Few seconds later.
Mark defeated her and became the master through soul pact.
If Wendy were to be present on the outside, not being locked in the holy containment of holy metal, the final winner would undoubtedly be her.
The holy containment was special, as it seals off all unholy things, including the undead skills that wendy had in her arsenal.
Without the help from her underlying undead abilities, wendy gave up quickly unable to withstand the shearing strain that rumbled her unsupported brain.
Though it was painful, mark bared with the pain as it was not a thing new to his life.
Despite the struggle he had gone through, the psychic attack had imposed a toll on him, which made him spat few mouth full of blood, before his mana came out in unison to stabilize his weakened self.
Despite the art backs the result was fruitful, as mark had now conquered an king class undead, which might come in handy to his unknown mission in this unknown world.
Through soul pact mark could govern every right over wendy! He could order her to commit suicide much less ask her to fight for him.
Cela who was looking at the scene since the beginning had agaped back in surprise.
She knew that the little Mark was strong, but decisive enough to choose the correct way of defeating wendy at critical juncture!
She became startled with eyes that showed heavy reverence towards him.
" He was holding back... he really was holding back his strength when we were fighting wendy in her blooded mansion! "
Click! Click! Click! Click!
Mark immediately made his was to the holy container, unlocking the locks before putting the unconscious head of wendy on the floor, waiting for her body to recreate.
Whoosh!
At a rate visible to the naked eyes, Wendy's body started to regrow.
In a dozen seconds, her body regenerated it's lost links, with her naked self which was lying on the floor unconscious without a hint that she became enslaved to Mark's command.
Slap! Slap!
Sitting on top her body, Mark made a couple slaps before bellowing
" Wake up! "
Slap! Slap!
" Stop pretending like a dead, listen to the first command of your little master! "
He was quite domenering this moment and was slapping her hard, as if he were to vent his hidden frustration over her.
" Umm... "
Wendy opened her pretty eyes before spotting mark seated over her body as if she was his ride to begin with.
" The hell! "
" How dare he disrespect me with... wait, what am I doing on the outside?
Wasn't i sealed into the holy container by this crazy bastard? "
The more she pondered on it the more frustrated she began to get.
" **** ? It's unfair! "
" *******, what happened to my voice? "
" Human ****? Are you responsible for this ****? "
Tough she wanted to curse him openly, the body of her had censored the words, before comming out her mouth.
" **** my freedom of speech!
He had censored me! "
An interesting thing about the soul pact is in its ability to impart the servant about the inner desires of its master.
Since the concept of servant in Mark's mind is a humble existence, that listens to masters command.
Wendy had lost her freedom of speech causing her body to censor her words which appeared rude to mark's reasoning.
" No! I don't buy this? How could I Wendy be reduced to a slave?
A mighty existence of spirit saint existence were to become a slave!
Wouldn't the world laugh at me if they were to hear about this incident? "
Wendy exclaimed internally, before devising an unfeasible escape plan, which was bound to be failed.
Push!
Kyaa!
" Shameless ****! Attacking my pure body, **** don't you know that karma will eat ****** you up from the inside out? "
Covering her loose hanging melons with frail slender arms, Wendy acted weakly, casting a pitiful self before him, which almost made Mark to fell for the trap she devised.
Whoosh!
Within a snap she springed her legs and dived straight for the exit.
" Fuck! In anger I had almost forgotten that she was butt naked... but still, does this Wendy think that I mark would fall for the same trick twice?
She must be underestimating my righteous self? "
Whoosh!
Catch!
Put!
Opening his warp from the side of his hand, mark caught her head easily, before uprooting it from straight her body only to be smashed to the floor, then being stomped by his feet following it.
Regenerate!
Within seconds she stared regenerating before trying to crawl away from him.
But still, the pressure mark exerted over her spine had locked Wendy to the ground, making her unable to escape out his little control.
" Servant? "
All of a sudden, Wendy stopped moving.
This single word out his mouth had halted her movements, as her body gave up it's resistance following it.
" Stand still? "
As if his words were the golden imprint of an emperor edict, she stood upright just like a rookie soldier undergoing his morning attendance.
" What's are you? "
Mark questioned angrily, glaring at her eyes.
" Wen... I am your servant! "
" Who am I to you? " He continued
" Bast... master! "
Wendy seriously wanted to cry at this moment, never had she thought that her strong self would be reduced to a freedom less slave, that couldn't even control her own words!
" Good! "
" Well my servant named Wendy, could you tell this master the way to defeat that thing over there? "
Pointing his finger to the tentacled monster mark exclaimed out.
" Huma... Master, it's an innate ability of this servant which might counter it! "
Wendy exclaimed straight forwardly with timid eyes that might cry the next second.
" Innate ability! "
Mark muttered this word lightly before ordering his first command stating.
" Since time is not in our favor, use whatever means possible and kill that moster?
But... should I find a scratch over the ladies, your head will be spending the rest of its days in the holy containment... deep into the ground. "
Mark threatened her with a simple smile over his face, which appeared too devilish to our undead Wendy.
" Like hell I would! "
Wendy exclaimed internally, but the body of her tells a different story which started making its way to the monster.
Catch!
Without any discrimination against Wendy, the tentacled monster, clawed it's jelly like extensions and thoroughly engulfed the naked self of her.
" Gross! And so ugly, go to hell damn it? Even that metal box is better than you! "
When the clothless self of her were to be rubbed by sticky jelly like tentacles of a monster, would she like being teased by it.
" Death domain – Darkness devour! "
The hands of Wendy extends forwards, before releasing a dense black matter from her palms, that slowly got dissolved into monster's body.
" Poison! "
Mark rubbed his eyes before glaring deeply into the monsters body.
" That fluid it seems to be alive!
Wait, are those some sort of insects... flowing into the monster's body?
No they might be a swarm of devouring insects! "
Mark was startled looking at the size of the monster, which was decreasing at a rate visible to naked eyes.
Roar!
With an ear piercing roar, the initial form of wooden board became wavy, fluttering like a piece of paper in thin air.
The insects were releasing an aura equivalent to that of an initial stage grand master, that were no way an easy opponent in this weak cultivation based world.
Just by their sheer strength in numbers, mark could determine that an aura lord or a weak king realm cultivators may fall prey to it, if present unguarded.
Slowly an ugly form of octopus was shaping out, which was sending his tentacles uncontrolled, ramming the walls surrounding it, in an attempt to get rid of insects devouring it from the inside.
Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!
One after the other, the octopus shaped monster roared out with weakening cycles, deepening a pigment of black from the inside, before the black mass of insects entirely replaced the monster, leaving bodies of the five within which were slowly put down to ground.
Just as how they appeared mysteriously, these swarm of insects entered back her body, disappearing out as of they weren't present before to begin with.
" Bast... Master this servant had finished her task! "
Author notes.
Death domain – Darkness devour : An ability of undead Wendy, which release a swarm of insects that devour every thing in its way, which is weaker than their host.