Pausing at my earlier words, I lowered my head, pondering for a moment. Sending Zanris a curious glance, I turned my attention to Orion still on his knees. Drawing closer, I spoke coldly, "Do not resist."

  This was totally unnecessary as I already had complete control of Orion due to our verbal contract, but even though he didn't complete his side of his contract didn't mean the contract would vanish. Once he denied his promise, my terms kicked in, but should he call for the wyvern, my control 'could' vanish, allowing him to be free. There were many loopholes in verbal contracts, but they were in a way better than written contracts.

  Paling at the massive drain, I bitterly smiled as I activated the Demonic Sacerlege Mantra. Pushing qi back into my body, I looked at my slave with a delectable smile, "Rise little Orion, and Call your wyvern. I wish to leave."

  Looking up with broken eyes, Orion bitterly nodded. I could see the struggle, but he still raised his arms, "Come to me, Loris."

  Suddenly the wind began to pick up as I felt a powerful draconic aura begin to radiate out. The hairs on my neck began to rise as I felt a powerful suppressive force upon my body. The skies quickly began to darken as I saw a massive dragon blast through the rubble of ice, landing with a destructive blast.

  Pushing my qi out, I smiled as my armor also activated, shielding me from the rubble. Licking my lips, I eyed the massive wyvern staring down at my slave with reverence. Suddenly Dragonsbane began to ring out, to my surprise.

  "Huh?"

  Opening my eyes, Loris suddenly turned to me as horror filled its eyes. The skies swiftly began to darken as darkness began to flow from the heavens like mist. Showering us in pure darkness that held the appearance of flames.

  "Typhoeus?" I whispered as Zanris and Orion crashed into the floor. Blood began to leak from her orifices as they shivered, not daring to look up.

  "Form a contract with it, Papa," the childish voice of Typhoeus sounded as I gasped.

  "You truly are a child…… wait, papa?"

  "Hmph, dumb dumb, hurry up." She beckoned with annoyance as I dashed towards Loris with a happy smile as she never dared looked into my eyes. Like an obedient dog, Loris didn't even resist as I place my emblem within her soul.

  Falling to my knees, I gasped for air as perspiration ran over my armor like streams. Gazing weakly at Dragonsbane shine with dark light, I spoke, "So, it was you all this time. That's why Dragansbane felt alive. You are living within it.

  "Yes, big bad Zeus seal me long ago, and I had long been forgotten. You are the first being to call upon my name. Typhoeus will now be reborn from this spear. She will follow papa one day." Typhoeus joyfully shouted, causing me to smile at her cute voice.

  "Grow strong, papa, and don't forget to give Typhoeus some souls. Transferring my consciousness into this spear while also turning it into my nature is difficult. Typhoeus needs your help."

  Wiping the sweat from my brow, I tried to rise only to fail. Bitterly laughing, I nodded, "of course, you can have half all the souls within this prison. It's all yours."

  I had no reason not to trust Typhoeus. She had helped me many times. She was a major help, not to mention I had a familiar feeling as if we were both ones with the darkness. It was like we were brother and sister. Darkness truly is strange.

  Watching Dragonsbane shiver, I smiled before it vanished in a flash of light. Opening my eyes wide, I suddenly frowned as everything grew quiet. It all happened in just a second, but as I blinked, Dragonsbane appeared once more.

  Hearing a burp, I had a bad feeling as Typhoeus spoke, "Papa…… Typhoeus ate them all…… sorry, but you can have the cores. I have no use for them." she joyfully explain without a hint of guilt.

  Raising my brow, I understood not just anyone could use soul cores as fuel. Humming in response, I nodded as I suddenly felt over a hundred thousand souls flood my soul space. Opening my eyes wide, Typhoeus roared in laughter.

  "Hehehe, Bye-bye, papa. Typhoeus can't hold on long. Summon Typhoeus any time. "

  None of these souls did anything to my cultivation as Typhoeus drained all the soul's energy. However, with time, I will be breaking through like crazy.

  Gazing at Dragonsbane fall to the ground, I smiled as I waited a few minutes to move once more. Turning to Zanris shivering, I smirked, "Scared? Fear me, for I am now the papa of the great dragon king."

  Biting her lips, Zanris turned her head. Taking it as a victory, I beamed in joy, "come on, help me on, Loris. Typhoeus killed everyone…… and I mean everyone. We should have no trouble leaving. "

  Frowning, Zanris vanished before reappearing with a horrid grimace eyeing Dragonsbane with fear. Gulping, she lifted my body up princess style as we leaped upon the massive wyvern along with Orion.

  With an excited smile, I stared up into the dark skies, "To the Heaven's Loris."

  "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROARRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

  Releasing a powerful roar, Loris's wings expanded out before rushing to the stars. Feeling the chilling winds against my face, I smiled as a bright light filled my eyes.

  Slowly the snow upon my face began turning into ash as my grin grew even deeper. Like a sinister serpent, I hissed in joy as the screams of despair echoed in my ears like bells.

  "A lich," Zanris muttered as Orion nodded,

  "yes, but there was nothing Hallr could do. All Liches are at minimum Dao Serving. They are all monsters close to the level of World. Most of them, however, stay within the center of Midgard due to the effects of the world tree and the Bifrost."

  Snuggling within Zanris bosom, I smiled, closing my eyes enjoying the music before I suddenly fell. Haering an adorable snort, I could not help but chuckled, "come on, was I not comfortable to hold. I don't mind if you act as the man. you can carry me princes style any time."

  Gitting her teeth, Zanris snorted, "What I want is for you to release my soul."

  Rolling my eyes, I stared down at the flaming city with a smile, "I could, but don't you want to be a demon or devil? Your current talent would become immeasurable. As for your freedom, you will still have it in a way. I cannot release you yet, but should you still want it. I could give it to you within one year."

  Clenching her fist, Zanris spat, "YOU!!" Sending me a vicious look, I merely smiled. "Power means nothing if I am below someone. Never!!!"

  Narrowing my gaze, I shrugged, "Well, it doesn't matter. I will turn you anyway, but I will still keep my promise to free you of our contract within a year, but I don't think you will want to after I am done with you."

  Quaking behind me, Zanris turned away as I laughed, "Why so mad? You will still retain your Elvin heritage. You will just be something more, but I guess you elves have this elven superiority ideology. How foolish."

  Listening to my mocking laughter, I could see a look of loathing flash through Zanris eyes as she looked down at the flaming city.

  "Jump, you will still live. I will make sure of that, and once your soul enters my soul space, an eternal hell of my design will ensue. You are mine, Zanris. You had best understand that now. "