135: Chapter 135 Even Grass Doesn't Lose the Elf

Inside the white light, Tang Wuying kept shrieking.

"Enough! Stop screaming. Sign this contract, and I'll let you out."

"Ah! You will die a horrible death! I won't sign it even if I die! My dad is…" Tang Wuying was struggling frantically inside the ball of light, his voice filled with humiliation.

Gu Han scoffed, "You're quite tough, young man. It seems a few mere Six-Winged Chickens aren't enough to satisfy you. I still have Goblins, Orcs, Lizardmen, and oh, right, your favorite green-skinned mushroom people. They're all lined up, ready to let you have your fill."

The voice inside the ball of light came to an abrupt halt.

Then, a pig-like wail erupted: "Ah! Are you a devil? I'll sign! I'll sign! No green-skinned ones! No Goblins!"

Gu Han raised a hand, the white light dissipated, and the effects of the Forced Reproduction skill were lifted.

On the grass, Tang Wuying, who already had sunken eye sockets, was curled up into a ball, his face deathly pale.

He gripped the grass tightly with both hands, buried his face in the dirt, and his shoulders shook violently as he let out a despairing howl.

Several Six-Winged Chickens were surrounding him, tilting their heads and clucking, occasionally pecking at him with their beaks.

It seemed he still needed some time for mental preparation, so Gu Han turned to look at Qu Nimade, who was still standing there in a daze.

"You're becoming more and more reliable. How are you feeling?"

Qu Nimade looked down at his leg and grinned, "Just missing a leg. That Elf cast a healing spell on me earlier; the bleeding has stopped, and I'm fine now, just need to rest for a while."

Gu Han raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, "Oh? It healed you?"

Qu Nimade stood straight on one leg and recounted everything that had happened. He glossed over his own final words when he was calmly facing death, only saying that after the Elf was betrayed by its original master, it was moved by his heartfelt words, had broken free from Tang Wuying's control, and was looking for a wise master of its own.

Gu Han raised an eyebrow, his mind becoming active.

A Level 7 Magic Instructor who also knows healing spells?

He had previously seen the Female Elf Demigod heal the Orc Avapa. He had long had the idea of getting into magic, but he had been too busy producing troops and mining to delve into the magic system.

Most importantly, in large-scale warfare, magic is absolutely a terrifying Sharp Weapon for group damage. It is an existence that can fight against superior numbers and instantly turn the tide of battle.

Among Transcendental Believers of the same level, the combat power between different transcendental paths varies vastly.

Body Refining relies on techniques to absorb the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, tempering the Origin and breaking through one's own shackles. As long as one eats well, it is relatively easy to advance, though the combat power is not extremely high, and it is the most common transcendental path. Able to take hits and dish them out, it can be viewed as a tank warrior.

On the other hand, mages rely on magic affinity to manipulate arcane elements. They need to constantly learn various spells, have comprehensive coverage, require a large amount of knowledge reserves, and are harder to form.

If left to develop freely, they can support and deal damage, making them the most comprehensive backline.

A Level 7 Magic Instructor has extensive learning and profound arcane knowledge, capable of getting many spells for free; they are not easy to find on the market.

Gu Han turned around, raised his hand again, and lifted the skill restrictions on Ier. The white light dissipated.

Ier was lying in the grass in the distance, hands gripping the turf in front of him tightly, face buried in the soil, in a posture exactly like Tang Wuying's.

However, Ier did not cry out loud, just looked a bit haggard.

Seeing this, Qu Nimade hopped over on one leg, gloating. He poked Ier's back with his greatsword, thought for a long time, and finally squeezed out a word of comfort:

"Alright, stop lying there. Compared to what I went through before, this is nothing."

Ier's body trembled, but he didn't make a sound.

Qu Nimade continued to comfort him: "Look on the bright side. As an Elf, you are naturally close to nature, so it's not shameful for an Elf to grass. Look at that guy over there; he's a Divine Lord, yet he grasses chickens. You're much better than him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ier and Tang Wuying both sprang up from the ground simultaneously.

"Shut up!" the two roared in unison.

Qu Nimade sat down, leaning on his greatsword, and pushed his hands forward in a calming gesture: "Don't get excited! I warned you both earlier. Behave yourselves now and wait for the Divine Lord to deal with you."

Ier froze in place, turning to look at Gu Han, who was standing in the distance with his arms crossed.

Recalling the fear of being completely unable to resist and being directly forcibly controlled, Ier felt a chill run down his spine.

Just as this Sapiens said, with this person's methods and abilities, he is the only one worthy of being called a true god; those so-called Divine Lords are just muggles in front of him.

Ier glanced again at Tang Wuying, who was sitting nearby hugging his legs and shooing chickens.

Compared to this trash Divine Lord, the fact that he was forced to communicate with the grass earlier was actually barely acceptable.

That's how this world works; as long as there's someone more miserable to hit rock bottom, you can always regain some balance in your mentality.

Gu Han had no interest in what they were thinking; he directly used that card and tossed the Advanced contract over.

The contract hit Tang Wuying right on the forehead and fell onto the grass.

"Stop crying, hurry up and sign this. Make it quick, I'm busy."

Tang Wuying looked up with eyes full of resentment, staring fixedly at Gu Han.

He reached out and picked up the scroll of the contract, his fingers trembling. His father had spent a huge sum of money to get this from someone else, originally intending to use it to trap Gu Han, but now, it was actually going to be used on himself.

"If I sign this, will you really let me go?" Tang Wuying gritted his teeth, his voice raspy.

"Do you have the qualification to bargain right now?" Gu Han walked two steps closer, looking down at him, "Sign it, and you only lose your freedom. Don't sign it, and you will immediately lose your dignity, forever struggling here. Forgot to mention, my skill isn't limited to the opposite sex."

Tang Wuying shuddered, glanced at the listless Ier nearby, and then at Qu Nimade in the distance, who was wiping his greatsword.

His mind was extremely, extremely clear now, and in the end, he didn't have the courage to tear up the contract. Compared to communicating with green-skinned mushroom people and Goblins, signing a contract seemed not entirely unacceptable.

Tang Wuying honestly pressed his forehead against the contract. A flash of red light passed, and a one-way coordinate appeared in the contract.

This one-way coordinate allowed Gu Han to summon Tang Wuying's consciousness at any time; Tang Wuying could not approach his Divine Kingdom Core area and could not attack him.

And if Gu Han opened this coordinate, he could appear directly in front of Tang Wuying's Divine Kingdom Core, which meant his life was completely in Gu Han's hands.

Brothers, Auntie Ka is late. Writing normally, please spare me, censors...