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The six-dimensional attributes of a normal person should be around 10. 10 is a standard value. For every 10 points more than 2, there will be 1 attribute bonus point, and for every 10 points less than 2, there will be 1 attribute deduction point.

It seems that my physique and perception are very average, my strength, agility and intelligence are slightly higher than ordinary people, and my charm is very high, with an attribute bonus of up to 4 points, which is the ceiling level of a first-level character.

Warlocks are a very peculiar spellcasting profession. Unlike mages, their magic does not come from three years of rote learning or five years of memorization, but is inherited from the blood and genes of their ancestors, commonly known as "blood inheritance". Warlocks are born with a few fixed spells, and as their level and strength grow, more and more, stronger magic will be awakened from their blood, and their mana will be much greater than that of mages.

The only drawback is that the spells a warlock knows are only those inherited through bloodline, and the number cannot be compared with that of a wizard who can learn everything.

His own blood inheritance is [Perfect Psionic Power] and [Beauty of Thought]. He used the Ten-Ring Legendary Spell: Kentucky Fried Thursday on the dungeon master offline, and only then did he allow him to use the warlock's blood inheritance in the game.

But why an Elf Warlock? The race, profession, and attribute points are all fixed, can't we choose them ourselves? Who uses a High Elf when playing a Warlock? The Warlock profession is about charm casting, while the Elves are good at agility!

Suddenly, the purple characters in front of him flashed twice and turned into more text. A first-level warlock could choose five zero-ring cantrips and three first-ring magics as his known spells. A large number of spell and psychic power lists filled his eyes, prompting him to choose eight from the numerous magics.

Fortunately, this warlock can choose his own known spells. The number of known spells for warlocks is already very small. If he is given a few rubbish spells at random, it would be really terrible.

In the pain of suffocation, Aenarion skipped the choice of zero ring trick and looked at the man sitting on his younger brother.

The cool and beautiful pirate was rising and falling, with her breasts swaying in waves, while she was trying hard to suppress the pleasure in her lower body and thinking rapidly.

It would be useless even if he defeated her, because there was a whole fleet of pirates outside, and that extremely terrifying six-armed demon. The only thing he could do now was to turn this elf into a warlock pet who was completely loyal to him, and then, under the protection of this deputy captain, find a way to survive in the pirate's lair, or even escape.

The condition for [Blood Inheritance: Beauty of a Thought] to capture a magical pet is that the other party must be willing. For this reason, the only first-level spell that suits him best is Charm!

[Charm]: Consume 1 point of magic power to charm a target. If the opponent fails to resist with his will, he will become your good friend within a few hours.

The moment he made his choice, Aenarion suddenly learned how to use this spell, as natural as a bird learning to fly or a fish learning to swim. Casting it was as natural as breathing and eating. A purple psychic halo suddenly burst out of his violet left eye, and an invisible mental shock directly penetrated the pirate's mind.

The pirate's face changed, his slender waist and beautiful buttocks stopped moving, and his narrow snake eyes revealed a hint of disbelief as he looked down at Aenarion.

"Charm? Are you a spellcaster? No, you didn't chant any spells! You didn't even perform any sigils or anything like that. How could you possibly cast magic?"

Aenarion's expression also changed. Because of his bloodline, all his spells were manifested in the form of psychic energy. Although the casting time was as long as magic, the casting of psychic energy did not require spells and gestures, but only meditation in the brain, which was extremely concealed and deceptive.

Unfortunately, the charm spell failed, and the mana value dropped from 6 to 5 due to the consumption of casting the spell. It seems that this person has a very strong will. Continuing to use the charm spell will be a waste of the only 5 points of mana. I must find a way to weaken her spirit and will before I can charm her again!

Now, he still had two known spells to choose from to turn the current situation around.

Forget about those crazy cool output and control spells. The speed of spell reading is definitely not as fast as the speed at which she strangles herself. She must stay alive first to have output and a future.

Thinking of this, Inarion immediately used the knowledge in the game to choose two first-ring psychic powers with the best life-saving effects without hesitation, and used one of them.

Instantly, Aenarion's bloodshot eyes flashed with an extremely bright purple light, and a gorgeous purple firefly flowed from the corner of his eyes. He concentrated his mind and read a three-second bar in his mind. Countless silver illusory star substances seeped out from his skin all over his body, turning into a set of silver scale armor made up of thousands of iron plates, wrapping his tall and slender limbs and the key throat. The long whip was directly stretched open by the suddenly emerging armor, and through a layer of solid scale iron plates, it could no longer tighten his hands and neck, making Aenarion feel the pain of suffocation.

[Inert Armor]: Consume 1 mana point, the caster instantly wears a piece of astral armor, defense +4. (For every additional 2 mana points consumed, the armor's defense value is additional +1)

"Come down you!"

Aenarion, who had gained his freedom, took advantage of the other party's surprise and suddenly attacked. His hands shot out like lightning and grasped the other party's slender and graceful waist. With a sudden force, he and the cold and beautiful woman with a belly that was two meters tall fell to the left together and fell heavily on the bed.

Her long hair, as smooth as a waterfall, was spread messily on the bed sheet, like a piece of scattered black satin, contrasting with the snow-white body lying on it. Her cold snake eyes finally revealed a hint of panic.

Aenarion turned over and rode on the pirate's charming body, suppressing her resistance with his weight, letting the two sides switch offense and defense!

Chapter 3: Bloody Battle

"Snapped!!!"

The female pirate regained her composure, even though she was being ridden on. With her cold and beautiful face, she looked arrogantly at Aenarion who was riding on her. The long whip of flesh and blood whistled across the sky, accompanied by a series of shrill sonic booms, sparks flew on the solid magic scales, and there were crackling sounds, but it could not cause any damage to him at all.

This set of inert armor looks like an oriental scale armor of Greek or Persian style, and its +4 defense effect is barely acceptable. A set of the cheapest European full-body plate armor has a defense level of +8.

However, this set of armor constructed with psychic energy has no weight at all and will not affect his agility in the slightest.

Seeing that the opponent's whip could not break the defense of the scales, Aenarion increased the strength of his hands, tightly grasped the opponent's neck, trying to strangle him, and then used charm magic again to take him as his own magical pet!

The female pirate stared with her emerald snake eyes at the bold maniac who dared to ride on her. She tried to pry open Aenarion's fingers with both hands. Her strength was almost the same as Aenarion's. At this moment, Aenarion was risking his life and would not let go. She could not pry them open for a while!

His own strength gradually weakened due to lack of oxygen, and his nails were no longer able to tear his flesh through a layer of scales and iron plates.

The pain of suffocation and the danger of death also made her lower body tighten wildly driven by instinct. Thousands of increasingly hot folds rubbed, wrapped tightly, and sucked the hot spear. Waves of bliss swept through the minds of the two at the same time!

The long whip was ineffective, the tearing was ineffective, the elf was strangled to the point of being speechless, and his beautiful emerald green eyes stared at Aenarion, as if he wanted to kill him.

Eat alive.

Suddenly, her pair of snow-white legs retracted backwards, and her two delicate feet stepped firmly on the bed sheets, forming a fulcrum with her jade arms supported on the bed sheets. Her flexible waist suddenly exerted force upwards, and actually pushed Aenarion, who was riding on her lower abdomen, upwards!

"Be honest with me!"

Aenarion was caught off guard, lifted up high by her, and then dropped heavily, almost falling out, which caused the spear to retreat a little and then sink back into the abyss. The majestic mountains were also trembling and swaying, emitting dazzling white light.

He shook his body, barely keeping his balance on the elf's violently shaking body, and squeezed her neck even harder with both hands, his ten fingers sinking into her snow-white skin, leaving deep red marks on her fair skin.

The pirate stared coldly at the prisoner riding on him, his emerald green snake eyes emitting a murderous light that was ready to devour anyone. His flexible waist lifted Aenarion up and down again and again, and his spear trembled violently. As he fought fiercely with the enemy, the frequency and intensity of the shaking became more and more violent!

Aenarion felt like he was controlling and training a wild and untamed horse. Relying on his good body coordination, he rode on the cool mare and always kept his balance. His legs clamped her slender waist tightly, preventing her from turning over. No matter how hard the female pirate tried, she couldn't push Aenarion off her. The two huge soft lumps on her chest were shaking and rippling crazily.

The soldiers outside the door listened to the crackling of flesh and the creaking of the bed in the room, and looked at each other with ambiguous expressions. Well, the second-in-command is really playing tricks.

"clang!!!"

As the two sides were at a stalemate, Aenarion felt a sharp pain in his back. He looked sideways and saw that the three whips had twisted together, turning into a sawtooth sword made of flesh and bones, which stabbed at his back! Even with the scales blocking him, one of his ribs might have been broken by the huge impact, and he felt a piercing pain in his chest.

The intense exercises just now were all to attract her attention. Turning the long whip into a sword is her real killer move.

Aenarion looked at the cold and beautiful woman beneath him, endured the pain, concentrated his mind again, and began a three-second spell casting, unleashing the second psychic power he had just chosen.

With a purple halo flickering in his pupils, a pale spine floated above Aenarion's back. Then, twenty-four illusory transparent ribs, like twelve pairs of pale arms, stretched out from both sides of the illusory spine and gently wrapped him in it.

[Vigor]: Consume 1 mana point and gain 5 extra health points. (For every additional mana point consumed, gain +1 extra health points)

Five points of life, and I am a first-level warlock, which means I only have four points of life. I spend a little mana and directly double my life, and I get a little extra.

The mana consumed by the caster each time he casts a spell cannot be greater than his casting level. A first-level warlock can only consume one mana at a time.

However, his blood-bearing ability allowed him to increase his spellcasting level by 1. Therefore, as a first-level warlock, he only consumed a little mana, just like a second-level warlock consuming two mana points, which gave him an additional +10 health points, and his total blood volume became 15, almost quadrupled!

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the female pirate stopped moving her waist and controlled the sword of flesh and blood to attack, but was blocked by the illusory transparent ribs. She chopped, thrust, and swept, breaking eight or nine ribs in one breath, but could not hurt Aenarion who was wrapped inside! If you look closely, you will find that these illusory bones are wrapped in a layer of silver-white psychic energy.

[Inert Armor] While weaving a set of scale armor for Aenarion, it is also protecting these damn psychic bones!

"Come on! Pirate! Let's see whether your sword is sharper or my shield is stronger!"

With two spells as a backup, Aenarion now felt more confident. He pinched her neck with more force, causing the pirate's eyes to bleed. Her fair face turned purple, and her cold expression, under the dual erosion of pain and bliss, also revealed joy and confusion. Her ten round jade toes were curled up tightly together, and her pair of white beautiful legs kicked around weakly, making the bed sheets extremely messy.

The pirate looked at the two spells with some despair in his eyes. The blood sword smashed like crazy, constantly destroying the illusory magic ribs and the enemy's false life. After finally destroying them completely, the next blow would be enough to attack the prisoner's body!

Aenarion smiled slightly, his eyes bursting with silver psychic light again, and he used [Vitality] for the second time, creating a brand new psychic skeleton to protect himself.

Well, the mana value has dropped to 2, and I can cast Vitality twice more. My original health is 40, but casting four Vitality spells in a row can provide me with extra health points, which is the level that only a strong warrior of level or can achieve! I don't believe that you can still deal such high damage before you are strangled to death while you are in a suffocating state? !

Seeing the new ribs protecting Aenarion, the despair in the pirate's snake eyes became more intense. This was clearly a weak spellcaster. Why was his defense so high? ! His health was so high? !

It’s almost useless, but it still can’t break the spell defense of this weak spellcaster!

As time went by, her attacks became slower and slower, the damage she caused became weaker and weaker, her fair skin was gradually covered with glistening beads of sweat, her cold face also revealed an expression of being played with, her sharp pupils gradually blurred, her beautiful emerald green eyes rolled up, her fragrant tongue stuck out of her sexy red lips, a little saliva flowed out from the corners of her mouth, her whole face turned from dark purple to dark purple due to suffocation.

"Crack!"

With the sound of bones breaking, the female pirate tried her best and finally broke the second psychic skeleton constructed by vitality. Her eyes showed a hint of joy, and she wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill the prisoner riding on her, but Aenarion used vitality for the third time, causing the third illusory psychic skeleton to cover his body for the third time.

"Come on! I still have a lot of mana. I can play this kind of thing with you all day long!"

Aenarion panicked when he saw that he only had 1 mana point left, but he still pretended to be at ease, bluffing the pirate under him, and squeezing the other's neck even more frantically with his hands.

The reappearance of the life-saving bones and Aenarion's arrogant words made the female pirate completely desperate. She was already weak and conscious due to suffocation, but these damn bones kept appearing one after another after she smashed them, and one after another after she smashed them, as if there was no end! The opponent's high defense was like a wall of sighs, which made people lose the slightest hope.

The double blow from both the mind and the body made her collapse completely. She was unable to fight anymore. Her bloody blade fell powerlessly on the bed. Her white feet stopped kicking. She actually reached the peak in the pain of suffocation. Her cold and beautiful face showed an expression of joy and collapse. Her eyes rolled up, her red tongue stuck out, and she was completely strangled and fainted.

Chapter 4: The Lord of Pleasure

Afraid that she was faking her own death, Aenarion did not dare to let go. Instead, he lowered his head, with his long pointed ears pressed against that proud white and soft body, listening to the other's heartbeat. The fat layer was quite thick, and he had to adjust the angle several times before he could hear it.

After noticing that the other party's heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker, Aenarion let out a long sigh of relief, slowly loosened his hands, and then used the charm spell again.

This time, the unconscious female pirate was completely unable to resist the effects of the spell, allowing an invisible mental shock to penetrate her mind, tampering with and correcting her memory and cognition. Aenarion, who had exhausted his magic power, also felt dizzy, as if he had been cramming for an exam, studying and reciting all night long, which made him extremely tired and his whole brain numb.

Aenarion drew out his spear, and the scalding water poured over the tip of the spear, causing it to flow out like a stream. Without the spear's obstruction, the stream immediately flowed out from the pink cave, wetting a large area of ​​the bed sheet.

Aenarion went over the plan in his mind. First, he had to rescue her, then use his charm to make her agree to become his familiar and partner. Finally, under the protection of this vice-captain, he had to hide among these demons and pirates and figure out what kind of place he had traveled to.

Going forward...let's take it one step at a time.

Everything was ready. Aenarion recalled the artificial respiration rescue method in his previous life. He first let the pirate lie flat and lean back to keep her airway open. He stood beside her, holding her delicate jaw with one hand and pinching her small nose with the other to prevent the gas from escaping.

Finally, he took a deep breath and kissed her delicate red lips. The four red lips were pressed tightly together. The fresh air he had just inhaled was blown into her dry lungs by Aenarion.

After blowing out the breath, Aenarion loosened his hands and placed his palms on a soft and moist jade rabbit, pressing rhythmically to help her expel the gas from her lungs. Balls of snow-white soft flesh overflowed from the gaps between his fingers, wrapping his entire palm in warmth and softness. The wonderful touch made his spear rise again.

After squeezing out the air, Aenarion kissed her again to inject fresh air into her lungs that had stopped working. He repeated this several times. The female pirate's breathing function gradually recovered with a gasp. Her sexy body trembled slightly, and her pair of cold beautiful eyes opened again.

Aenarion was a little nervous. Charm only turned people into friends, not slaves. It was his first time using it, and he wasn't quite sure how effective it would be. If things didn't go right, he would have to strangle her again and fight again.

The female pirate blinked in confusion, her face, which had been shattered by the climax, turned cold as ice again. The moment she saw Aenarion, she subconsciously assumed a fighting stance, which frightened him so much that cold sweat broke out on his face.

"When we were playing the choking game, couldn't you be a little gentler? You've left a red mark on my neck. If the other people on the boat see it, they'll laugh at me."

The female pirate's flesh-and-blood sword turned back into a normal slender hand. She stroked the red mark on her neck and rolled her eyes coldly at Aenarion. Her arrogant and ruthless face revealed some coquettish words.

"But this feeling is quite exciting. Let's do it again. This time, I want to be on top."

"Well, okay, but before that, will you be my familiar?"

Hearing this, Aenarion was overjoyed, knowing that his charm had worked. He agreed readily and touched his neck, which was covered with many red marks.

"A pet?"

A trace of worry appeared on the pirate's cold face. She raised her head and gently held up Aenarion's handsome face with both hands. Their white foreheads touched lightly, and they could feel each other's hot breath on their cheeks.

"The temperature is normal, and you don't have a fever. Why are you talking nonsense? A warlock's magical pet can only be small animals such as owls, snakes, and lizards. How can a big elf like me become your magical pet?"

"This is my special warlock bloodline. Any creature that agrees can become my familiar."

Aenarion explained.

"Once you become a familiar, you will get all the benefits of a warlock's familiar, such as sharper senses, more agile movements, and even the ability to share each other's spells and emotions. In the next round, you can experience my happiness, and I can experience your climax. How about that?"

"Yes, I agree."

The female pirate was a little hesitant when she heard the previous words, but when she heard that both sides could share emotions, she immediately agreed. After awakening as a warlock, Aenarion automatically learned the few known spells of the warlock in his mind, as well as the ceremony of signing the pet contract. He raised the opponent's serrated bone sword and cut his finger. In an instant, blood dripped onto her cute belly button like a stream.

Aenarion chanted a spell, and blood flowed down her fair skin, quickly turning into an incomparably exquisite magic array on her flat white belly. Two scarlet bat wings wrapped with thorny roses quietly unfolded on both sides of a peach heart shaped like a uterus. In the center of the peach heart, Aenarion's name was written.

And in the dark, an illusory pink chain was tied around the pirate's slender neck, and the other end of the chain was directly connected to Aenarion's heart.

After the contract was successfully concluded, a line of small purple words automatically appeared in front of Aenarion.

【Artemisia】(High Elf)

Level 3 (Level 3 Slaanesh Paladin)

Health 1/27, Mana 1/5

Soul Thirst Claws Hit +7, Magic Damage 3~11

Protection 3 (+2 Agility +1 Pet Contract)

Strength 14, Agility 14, Constitution 14

Intelligence 10, Wisdom 14, Charisma 18

Command creatures 7/10, Holy Hands points: 24/24

[Mark of Slaanesh: Chaos' Embrace]: Agility +2, Charisma +2.

[Mark of Slaanesh·Claw of the Thirsting Soul]: Your right hand can be transformed into a weapon of any shape. The damage type is magical damage. Every time a target is killed, you will recover health, mana, number of creature commands, and holy healing points equal to the target's level.

[Mark of Slaanesh: Lord of Pleasure]: Ordinary paladins can rebuke/command undead creatures. However, Slaanesh paladins can rebuke/command any creature, and the Mark of Slaanesh of [Lord of Pleasure] allows you to multiply the upper limit of the creatures you can command by six times.

Aenarion was startled and almost broke out in a cold sweat. He looked sideways and found that there was a pink rune of the Dark Prince on the palms of her hands and the ravines on the snowy peaks, representing the three marks of Slaanesh on her body.

Unlike the Warlock who specializes in spellcasting, the Paladin is a type that practices both magic and martial arts. Like a warrior, he fights in heavy armor, but he can also fight with auxiliary and healing magic.

Fortunately, she was not very strong. She had just pinched her neck, so she could not utter any spells. She could not use the god-given power to scold or command humanoids. If this person had recited a few spells, she might not be able to stand now, and might even be controlled by her instead.

Moreover, this mark of Slaanesh...are the people on this ship, and that demon, really followers of Slaanesh?

"You are scared. Is there anything here that scares you?"

After the contract was signed, the two seemed to be in sync with each other. Artemisia quickly sensed Aenarion's fear and asked with concern.

"Nothing, I was just a little scared when I saw that six-armed demon."

Aenarion took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Well, after a warlock signs a contract with a familiar, the familiar can gain some benefits, and the warlock can also gain some benefits based on the familiar's abilities. For example, a cat familiar can enhance a warlock's stealth skills, and a bat familiar can enhance a warlock's listening ability. So, what benefits can this elf who believes in Slaanesh bring to him?

Just as Aenarion was about to take a look, a line of small purple words automatically appeared in front of his eyes.

[Pet Ability·Lord of Pleasure]: The number of your pets increases sixfold. (1/6)