The Man's Decree

Unequivocally, Jared fell in love with the blood demon upon witnessing its capability first- hand. He was beyond delighted to have it as an incredible sidekick, more so than to see a gorgeous woman. Even the Warriors Alliance paled in comparison to the blood demon.

While Jared was inundated with elation, Gilbert threw quite a wet blanket on him. “Mr. Chance, I wasn’t able to fully utilize my magecraft because I don’t have a physical body. Therefore, this zombie puppet can only last for seven days. Once the time is up, it will turn back into a corpse,” said Gilbert.

Jared’s face fell immediately when he heard the bad news. “Can’t you use your magecraft and continue to cultivate it after those seven days?”

Gilbert smiled wryly and replied, “Mr. Chance, I can’t cultivate a zombie puppet with a caliber as such for the second time. However, you can keep the dead body until you’ve found a suitable spirit to control it. It works that way too.”

Hearing that, Jared felt a glimmer of hope sprouting in his discouraged heart. Anyhow, seven days are enough to wipe out the entire Warriors Alliance!

this zombie puppet to get rid of the Warriors Alliance?” asked Jared. Since Gilbert was with the Warriors Alliance for more than two

are shrewd. I don’t know them very well. However, the zombie puppet isn’t invincible. It’s nothing but a corpse, and it probably had better combat prowess when it was still alive. The capability of the person controlling the zombie puppet matters a lot too. Anyway, dealing with the Warriors Alliance now should be like a

“That’s good enough for me. I can’t depend on a dead body for protection all the time. I need to increase my power

where’s Mr. Flaxseed?” Right then, Evangeline remembered Flaxseed as she

the floor in the main hall.

felt so guilty. Things wouldn’t have gotten to this stage if Mr. Flaxseed hadn’t risked his life to

Flaxseed was still alive! Hence, he swiftly

coughed and opened his eyes gradually. “Are you all right, Mr. Flaxseed?” Jared was so

baffled. He could not understand a

and fell silent. Why is Mr. Flaxseed still dreaming of the woman’s fair