..."

The powerful aura of destruction made Velin feel fearful and shivered into a ball.

Death is not terrible sometimes. The most terrifying thing is that you always wander on the edge of death and don’t know what will happen in the next second.

When the dragon claws slid across the skin, Weilin couldn't help but glance at the giant thing under Satheras, for fear that the scene she imagined would happen.

"It, it's a dragon..."

At this time, Olicia, tied to the pillar, made a dying voice. As an informed bard, he recognized Sutheras's true identity.

"It's a young dragon. They like gold and jewelry. Give it quickly, and you can still live..."

When Weilin heard this, she immediately began to grop on her body, trying to find the gold jewelry that Long liked.

At this moment, Sutheras suddenly grinned, his claws exerted force, and he suddenly jumped in front of Olicia.

"You, what do you want to do..."

Olicia was startled and looked at the hideous figure with a trembling voice.

Sutheras didn't mind him, and broke the hemp rope from the pillar, pinched Olica's neck and came to the stone table.

Then he looked at Velin with a sneer.

"Do you know? It's easier for me to pinch you to death than to pinch a worm to death."

Sustheras turned around and looked at the stone platform.
Chapter completed!