Chapter 1106 - 662: Master-Servant Contract, Three Million Blood Moon Coins! (Part 2)

Chapter 1106: Chapter 662: Master-Servant Contract, Three Million Blood Moon Coins! (Part 2)

Contrary to the situation of the Blade Demon was Draven, who laughed arrogantly and loudly cursed the Blade Demon in front of him, venting his anger.

At this moment, several Summoning Arrays appeared at the dungeon entrance.

Three Golden Level Curse Blood Warriors with scarred armor burst out of the array, shields held high, charging into the dungeon.

Feeling the approach of three dangerous sources from behind, the Blade Demon could no longer afford to vent his anger on Draven.

At that moment, a Weakness Curse descended from the sky, landing on the Blade Demon, instantly making him sluggish.

His armor was weakened, strength diminished, energy mobilization became difficult.

This was naturally the effect of Fang Zhou’s Curse Life Box Talent.

Inside the dungeon, the combat strength of both sides increased and decreased; the Blade Demon remained besieged, and the battle quickly ended.

As the Curse Blood Warrior’s Soul Fire blazed, he wielded the greatsword and severed the Blade Demon’s head.

Tied to the rack, Draven now laughed arrogantly, finally seeing his enemy die before him.

...

The battle inside the stronghold ended quickly.

The number of demons here was not many, only a dozen Golden Tier demons, and two or three thousand Middle and Low Tier demons in total.

With the battle’s end, the next phase of harvest pleased Fang Zhou.

At the main battlefield, Spiritual Remains Warriors quickly returned with a large number of corpses.

Within the city, Spiritual Remains Warriors were also moving and discarding all the demons and undead bodies outside the city, piling them into a mountain of corpses.

After being divided for materials, these bodies would be made into Undead Warriors.

Fang Zhou and all of Rekton’s flying undead were dispatched.

Their task was to collect skeletons from the Endless Blood River for labor.

Although Draven’s stronghold was captured, it had been almost completely destroyed.

The two walls were nearly demolished, with massive gaps everywhere.

The runes inside these two walls were nearly obliterated by the demons’ attacks.

Some of the auxiliary buildings within the city did not fare well either.

Fang Zhou strolled through the stronghold; its area was indeed larger than Rekton’s stronghold.

From some destroyed buildings, he discerned their original functions.

Forge, barracks, armory, soul cultivation room, and others.

Originally, there should have been many talented craftsmen, all gone now, a significant loss.

Fang Zhou now did not lack fighting troops; his Tombyard Undead Soldiers were an excellent army, stronger than the Tusk City Naraku Undead forces.

On the contrary, Fang Zhou was extremely lacking in various craftsmen.

Now he had only one goal, to make money.

Once he had sufficient Blood Moon Coin, he could purchase skills, magic, high-tier knowledge, and equipment.

Making money wasn’t simply relying on combat alone; it’s crucial to gain profits from the resources occupied after battles.

...

After inspecting the entire stronghold, Fang Zhou, along with his lackey Morgana, descended into the dungeon.

Here was the dungeon that Draven once built to imprison some captives and subordinates, now his own place of captivity.

Upon sensing someone coming down, Draven hurriedly raised his head.

Draven was a Hate Samurai.

A Hate Samurai is a powerful undead, with a fiercely menacing appearance, favored by Undead Lords as high-level fighters.

At the same time, Hate Samurai are cunning leaders and excellent tactical masters.

"Oh mighty Bone Dragon Knight, I am Lord Draven here, thankful for your rescue!!"

Tied to the rack with chains, Draven’s condition had already somewhat recovered.

If Draven were given some resources, it wouldn’t take long for him to recover from his injuries, though regaining full strength might take a little longer.

"Draven, how did you end up like this?"

Fang Zhou sat on an iron chair in the cell, scrutinizing the suspended Hate Samurai.

Though Draven was in the dungeon, he knew the strength of the Bone Dragon Knight in front of him, thus his expression was very respectful,

he said, "Master, the number of demons was too overwhelming; I was imprudently captured, leading to such a fate."

Fang Zhou smiled faintly and said, "I heard your cry for help; you said if rescued you’d offer everything you have?"

Draven’s smile froze, cursing inwardly, but dared not show it.

He said, "Yes... yes, Master, I am willing to offer all my assets, hoping you will release me first.

I am willing to present all the resources and Blood Moon Coins I’ve acquired over the years to the Master."

Fang Zhou listened and told Morgana, "Go, release him."

Banshee Morgana quickly stepped forward, unlocking all the rune chains binding Draven, granting the Hate Samurai his freedom.

Once Draven hit the ground, he moved his body, and in the twisting movement, some of his wounds tore open again, bleeding.

Draven’s strength was indeed impressive, already at the peak of the Golden Level.

As an Undead Pioneer, blessed by the Lord of Fang City, there seemed no barrier to his advancement to the Glory Champion.

After moving, Draven tore open his belly and retrieved a piece of Space Equipment from within.

After cleaning it, he reluctantly removed its bind, handing it over to Morgana.

"Master, this equipment holds my savings over the years, a token of gratitude for saving my life!"

Fang Zhou inspected the Space Equipment, its capacity only about a hundred cubic meters, incomparable to the enormous Space Equipment of the main body.

Stacks upon stacks of Blood Moon Coins filled the space; besides those were some magic materials and demon heart cores.

After inspecting, Fang Zhou nodded with satisfaction, the items’ worth at least a million and a half Blood Moon Coins.

He put down the Space Equipment, gazing at Draven not far away, and instructed lightly, "Alright, Draven.

Now you can kneel and pledge your loyalty to me."

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Draven’s expression changed instantly, he tentatively asked, "Master, did I hear you wrong?"

Fang Zhou ignored him; Morgana stepped forward.

She harshly reprimanded, "Bold! Kneel and pledge loyalty to my Lord right now! This is my Lord’s gift to you!!"

Fang Zhou’s hands rested on the armrests of the iron chair, gently stroking the Curse Blood Long Spear, silently eyeing Draven.

The indifferent gaze from the Glory Champion gave Draven ample pressure.

He laughed awkwardly and said, "Master... haven’t I already offered all my possessions?"

Please believe me, I’ve truly given all my riches to you.

I can sign a contract to prove my word is true!!"

Fang Zhou nodded slightly and said, "Draven, I believe you’ve already given all your money to me."

This certainly wasn’t unexpected.

Draven, as an Exorcist Pioneer, operating such a large stronghold, constantly enhancing his strength while still accumulating this much Blood Moon Coins, was not easy.

Fang Zhou felt assured the equipment’s riches surely had drained Draven.

Fang Zhou leaned back in the chair, shaking his head, "Us undead most value contract spirit.

Draven, when I rescued you, you said you’d offer your everything...

Everything, I believe, includes your freedom and life."

"Enough, don’t waste my time.

Now... Kneel!"

Draven’s face changed drastically, wanting to argue further, but he eyed Fang Zhou’s passage behind, wondering if he could find a chance to escape.

But Morgana and several Curse Blood Warriors beside Fang Zhou had already drawn their weapons, watching Draven like hawks.

Seeing this, Draven let out a long sigh.

At this moment, his strength was at its lowest; escaping from Fang Zhou of Glory Champion Tier was impossible, even Morgana and those undead warriors beside Fang Zhou could give him a harsh beating.

With this realization, Draven slowly knelt down, pledging loyalty to Fang Zhou.

And Fang Zhou, at this moment, took out a master-servant contract of the Blood War Furnace written on demon skin, and had Morgana deliver it to Draven.

Draven smiled bitterly, kneeling as Morgana drew closer, turning to Fang Zhou to inquire, "Master, I am willing to pledge allegiance to you, but can this master-servant contract be omitted?"

Fang Zhou leaned back in the chair and replied plainly, "No signing... means death!"