Layla's voice was as cold as winter. "All right, you noble orcs. Will you choose freedom or death? If you don't want to die, hand over your soul contracts to me. Perhaps I'll spare your lives then. Otherwise, I'll make you vanish into ashes in minutes."
"Soul contracts?!" The Beast-Headed Bone Demon leader could not help taking a step back. He had considered the possibility of failure—after all, anyone capable of dealing with that zombie could not be ordinary—but he had never expected the pressure Layla displayed to make even escape seem impossible. Panic filled his heart, yet he did not know what to do. Layla had given him a path, but that path was practically the same as becoming a slave forever!
"Orcs shall never be slaves!! Honor and freedom are my life!" One Beast-Headed Bone Demon charged at Layla in great strides as if he had gone mad.
"Idiot!" The black flames around Layla suddenly surged, and a massive blaze of black fire enveloped the Beast-Headed Bone Demon. Amid a miserable howl, the Beast-Headed Bone Demon turned directly into black ash. "Don't you know that the more a race lacks something, the more it boasts about it? Orcs are an utterly lowly race, so stop calling yourselves noble, trash!"
The moment she finished speaking, Layla let out a great roar. Along with it, the entire pyramid seemed to tremble. Every undead creature within a thousand miles suddenly knelt toward this patch of land, as though paying homage to an emperor.
The Beast-Headed Bone Demon leader also crashed to the ground. "A mighty existence who has mastered true power... You are the master fate has destined for me! So you are the one who will bring light to our orc race! The future of our orc race lies in