I take the witch with me to conquer the world

The corners of Ulysses' lips raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile. His eyes slowly turned to the deep shadow behind him, as if there was something hidden in the shadow.

His voice was low and magnetic, as if he was talking to himself, but also seemed to be conveying it to a specific person: "The devil has successfully driven a nobleman into madness again... It's really heart-breaking." Feelings!”

Immediately afterwards, he slowly turned around and faced the calm Clarklan outside the palace, with his back to the eerie shadow. Then, he spread his hands flatly, and the smile hanging on the corner of his mouth gradually became softer, but for some reason, this soft smile made people feel an indescribable fear.

"In the past, those nobles who were ignorant of etiquette had already died under the fangs and claws of bloodthirsty wolves. However, now, there is another noble like them, possessed and corrupted by evil devils. Soldiers, don't you know this? Can this noble Lord be the target of your anger and revenge?" Ulysses' tone was full of interest.

As the words fell, the shadow in the corner behind Ulysses suddenly twisted. At the same time, the shadow continued to spread. From the small shadow that initially occupied the corner, it gradually occupied a large part of the corner of the room. It was like a dark beast awakening from a long hibernation and beginning to stretch its body, waiting for the next hunt.

The shadow seemed to have expanded to a critical point. In the next moment, a soldier in black and red armor stood up from the deep darkness with difficulty.

However, when the soldier tried to stand up straight, the shadows under his feet wrapped around him tightly like a pair of greedy tentacles.

This shadow seemed to be full of nostalgia for the soldier. They tightly wrapped around his legs, making it difficult for him to move forward. The sticky and wet shadow tentacles were creepy, as if there were countless pairs of cold hands. He was holding on to the soldier tightly and wouldn't let go.

Ulysses raised the corner of his mouth slightly and stared at the soldiers in front of him with interest, thinking in his heart: How much power can you draw from those false lies? Can you break through the shackles of the "shadow" with this false belief? And when the veil of hypocrisy and lies is torn apart, and the illusory pleasure disappears like a bubble, how should you face everything you have done?

Ulysses was full of curiosity about the soldiers' state of mind and the choices they might make.

The atmosphere in the originally silent room became increasingly oppressive and heavy at this moment, due to the heavy breathing of the soldier one after another, and the faint noises made as he struggled to escape the shadow tentacles.

However, as time passed quietly, every minute seemed so long, and the shadow tentacles seemed like a never-ending machine, and its power continued unabated. On the other hand, the soldier's physical strength was gradually exhausted in this fierce battle.

The soldier's feet wrapped in combat boots were pulled by the tentacles, and the soles of his feet had been dragged into the shadows. At this time, the soldier was as powerless as an ordinary person trapped in a quagmire.

Ulysses looked at what was happening in front of him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then said softly: "I think your life in the 'shadow' is not good. You may be hiding here and there, and you have to avoid the pursuit of those monsters." Kill. And then think about that nobleman, who lived a luxurious, leisurely and carefree life all day long.

Are you willing to do this? And think about you and your comrades. They were sent to die by these stupid nobles. In the end, in order to complete a task, you have to kill each other. Only the winner can challenge these nobles. Take credit. "

Ulysses' voice was not loud, it could even be said to be a little soft, but it carried an irresistible magic power. When he spoke, his tone was unusually calm, as if he was just stating an ordinary fact, without any element that could boost morale or inspire people.

However, it was these seemingly ordinary words that penetrated the soldier's heart like a sharp sword, making his eyes bloodshot and the expression on his face becoming ferocious.

Then, something even more shocking happened. The soldier's entire calf was already deep in shadow, making it difficult to control himself. But because of these extremely ordinary words, he burst out with unprecedented power, and he actually stood on the shadow again!

With a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before him, the soldier gritted his teeth and unleashed every ounce of strength remaining in his body. He rushed out of the dark shadows like an arrow and stood firmly in that extremely luxurious room.

"I actually gained such power." Ulysses felt the surging energy surging in the soldier's body and couldn't help but admired from the bottom of his heart. He gave the soldier a rare opportunity, but how much power he could get from it depended entirely on the soldier's own destiny.

However, the soldier was not immersed in the comfort and contentment of the moment.

The first thing he did after getting rid of his restraints was to kneel down and worship Ulysses without hesitation. With his knees, elbows and head pressed tightly to the ground, he made a prostration with the most pious attitude, and then shouted loudly with a loud and firm voice: "I sincerely thank Mr. Ulysses for giving me the gift of rebirth." Opportunity, and thank you for giving me such unparalleled power!"

Facing the soldier's passionate words, Ulysses raised the corners of his mouth slightly and showed a smile, but did not discuss the topic further. Instead, he said it bluntly.

"Those nobles who once persecuted you are still stranded in the city. At this moment, please start your revenge immediately! Turn all the suffering and torture you have experienced in the 'shadow' into blazing anger, thousands of Let’s vent it to these people ten thousand times more!”

"Yes!!!" The soldier was still kneeling, but he had raised his head and looked at Ulysses with a burning gaze, as if to express to Ulysses his determination to complete this task.

If those nobles had not been torn apart by the blood wolves, if they could see this scene, they would definitely be shocked.

The seemingly ordinary soldier in front of him was actually a private soldier of a certain noble. Now, however, he swore allegiance to Ulysses, the enemy who had persecuted him and his companions.

At this moment, he was serving Ulysses as he had served his old master. As long as Mr. Ulysses gave an order, he would not hesitate to draw his sword and stab the old master with the blade.

"Go, my soldiers," Ulysses said with a smile.