Lana Mokos pouted and shot Ethan a sidelong glance: "What do you an? Is my illusion that simple? This is a deity-level illusion, you know."
Everything was going according to plan, and Ethan was extrely pleased, his face beaming with a warm smile: "Lana, don't be so serious!"
The casual banter between the two caused Aneropo's expression to shift and change, the flas floating beside him swaying back and forth just like his turbulent emotions.
Awakening as if from a dream, Aneropo roared, "Black Dragon? You're not dead? So everything just now was fake."
Ethan shrugged lightly, speaking indifferently: "Of course. Did you really think about it? You've only just awakened; how could you possibly wield such imnse apocalyptic power? If all ancient deities were like you, you wouldn't have been in slumber for so long."
"Bullshit," Aneropo was completely crazed now, "I don't care how you ca back to life; if I could kill you once, I can kill you twice."
Saying this, Aneropo gathered all the remaining Power of Faith in his body, causing the flas enveloping him to flicker and dance more vigorously.
Aneropo wanted to transform back into the Golden Raven, to beco the Son of the Sun once again.
Ethan, walking on the waves, approached with a relaxed and leisurely expression: "Stop struggling, Aneropo, my servant."
"Servant?" Aneropo roared, "Black Dragon, I am your master. This ti, I will completely enslave your soul!"
Ethan spread his arms, making a gesture in the air: "Aneropo, how do you know what I am about to do?"
As soon as Ethan finished speaking, waves of soulful resonance emanated from his body.
Lana Mokos glanced sideways, her deep and profound eyes fixated on Ethan.
"Just what is the extent of your strength? Even the Soul Language of Nature has reached a point where it can exist independently of the body. No wonder you are confident in enslaving a deity, even if it's a broken one..."
Lana's internal mutterings were naturally unbeknownst to Ethan.
He was now fully focused on the Soul Contract, and although he appeared relaxed, he was well aware of the gravity of the situation.
Facing a deity, one must give it their all.
Ethan's fingers danced through the air, as if playing a subli instrunt.
Aneropo seed to be able to see a great net, woven by Ethan, forming in the void.
This net, akin to constellations connecting in the sky, was densely packed and instilled fear in those who witnessed it.
Suddenly, the soul net shimred with a golden light and descended directly above Aneropo's head.
Naturally, Aneropo was not about to et his end without a fight.
Wrapping the remaining Power of Faith around his flas, he unleashed a full-force assault on the soul net.
However, Ethan's movents were even faster.
Each tap in the void resulted in a surge of the Power of Soul.
Aneropo was already at his limit, naturally devoid of any ability to resist Ethan.
Aneropo watched as the soul net gradually descended, standing resilient like a man bearing the weight of a mountain, trying to stop the net's descent.
But it was futile.
The net, though descending slowly, was trendously solid.
The soul net pressed down upon Aneropo, and then it started to contract, wrapping Aneropo in strands of golden threads.
Those were Ethan's Power of Soul.
The golden threads gradually lted into Aneropo's body.
Aneropo's face twisted in agony as the golden threads reappeared on the surface of his body.
Even Lana Mokos couldn't help but feel tense, her jade-like eyes filled with vigilance.
Ethan's lips curled into a smile as his fingers moved again: "Aneropo, stop resisting. It's utterly pointless."
As Ethan's movents quickened, his complexion grew increasingly pale.
However, his eyes sparkled with an irrepressible excitent.
"Aneropo, just surrender obediently."
Aneropo had sustained severe injuries.
As an ancient deity, devoid of the Power of Faith, his strength had plumted by eighty percent.
Now, only his lingering soul was putting up a resistance.
As ti ticked away, Aneropo's expression grew more weary, his body becoming more and more ethereal, like a wisp of mist.
The struggle on Aneropo's face diminished, and the golden threads fully integrated into his body.
Success!
A radiant smile blossod on Ethan's face; he had actually enslaved a deity.
Lana Mokos slowly shook her head, her deanor sowhat shaken.
Ethan was truly a madman; he had actually pulled off such a crazed endeavor.
Despite his pale face, Ethan's eyes glead with excitent as he breathlessly asked, "Aneropo, how do you feel?"
Slowly, Aneropo opened his eyes, the arrogance and disdain previously in his gaze completely vanished.
He stepped out of the flas, which modestly covered his vital parts.
He knelt on one knee, his face adorned with a gentle smile: "Master, I am very well. I just need the Power of Faith, or else I will continue to slumber."
Ethan exchanged a glance with Lana Mokos, barely holding back his laughter as he responded perfunctorily, "I will find a way to help you. For now, just go back to sleep."
The previous Aneropo might have picked up on Ethan's peculiar laughter, but the current Aneropo had already beco Ethan's servant.
Whatever Ethan commanded, he would carry out without hesitation.
"Yes, master." Aneropo entered back into the flas, curling up as he fell into a deep slumber.
Lana Mokos's luscious lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with imnse shock: "This is just too crazy. It actually worked."
Ethan chuckled softly, "No ti for astonishnt now. Let's seize this opportunity and quickly perform the ritual."
In the blink of an eye, both Ethan and Lana Mokos's figures vanished.
Fla City.
This city-state, which should have been annihilated and lted by Aneropo's apocalyptic attack, stood intact in its original location.
The blood and fire had not disappeared, but they were all within controllable limits.
Far from the extent of annihilation, even the belief Magic Circle created by Aneropo had been broken.
Hilna, who was supposed to be killed by the apocalypse strike, stood unhard next to Ethan, her face filled with astonishnt as she looked at Aneropo's physical form.
Hilna, her face filled with confusion, turned to Ethan and asked, "How did Aneropo suddenly stop and turn into what he is now?"
Lana Mokos's cool voice ca through, explaining everything to Hilna:
"He fell for my Illusion, thinking that he had been enslaved by Ethan."
"What?"Hilna's eyes widened, her red seaweed-like hair fluttering in the wind, "Is that even possible?"
Ethan was gasping for air, his golden scales looking as if they were lting gold.
The liquid gold flowed down his body and onto the ground, burning holes in the walls of the city-state.
Ethan circulated the mana within his body, repairing his own form.
Lana looked at Ethan's state and remarked with emotion, "This was all his idea."
Hilna turned her gaze towards Ethan, tears appearing in her eyes: "Ethan... are you okay?"
Ethan, with a pale face, forced a grim smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Hilna's heart ached even more.
Ethan's current state looked as if he was about to lt.
Thinking back to Aneropo's apocalyptic strike from before, Hilna finally understood.
Ethan had taken on Aneropo's apocalyptic strike all by himself, which led to his current state.
Hilna took a step forward, intending to embrace Ethan.
Lana Mokos extended her arm, pale as jade, and spoke softly, "I advise you not to disturb Ethan now; he has important matters to attend to."
Ethan took several deep breaths, allowing himself a brief respite.
His mind was also replaying the events of this operation, recognizing the extre peril of this plan.
According to the agreent made with Lana Mokos beforehand, the two had prepared to join forces to take down Aneropo.
Lana Mokos wanted to study Aneropo, while Ethan intended to enslave him.
Thus, during the battle with Aneropo, Ethan deliberately provoked him.
Aneropo, as expected, fell into a rage and unleashed his apocalyptic strike.
However, being an ancient deity who had slumbered for far too long and possessing too little Power of Faith, the effect of Aneropo's apocalyptic strike was not as devastating as it could have been.
To draw Aneropo into the trap, Ethan risked his own life to withstand Aneropo's apocalyptic strike directly.
This strategy served two purposes: one was to drain Aneropo's strength, and the other was to lower Aneropo's guard.
At this mont, it was Lana Mokos' turn to take the stage, creating an illusion to amplify Aneropo's apocalyptic strike.
Aneropo, still believing himself to be an ancient deity, naturally remained unaware.
But this alone was not enough; Aneropo would not be lured into slumber, and Ethan had no way to enslave him.
So, Lana Mokos cast another illusion, making Aneropo believe he had already been enslaved by Ethan.
Ethan instructed Aneropo to obediently enter slumber, and Aneropo complied without resistance.
This left Aneropo utterly powerless, allowing Ethan to easily enslave the Son of the Sun.
All of this might sound straightforward, but the execution was fraught with peril.
Aneropo resisted several tis, nearly prompting Lana Mokos to intervene directly.
It was Ethan who kept his cool, refraining from acting rashly.
Having organized his thoughts, Ethan opened his eyes and slowly looked towards Aneropo.
Aneropo lay in slumber amidst the flas, peaceful as an infant.
Ethan took a deep breath: "I'm starting now. Protect during the process."
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