Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 453 - 433

In the gloomy cell, Sinola stood in the depths, her pupils reflecting the faint light on the dome above, and the sight of the green-eyed, black-haired girl bathed in glow.

"..."

The look in Sinola’s eyes was no longer the previous alertness and deep thought, and before closing, only calmness and softness remained.

Her feet slightly spread apart, hands lightly crossed in front of her abdomen, composed in her posture, her knees slightly bent, her eyelashes modestly drooping, her expression calm and friendly, neither overly enthusiastic nor aloof.

During the entire process of the bow, the lady’s movements were smooth and controlled, showing her manners and confidence without exception.

Subsequently, she gracefully returned to her original posture.

"I will follow you, New King."

Sinola murmured softly, as if speaking to herself, and also making a promise to Antanas and the Great Love Poet.

"So I took you out of Herram Prison, you might need to fight for me, the most important job in the near future is to deal with an eighth-order enemy together with Antanas, can you?"

The Great Love Poet nodded and asked.

"Of course, I am loyal to you, no need for transaction, naturally I will contribute my strength."

Sinola replied.

She hadn’t had a serious fight for a long time, if she could accomplish something for the New King, she would certainly go all out.

"Please make a pact with me."

Sinola put her hands in front of her and looked away, waiting quietly, she had accepted the pact.

What she meant at this moment was of course another more substantial pact.

The Protoss Empire had kept them, the Great Demon Clan, here instead of choosing to execute, intending to use the Ancient Demon Race technique inherent in Herram Prison to sign slave pacts with them.

This was the only way they could escape Herram Prison and the Protoss Empire.

Unexpectedly, one day it became the way for the New King to take them away.

All the resentment towards Herram Prison was probably relieved at this moment.

If she could become the power of the New King, even if she was marked as a slave for life, she could tolerate it...

"No need, we can just make a deal between the Demon Race, slavery is too much."

The Great Love Poet shook his head and waved, denying Sinola’s request.

"...?"

Sinola looked at the Great Love Poet with surprise, not understanding what the New King was saying.

The Great Love Poet acknowledged.

Once she got the reply, Sinola lightly raised her palm free-floating before the forehead of the Great Love Poet.

The limited light within the gloomy cell started to tremble, enveloping the surroundings with a profound silence.

Suddenly, Sinola’s eyes flickered into an engulfing-dim fog, like a black hole even light couldn’t escape, carrying an irresistible Magic Power.

As the build-up reached the critical point, Sinola’s palm started a Magic Power surge within the prison cell; her innate magic intertwined with the magic, seeping from her palm into the forehead of the Great Love Poet.

The intersecting light and shadows were imbued with boundless primal power, in which the deep red gleam flowed like blood: mysterious and eerie.

The supreme Demon Race’s traditional ceremony caused an enigmatic mark to gradually form on the forehead of the Great Love Poet; the strong Magic Power progressively subsided until, at the end, Sinola slowly retracted her hand.

At this moment, one could see a surge of Magic Power flashing across the jade-green pupils of the Great Love Poet, making the whole scene a notch more sophisticated.

[Magic-breaking Mark]

[Category: Soul Imprint]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

[Level:1]

[Passive Effect: Obtain a small reduction in Spell Effect]

[Remark: Recognition of Law Breaker Sinola.]

Lanci closed his eyes feeling the brand-new Mark of the Great Demon Clan, nodding satisfactorily.

Though he now only has thirty-six slots left, he gained four more passive magic abilities.

Each Demon Clan member with a title could only bestow the mark once in a lifetime, unless they morph into a Ninth-order Great Demon to leave more marks of the Demon Clan.

Only after finishing bestowing the mark could the Great Demon Clan member know what attribute they had granted to the other members of the Demon Clan.

"I apologize, my mark is not very strong."

Worried that her mark might have tarnished the new King, Sinola quickly retreated half a step and apologized.

"No, it’s a very useful mark to me, thank you very much."

The Great Love Poet opened his eyes, his gaze full of appreciation, responded with a slight smile.

Just a glance at Law Breaker Sinola, and he knew that she is an exceptional member of the Demon Clan, with a mark as powerful as expected.

Even though, according to Demon Clan standards, offensive marks may be generally more potent than defensive ones, Lanci was fine either way.

As long as it wasn’t something like "Obtain a certain digestive function enhancement" mark.