Ascension

"boom!!"

Lord Yehan's eyes once again turned into the ultimate black.

The Darkest Abyss appeared under his feet, quickly covering a large area around him, and then swallowed up the few lights.

"Roar……"

The little Balrog is going crazy.

It was originally leaning against the wall. Even though it had no way to retreat, at least it still had a glimmer of belief in struggling.

Now the two bodies are fighting, and the whole body is lying on the ground, suddenly turning into a salted fish at the mercy of others.

Those fears, those awes, have already filled the soul.

Although the flames in the skull are still burning, being in the abyss, the texture tends to be gray, making it look even more helpless and pitiful.

"Your Majesty the Demon God, I am a descendant of the Ye clan, and I want to sign a contract with the Demon Clan today."

"In my heart, the demon clan is an important branch among thousands of species, relatively close to the source of evil and darkness, and has an indispensable position."

"The fear born from this far outweighs the love, and it is natural."

"Although...my ambition is not to be grand or grand, I just follow my heart."

"But I will never be humiliated. As the "Devil's Attendant", I will serve the devil with my hands, help it thrive, and help it climb to the top... I will never let down this expectation! "

Distracting thoughts are emptied and thoughts are cut off.

Lord Yehan sticks to his true feelings and when he mutters to himself, he feels like he is in a deserted place.

This is a process of mindfulness that every dependent owner must go through when performing the contract ceremony. Do not be careless or careless.

And such a voice cannot be understood by outsiders. Only the initiator can understand what he is saying. There is no need to hide anything and just follow his own mind.

"boom!!"

The area covered by the Darkest Abyss suddenly surged.

Within a radius of one kilometer, whether they were in hunting mode or hiding in the soil and sleeping peacefully, all the clay sculptures trembled and instinctively lay on the ground, not daring to move.

Even if they are Xia Zhao's fetuses, they are not lying down.

But they were looking around cautiously, as if they were encountering a natural enemy that could kill them, and they were all kinds of frightened and confused, but they didn't dare to run away randomly.

"Wow—"

Manrolan flowers, which can only be seen in extremely dark places, are in full bloom around Ye Hanjun.

The petals of this flower are slender and soft, like mature and plump ears of wheat.

But it's not golden, but pink with endless coquettishness that makes people dizzy.

"Wow—"

A blood-red evil beam seemed to be shot down from the underworld to the world.

The rich smell of blood spread out, surrounding Lord Ye Han's body, and never left him.

"Roar!"

"Hoohoo!!"

In the sea of ​​flowers, under the bloody light, Lord Yehan's back stretched extremely long.

In the blink of an eye, his shadow turned into monsters one after another with teeth and claws, but the complete body shape could not be recognized.

Some are strong and mighty, like a standing demonic bull, or a roaring liger, and they are fierce and ferocious.

Some are ferocious and twisted, like crawling snake demons, like sinisterly smiling witches, with awe-inspiring evil nature.

Some are dull and dull, such as the petrified rock demon, such as the meditating monks and Buddhas, mature and solemn.

……

These strange shadows are like phantoms woven from a dream, or like ghosts traveling from the end of time.

They stood behind Lord Ye Han, either laughing, calm, angry, or indifferent... with different expressions.

Ye Hanjun seemed unconscious.

In his eyes, only the golden light that could not be concealed was reflected between his two fingers.

——The imprint of the contract.

This is the first contract mark belonging to the "Devil's Attendant", brand new, pure and flawless!
With it, you can theoretically contract with all kinds of demons.

As long as the corresponding target is not promoted to Xiazhao, it will still be at the level of clay sculpture.

As for those with low-level authority and medium-level authority, they can at most control small and large clay sculptures, and it is difficult for them to have the ability to directly contract for perfect clay sculptures. This does not hold true here.

Demonic Attendant - Class B!
Even if he is from the Ye family, he can take the initiative to awaken the power of inheritance, and is a B-level blood descendant from the beginning, he can still be called the "Young King of the Ye family".

Only the "Xiantian Crown Prince" who corresponds to the highest A level can suppress his edge. Otherwise, among his peers, he would be dazzling and radiant!

"Wow..."

Lord Ye Han, who was calm and unfazed, raised his hand, and the golden blood droplets suddenly melted away.

Hundreds of golden blood streaks spread out, one end connected to his arm.

The other end is like a vine, climbing inch by inch along the path of nothingness to the doomsday messenger's eyebrows.

"The first contract... seal!"

boom--

If thoughts have a sound, they must be deafening.

The phantom with teeth and claws was annihilated by flying ashes, and the dense blood light disappeared without a trace.

Even the mandala flowers clustered around them in full bloom, withered and withered silently like the snow shining on the early sun.

Ye Hanjun gradually couldn't hear the noise from the outside world.

Whether it was the shivering little Balrog or the curiosity of the little tadpole, they could no longer enter his cochlea.

The world... is silent!
In the endless darkness, a drop of golden blood seemed to fall, followed by ripples one after another.

Ye Hanjun silently felt the changes in the contract law, but deep down in his heart, he was not absolutely sure.

When he got close to the Bringer of Doom, he had confirmed that this masochistic creature could indeed make him fall in love with him.

This means that this guy has demon blood flowing in his body, which can match his authority.

but……

If this kind of kindness is compared with the "Dog Demon", "Bat Wing Demon" and "Balange" I have seen in this day...

There is a sense of contradiction that cannot be erased.

It's like a flawless piece of jade that fell into a crack and lost most of its original beauty.

Combined with the "Qualification Appraisal", Ye Hanjun found the reason.

The Doombringer is not a pure demon. The Chaos Seal it possesses includes not only "prison" but also "disaster".

"Prison" - this kind of favored spirit is only too rare in Giant Frog Pond. In an environment like the abyss, it is often the dominant ruler, breeding or dominating countless lower-level creatures.

"Disaster" - This type of favored spirit can only be said to be "rare" in terms of quantity, far less "ultra rare" than the pure favored spirit.

But in terms of its particularity, it does not give in to anything, and it has a well-known status in the entire world of spirits.

Its birth is more complicated. A respected old scholar said that the disaster beast was born and raised by the earth. It is the destroyer bred by the violent side of the will of heaven and earth.

There are also those who are close to the crown who swear by it and emphasize it repeatedly.

He once witnessed an out-of-control wind elemental spirit, and the chaos seal changed from "element" to "disaster".

Just after wandering in his territory for a few days, a huge storm emerged. Tens of millions of people fled their homes, and hundreds of millions of loved ones lost their homes and lives.

Ye Hanjun doesn’t know - about the origin and truth of the "Disaster Spirit".

But he knew that there were only as few people in this world who could truly see the true form of the Great Disaster Beast and survive.

Even the most powerful people will find it difficult to communicate with and get along with disaster beasts after finally encountering them.

They have a huge advantage in rank and cannot conquer them by force.

At this moment, is Ye Hanjun certain to succeed?
What's more... this is a double-printed body!
In the world of sentient spirits, the Chaos Seal represents the core bloodline of the species and is often singular.

It is extremely difficult to be able to change one's seal the day after tomorrow, from the original seal to another.

It is inconceivable that two marks coexist and have two bloodlines at the same time, whether they are innate or acquired, whether they weaken each other or strengthen each other.

"Tick-tock-"

In the endless dark world, the ripples gradually turned into raging waves.

Ye Hanjun saw the Doomsday Messenger lying on the ground.

At some point, a white three-eyed crow landed on its shoulder, its three blood-red eyes staring intently into Lord Yehan's eyes.

"Are you... willing to be friends with me?"

"I want suffocating, hopeless pain, day after day, year after year, forever..."

The Doomsday Messenger seemed to realize something, his madness weakened a lot, and he murmured a question on his lips.

"it is good."

Lord Yehan never shifted his gaze and boldly looked at the three-eyed crow.

While feeling the coldness and ruthlessness in its eyes, he solemnly promised:

"If you are willing to stay with me, then I will do my best to satisfy you."

"That...that's really...great!"

The Doomsday Messenger showed a relieved smile.

"Buzzing—"

With his soul trembling, Ye Hanjun was shocked to realize that the most difficult step in concluding a contract had been accomplished so smoothly.

So……

The last step is to give a name?

Ye Hanjun thought for a while and said seriously:

"You have dual printing and bisexuality. It is difficult to define your future height."

"Actually, I don't know whether it is good or bad for me to contract a favored spirit with "disaster". "

"After all, I am the 'Devil's Servant', not the 'Disaster Servant'."

"But since you are willing and the contract can be concluded, then I will put aside my worries and give it a bold try."

"Let's call you 'Mo'."

"This is your name, given by me..."

……

Golden light bloomed in the bottom of the pupils, the ultimate darkness was paired with the ultimate light, making the whole person become radiant.

In the spiritual world, a beam of light so bright that it is impossible to look directly rises into the sky.

In the real world, slowly creeping bloodshot eyes suddenly become manic.

They all disappeared into the doomsday messenger's eyebrows, but half of them flew out from the doomsday messenger's eyebrows, and then fell into the three-eyed crow's eyebrows.

Ye Hanjun was slightly surprised.

He originally thought that the three-eyed crow was the true form of the doomsday messenger, so no matter how damaged the bandaged body was, it could not kill him.

But the scene he saw seemed to indicate that he had guessed wrong.

The bloodshot is divided into two, indicating that these two are the main body, each occupying half of the life gate, and are equally important?
"Well……"

The doomsday messenger fell in a pool of blood, shaking crazily.

The indifference in the eyes of the three-eyed crow was always there, but at this moment, it lost its balance and almost fell to the ground.

Ye Hanjun's left shoulder is a little itchy.

He took off his clothes and saw with his own eyes a sickly pale mark, shaped like a mimic crow, appearing bit by bit on his left shoulder an inch below the collarbone.

The contract... is done!
As long as there is no unexpected death between the two parties, as long as the two parties maintain basic friendship and slowly enhance their feelings.

The first contract mark corresponding to "Devil Servant" will not have a tendency to break.

"Today...today is enough..."

"Tomorrow... come again tomorrow to feel the pain together..."

After signing the contract, Lord Ye Han did nothing else, and the messenger of doom, White Crow, seemed to be falling into a slumber. "Wow - wow -"

The two eyeballs under the three-eyed crow were broken like rubies.

Its mental state suddenly became extremely bad.

At the same time, an astonishing blood energy was transferred from its body to the body of the Doomsday Messenger.

"Srustling——"

It was as if there were thousands of little bugs crawling around, and the blood-soaked bandages were all torn apart, and the new white bandages were as shiny as new.

They re-wrapped the Doomsday Messenger, whose flesh and blood had become plump, like layers of clothes, tightly fitting its body.

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[Current status]: Satisfaction (strong)/expectation (strong)/lethargy (deep)/injury (severe)/self-healing (quick)/life force (severe loss/rapidly accumulating)…

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Looking at the attribute panel, Lord Yehan nodded slightly.

The main body of the Doomsday Messenger is seen in a coma.

Although the three-eyed crow on the side was mentally depressed, its only open eye was still watching him alertly and indifferently.

Ye Hanjun tried to communicate with him, hoping to learn more about the mystery of the dual seals.

--Failed!

The three-eyed crow's eyes were too cold, as if it was used to seeing life and death, and nothing could touch its sincerity.

Ye Hanjun pinched his chin and observed it for a long time, but still couldn't understand the meaning of its existence.

He couldn't even tell whether the Three-Eyed Crow was Mo's second brain, or an "external incarnation" that had no emotions or mind and only showed cruelty.

However, what is 100% certain is that the three-eyed crow is definitely the key to the creature "Bringer of Doom".

In the belly of the mass burial mountain, the clay sculpture can only become the bottom of the food chain.

Mo is still a masochist and deserves a beating. There is no reason not to meet Kasumi's child.

To be able to survive to this day must be due to a unique physiological mechanism.

Just now, the three-eyed crow shattered two of its eyes and fed back its vitality. This should be the "self-healing" skill of the 95th pattern.

This skill might be even more perverted than he imagined. Maybe even if Mo's body was reduced to mud, the three-eyed crow could help revive it.

"For now, let me give you a name..."

"Let's call you 'White Crow'. Regardless of whether you have independent consciousness or not, it's always good to have a title..."

Lord Ye Han spoke for the last time in the language of the demon clan.

The Three-Eyed Crow was indifferent.

It stood on Mo's shoulder and yawned, then tucked its head behind its wings, curled up in its feathers and fell asleep.

"It seems that "Devil Altar" and "Enchanting" can only be tried again tomorrow..."

Ye Hanjun was thinking, the mark of the white crow on his left shoulder flashed slightly, and the messenger of doom disappeared from the spot.

"Sir, congratulations."

Hua Zhu walked out from behind, and those bright golden eyes could not be easily suppressed by the darkness.

"Mo is special and powerful, and his future potential is worth looking forward to."

"But I'm not sure whether having two seals in one body will affect the growth rate of my authority..."

Ye Hanjun frowned slightly.

Although the contract has been concluded, the "Devil's Waiter" can finally get on the right track.

However, Lord Ye Han had expected it.

Once a demon servant signs a contract with a suitable demon, and is supplemented by a "devil altar", whether it is a contracted spirit or authority, the speed of his upward climb will become extremely rapid.

Now a variable has appeared. If Mo's particularity gives it strong combat effectiveness and strong survivability, it also reduces the efficiency of both sides' growth.

Well, this is a drawback.

"The situation is still unclear. Let's get together for a while and observe. Maybe I am worrying too much..."

Ye Hanjun suppressed his thoughts for the time being and discussed it later.

His eyes fell on the little Balrog, and he was slightly speechless.

Probably because of Mo's immortality, Hua Zhu's strength, the vision he had when he signed the contract... several factors were mixed together.

The little Balrog, who had been expecting so much, actually fainted and became as motionless as a corpse.

"Hey, wake up."

Ye Hanjun kicked him twice.

Unexpectedly, the Balrog was still in a deep coma, and a simple two feet could not wake it up.

"Guagua, get up."

"Yeah!"

The little tadpole spat out a mouthful of water, and Ye Hanjun skillfully stretched out the back of his hand to cover his nose.

"It's not me, it's him who wakes up this idiot."

"Eye?"

The vocabulary is beyond the limit, and the tadpole tilts its head.

Fortunately, my little brain was spinning rapidly, and I roughly understood what the tadpole meant.

Dealing with the "little fireball", it is not as friendly and gentle as it is with the big tadpole.

He opened his mouth and said "Water Continuous Bomb", and a series of water bullets hit the little Balrog's body. The latter's skin, which had just been dried by self-heating, became wet again.

"Roar!"

The little Balrog jumped up suddenly.

It was about to roar, and when it saw the Sandstorm Witch standing on the left, Lord Yehan on the right, and a huge little demon king right in front of it, it shrank its neck and swallowed the roar it had not yet fully let out.

"Come with me."

Lord Ye Han spoke in the language of the demon clan and walked in the direction he came from without looking back.

"Yeah!"

Guagua looked pretty, flicking his little tail and controlling the floating bubbles to chase the big tadpole.

Only Hua Zhu glanced at the little Balrog with an expressionless expression.

"Roar……"

The little Balrog stood up timidly.

I don’t know if it’s because the injury is a bit serious or because I’m just too scared.

Its legs trembled, and it followed the team cautiously with steps that it didn't recognize.

……

A few minutes later, inside the original cave.

Seeing that his mother was alive and well, the flames in the little Balrog's head suddenly increased in intensity, and he couldn't wait to hug the big Balrog's thigh.

"Ho! Ho Ho!!"

The big Balrog lay down again. Seeing that the ignorant little Balrog was still standing there blankly, he slapped it down and knocked it down.

"boom!"

The two Balrogs, one big and one small, lowered their heads to the ground and shivered at Lord Yehan.

Such a posture is obviously that lower creatures do not dare to feel the slightest blasphemy when they see higher creatures.

"Come on and stay alive."

Ye Hanjun waved his hand and left with Huazhu and Guagua.

If he were in his own large manor in the abyss, he might think of the fate of meeting and take these two Balrogs back to raise them.

Now there is no such condition. Whether it is taking him back to the academy, preparing relevant wording, or subsequent feeding... Mr. Ye Han doesn't want to spend this energy, it is too troublesome.

"Roar……"

The Flame Demon mother and her son waited until they could no longer sense Lord Ye Han's breath before they dared to get up.

Of course they don't know that they have missed an opportunity.

For them, being able to survive this time is already the greatest luck.

……

Lord Yehan was in no hurry to leave the mountainside.

This place is very big, and there are usually no people around. Some herbs that are disdainful to dark creatures are of good value to him.

After exploring for a long time, I found a hidden corner to sleep.

Ye Hanjun, who felt refreshed, suddenly noticed some warmth on his left shoulder.

"I really can't stand the loneliness..."

If the contract mark appears warm, it means that the contracted spirit trapped inside is very eager to escape from the contract space.

This has never happened to Huazhu.

Even at the beginning, she was a little happy because she could have a completely safe place to rest.

Silence...obviously not possible!
As long as it is awake and locked in the contract space, it will probably be death and purgatory, right?
Shaking his head with a smile, Ye Hanjun activated the contract mark.

The pale summoning formation flashed in the pan, and the doomsday messenger made a brilliant appearance.

"It hurts...I want pain..."

"Why doesn't it hurt at all... It feels so uncomfortable... I really want to cry..."

Mo's voice stopped suddenly.

It suddenly felt that it had left the empty world with nothing and returned to the extremely familiar dark world.

The aggrieved mouth that seemed to be really about to cry suddenly reached behind the ears.

"It's you! It's you, it's you, it's you!"

"My friend... I finally found you!!"

The doomsday messenger was leaning on a cane, like an old man in his seventies or eighties being chased by a dog, and his movement speed suddenly became faster.

It staggered and rushed in front of Huazhu, only one meter away. It reached out with its right hand, trying to grab the scissors and pliers on the side of the witch.

"Come on, come on, penetrate me as hard as you want!"

"Don't show mercy, don't hesitate, hit wherever you want, I'm ready to taste the pain!!"

With a cry, Huazhu moved ten meters backward.

The corners of his eyes trembled slightly, obviously not used to this strange guy yet.

"Ah... you don't like pain? Don't you want to be my friend?"

The ecstatic Doomsday Messenger suddenly became extremely melancholy and sad.

It seemed that it couldn't believe the scene before it, the corners of its mouth were trembling, and its emotions were gradually collapsing in an unstable direction.

"Oh!"

Ye Hanjun took a breath, went up and punched it.

Unexpectedly, the Doomsday Messenger was like a piece of wood standing on a stake. He just turned his head blankly and looked at his unscathed bandage in disbelief.

"Hua Zhu, beat it."

Ye Hanjun rubbed his painful phalanges and returned to his previous position with a nonchalant look on his face, as if nothing had happened.

Let’s leave professional matters to professional spirits...

With his current physical condition, beating the Doomsday Messenger... seems to be of no use.

"puff--"

As soon as the wind blew, the Doomsday Messenger flew out.

(End of this chapter)