"Submit to me, and you will not only live, but you will also have this woman." Varimathras's words were seductive, already employing a touch of bewitching magic.
But Unas was born with an inability to submit to others. Having dealt with Bessarius so much, he also knew that not a single word a demon said could be trusted. The consequence of submission was to become Bessarius's puppet forever, imprisoned in his own body and living a life worse than death.
Luisa will not be saved either; as vulnerable as a lamb, she will only be used as a toy and food by the devil.
Wouldn't it be better to die together than to meet such an end?
Thinking this, he took a deep breath. "Demon, listen up! No matter how you threaten or tempt me, I will not yield! If you're going to do it, then do it now!"
Unexpectedly, Varimathras was not provoked, nor did he smash Luisa's skull. Instead, he beckoned to one of his subordinates and carefully handed the girl over to him, as if Luisa were a fragile and precious piece of porcelain.
Unas stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that a demon could be so gentle.
"You're surprised?" Varimathras sneered. "I wouldn't bear to hurt her. She's important, far more important than you."
It turned out that the demon's threat was just a bluff. Unas breathed a sigh of relief, but was also puzzled: why was Luisa so important?
"Bessarius, just as you said, this human won't easily bow down."
The demon in the chest finally spoke, "Your Excellency, I have already explained to you that ordinary threats and inducements will not work. Let's use that method instead."
Unas immediately sensed something was wrong. What kind of method was that?
"Okay, remember, you owe me a favor."
"As long as I control this physical body, I am willing to serve Your Majesty at any time!"
The two demons reached some kind of deal, Unas uneasy. He didn't know if they were just putting on an act or if they really had a way to deal with him.
At Varimathras's command, three Zombie mages emerged from the Forest and directed the other Undead soldiers to begin their work. A flat clearing was quickly created.
It took nearly five minutes for the Zombie mages to draw a hexagonal Magic Circle on the open ground, and then they began to cast a spell together.
The Magic Circle emitted a ghostly green light, and soon, within the suddenly blinding green light, one after another, ugly and deformed monsters appeared.
There were five monsters in total. They were not large in size, with deep red scales all over their bodies, two white bone-colored demon horns on their heads, and two long, curved, and ferocious whiskers on their backs.
This is Felhound. Unas saw it in the game; it's just a relatively weak demon race.
The Magic Circle continued, and the mages changed their tone, chanting another incantation. This time it took a full quarter of an hour. In the dazzling green light, a two-headed behemoth appeared in the center of the Magic Circle.
The stench of sulfur filled the air, and a colossal beast, easily three meters tall, roared as it appeared, attempting to pounce on the mages surrounding the Magic Circle.
Varimathras roared to the sky, the majesty of a higher-ranking demon having absolute dominance over a lower-ranking demon. The Fel Behemoth noticed the presence of the Dreadlord, howled, and lowered its ugly head.
Varimathras nodded in satisfaction, raised his arms, and a beam of black light shot out from between his palms, striking the giant beast squarely between the eyebrows.
The behemoth dared not dodge. After being struck by the spell, its limbs went limp, and it collapsed to the ground, quickly falling into a snoring spell—it was a sleep spell, and if the demon did not actively awaken it, it would sleep forever.
Four strong Undead stepped forward, untied the black net covering Unas, and then firmly held down his limbs.
Although his body was paralyzed, his fingers were finally able to move. Unas secretly prepared to unleash his trump card—the Finger of Death technique attached to Merlin's Ruby Ring.
If Bessarius had revealed all his secrets, the other party might already know about the existence of the Finger of Death, but he was determined to take the risk anyway; waiting to die was not in his nature.
At the demon's command, five Felhound crawled between the Paladin and the Fel Beast. Each Felhound extended two tentacles from its back, one plunging into the Fel Beast's body and the other wrapping around the Paladin.
Unas's neck and limbs were tightly bound by the tentacles of the Felhound. The barbs beneath the tentacles pierced his skin and reached his flesh, allowing streams of green Fel these barbs.
This was Fel being poured into his body. Unas suddenly understood the demons' purpose—to forcibly transform him into a demon using Fel!
"It's finally starting!" Bessarius's voice was filled with ecstasy and excitement. "Your body has already undergone Metamorphosis once; it will surely withstand this one as well."
Perhaps fearing that the overwhelming Fel overwhelm him, the Felhound's supply remained at a low level, but Unas had no means to stop it.
The Fel spread rampantly to every corner of his body, both transforming his physique and continuously supplying energy to the demon within his heart.
Unas felt a tingling and itchy sensation all over his body. Some kind of change was constantly taking place. The little bit of Holy Power had managed to recover was quickly extinguished. The Shadowfiend was too small and shrank into a ball under the Fel, making it useless. The Emerald Tree could only protect itself at the moment, and whether it could resist the increasingly concentrated Fel was still unknown.
We have no choice but to use our trump card: Finger of Finger of Death. It can only target one enemy, and that enemy can only be the strongest one present— Varimathras.
Unas instantly switched the Ruby Ring to his index finger and activated it, unleashing a bolt of dark lightning.
I won!
The lightning struck the demon squarely in the chest, Varimathras's body silently burst into a cloud of blue mist and vanished.
Unas stared wide-eyed as the blue mist dissipated. Only a dead blue bat remained where the demon had been. Had they succeeded?
No.
Varimathras's furious roar came from another direction, "I was prepared for this move, but even the protective barrier was useless, wasting one of my clones. This is unforgivable!"
"It's good that Your Excellency is alright. We can deal with this stubborn fellow properly soon, and the precious Ring will be presented to you as well." Bessarius quickly flattered him.
The Undead soldiers beside him immediately tried to pry open the Ruby Ring, Unas, on a whim, put it into his backpack.
The demon sneered, "I admire your rebellious spirit, human, but it's all in vain. You'll hand it over willingly in a moment!"
The Finger of Death failed, and Unas was truly at his wit's end. There was still some residual fire energy in the Fire Ring, but even if he released it, it would only kill a few Undead soldiers, which would be of no use whatsoever.
Despair filled Unas's eyes; he gave up even struggling, knowing he couldn't break free from the Undead soldiers' hold and the Felhound's tentacles.
"Hahaha," Bessarius laughed triumphantly, perhaps because victory was in sight, it became increasingly talkative, "Boy, I'm really looking forward to seeing how powerful your body will become. You don't know yet, do you? You are a holder of the divine power of Holy Light. Corrupting your soul and body will shift you from one extreme to the other. This disruptive transformation will generate tremendous explosive power, possibly several times stronger than you are now. Too bad, your body and power will soon be mine, hahaha!"