"Tiago? Are you... Tiago from the Magic Guild, the Saint Son?"
An Ya’s face looked grim.
She looked again at the old woman gripping her: "Lady Dragonfish... Dragon Taming Lady? You... you are also from the Magic Guild!!"
Swish! A swift, lightning-like figure suddenly darted from the corner of the room, heading straight for the Dragon Taming Lady.
This was a handso young man whose appearance almost rivaled Tiago, with a grim deanor that seed unreal.
This wasn’t a real person but rather the "Fire God cha" that Falk had gifted An Ya when he took her as his disciple.
"Hmph, this cha must have been tinkered by that old coot Falk, right? If that old coot had spent half the energy wasted on these worthless things on serious practice and focused on improving his realm, he would have already reached War God level, or even stepped into the Realm of Magic!"
The Dragon Taming Lady laughed coldly, clearly long aware of this trump card An Ya possessed.
Under the activation of Pure White Fla, the Fire God cha’s combat power approached Tier Nine.
But compared to the Dragon Taming Lady’s War God level strength, it was like Falk initially being easily defeated by the female assassin Catherine at the Shield of Flowing Fire!
Only a "bang" sound was heard, and as soon as the Fire God cha approached the Dragon Taming Lady within a two-ter radius, it was like hitting an invisible wall at full speed and bounced back sharply.
The Dragon Taming Lady shouted, "Tiago, stop dawdling, get on with it!"
An Ya saw: Tiago swiftly appeared right in front of her, looking at her close-up. A strange light gradually emitted from his light brown eyes.
"Don’t struggle, it’s useless."
Tiago smiled, his voice deliberately gentle, or perhaps srizing: "Cooperate obediently, okay? I want to take you back to the Scholar’s Fortress; such a fine woman like you wasting away here in the Wildfire Territory is such a pity, isn’t it?"
An Ya only felt her head grow heavier with each word he spoke.
She struggled hard not to make eye contact with him, but her gaze felt "captured."
Tiago continued to say:
"Our demand is simple; we want water from beneath the Wildfire Territory.
The Wildfire Territory has water underground, right? But I’ve never been able to find the specific source location, so that mysterious source must be in a separate space-ti, a small world, isn’t it?
Tell , how do we enter that underground space? Where’s the entrance?
Co on, just say it; if you do, I won’t hurt you.
We only want the water source, nothing else interests us.
After all, the water source is the foundation for the Wildfire Territory’s rapid rise. Steal your water source, and you’ll be reduced to your forr state overnight, how will you support the Warm Fire Comrce Association then?"
Tiago leisurely laid out the battle plans of the Magic Guild and the three major Earth Fire Scholars, essentially holding them all up.
Though they say villains die by talking too much, as Tiago spoke eloquently, the Dragon Taming Lady didn’t interrupt, instead showing a rare look of appreciation.
This was because Tiago’s words contained real, undeniable magic power!
This was a highly obscure branch within Desolate Language Magic: Demon Whisper.
The activation conditions for Demon Whisper are extrely stringent, requiring the casting target to be completely unable to resist, not at all, and there can’t be any outside interference.
That’s why the Dragon Taming Lady was present to suppress An Ya firmly while shielding the Wildfire Territory’s defensive forces outside the room.
And under the conditions t for activation, the magic effect of Demon Whisper is astonishing: it can make an individual willingly, from the heart, beco a caster’s slave!
In the realm of Soul Magic, "complete slavery" always cos with severe damage to the enslaved person’s self-will. Simply put, they’re puppets on strings.
If one wishes to preserve the subject’s own will and consciousness, the slavery relationship cannot be stable.
This is almost a law in the world of magic.
Demon Whisper, however, can completely break this law.
With Tiago’s appearance, he actually didn’t need such an evil magic and certainly wouldn’t lack won, yet he spent a significant amount of ti in countless eager practices to make this magic his most proficient trick!
An Ya now couldn’t shift her gaze even a fraction from Tiago’s eyes.
Her expression resembled depictions in romance novels, the so-called "falling into soone’s gaze."
However, An Ya’s feelings were only of a sickening revulsion strong enough to make her nauseous!
She felt disgusted enough to vomit, yet gradually realized her body was beyond her control.
Her true self-awareness seed to be slowly shut in a transparent, soundproof room.
And what replaced self-awareness was desire.
In a certain sense, once captured by "Demon Whisper," An Ya was still An Ya, but she would no longer be the An Ya forged through years of study, tempering, and effort; she would beco a female beast driven by her own desires.
The most terrifying part is, An Ya’s real self-will will not dissipate; it will remain in that "transparent soundproof room," incessantly experiencing and feeling everything yet unable to respond!
An Ya was in despair.
For any woman, this was the most horrifying ordeal.
If her body were still under her control, An Ya would even choose to end herself imdiately to avoid the hell of incarcerated consciousness and enslaved body!
The fear escalated sharply, nearly uncontrollably in that brief period.
Until the transparent soundproof room enclosing her consciousness suddenly seed punched by a stronger force, smashing it to pieces.
Swiftly, a voice incredibly clear and steady stread in, like a lifeline offered to a drowning person: "Don’t be afraid, I’m here!"
As the soundproof room confining her consciousness shattered, An Ya breathed heavily as if suffocating for a long ti.
Upon hearing this voice, An Ya froze again.
The voice was so near, it felt as though it was within the room, right beside her, yet clearly, there was no one else in the room.
The voice was so intimate and familiar, An Ya’s eyes instantly reddened after the initial shock. Amidst excitent and trepidation, fearing the voice was just a delusion born of despair, she tentatively asked in a trembling voice: "...Master?"
Then she heard the voice again, saying: "It’s alright, just beat him up, beat him to death!"
Tiago saw An Ya’s odd expression, and then she suddenly uttered "Master," causing him to rejoice, thinking that the enslavent had just been completed and she was already calling "Master"? I really didn’t misjudge; she’s exceptional!
Unable to contain himself any longer, he reached out to touch An Ya’s face —
A crisp "snap" resounded, as An Ya abruptly broke free from the Dragon Taming Lady’s grip and raised her hand to deliver a fierce slap across Tiago’s handso face!
The slap wasn’t just crisp and unexpected; it was imnsely heavy.
Caught off guard, Tiago spun around in place, wobbled twice, and barely managed to regain his balance.
Covering his rapidly swelling face, he stared dumbly at An Ya, completely stunned!
Monts later, the second Saint Son and foremost rogue of the Magic Guild suddenly opened his mouth, and a stream of broken, shattered, bloodied teeth spilled out, scattering all over the place with clicking sounds.
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