"Lord Livale?"
"Who goes there?"
All the Demon soldiers wore wary expressions.
On the ground.
Countless chunks of flesh knit together, beginning to reform into human shapes.
Some Monster soldiers opened their eyes to see an exquisitely beautiful Elf slowly descending.
"I am Serie, Lin Luo's Familiar. This should be our first meeting."
Serie glanced at the Monster soldiers and spoke calmly.
"We pay our respects, Lady Serie."
Several Monster soldiers who had largely recovered immediately dropped to one knee and bowed their heads.
They did not doubt her words.
For they were all Monsters transformed by the Control Ring.
The moment they became Monsters.
Lin Luo had granted them the ability to recognize the presence of his Familiars.
"You truly are remarkable creatures..."
Looking at the virtually immortal Monster soldiers, Serie let out a sigh of wonder.
"You flatter us, Lady Serie."
"All of this is a Gift from Lord Lin Luo."
They remained respectful.
To them.
Both Lin Luo and his Familiars were beings akin to gods.
Boom!
Just then, the ruins of a distant house exploded.
Livale slowly emerged.
Despite taking Serie's magic head-on, he was completely unscathed.
As he walked, a savage aura instantly swept out in every direction.
"As expected of the War God. You truly are a battle-hardened warrior."
Serie folded her arms in front of her, magic power surging around her. Watching the towering figure approach, she floated into the air, imperceptibly putting distance between them.
As a Mage.
She had no desire to let a warrior get that close.
Livale brushed the dust off his body, a chilling hunger for battle gleaming in his cold eyes.
He spoke in a low voice. "That spell of yours just now really hurt."
"I don't know who you are, but you're certainly a powerful opponent