Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 62: Master and Slave

"Not before it reaches the city," he declared, his voice amplified by his sound magic to carry across the battlefield.

The high-level mages, bolstered by Logan’s rallying cry, prepared to take to the skies and assist Luke.

But before they could act, a fierce gust of wind knocked them back.

Luke’s growl reverberated across the battlefield as his massive tail whipped out, creating a gale that forced the mages to retreat to the shore.

The message was clear: stay back.

The mages exchanged stunned glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and awe.

"Did... did that wolf just tell us to retreat?" one mage asked incredulously.

"It’s like he’s saying, ’This is my fight,’" Logan murmured, his brows furrowed in thought.

The Golden Ironclad Crab, seemingly unfazed by Luke’s display of dominance, charged forward.

Its eight legs propelled it across the battlefield with surprising speed, its golden pincers gleaming as they prepared to deliver a crushing blow.

Luke, hovering above the river, waited patiently. His sharp eyes tracked every movement, his mind calculating the perfect moment to strike.

As the crab closed the distance, a dark void materialized between them.

Demon Spell—Cursed Pupil!

From the void emerged countless pale, skeletal hands, their ghostly forms reaching out to ensnare the advancing crab.

The Golden Ironclad Crab screeched in panic, its pincers snapping at the hands as it struggled to break free.

Luke descended toward the creature, his purple eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

"Go on," he said mockingly, his voice cold and menacing. "Step through the door. I’m sure they’re eager to welcome you."

With a final, desperate thrash, the crab’s massive pincers fell away under the force of Luke’s Flame Claw.

Defenseless and overwhelmed, the Golden Ironclad Crab was dragged into the dark void, its screeches fading into silence as the portal closed behind it.

"Whew!"

Luke breathed deeply to try to settle himself and his eyes scanned across the war-torn field for any sign of the girls.

He was able to see from a distance Marissa and Zoe coordinating their attacks as, in tandem, they brought down the straggling members of the grimace crab. Seeing them give him two thumbs up directed at him, Luke could not stop himself from smiling.

"Satisfaction needs only occur in the life of a man in ever-so-brief moments of time, and these subtle motions served to tease some of the dignity out of him."

An always-copied Tina looked from Marissa back over to Zoe, before directing her own thumbs up. But Marissa quickly followed that up with both her hands crossed into an exaggerated X.

The meaning was apparent—her summoning skill had yet to break through to the middle level.

For a moment, Luke’s smile faded as he tried to suppress his irritation. "Well, I suppose you can’t have everything," he muttered.

The crowd over at the Bund was abuzz with murmurs and speculations.

"That master behind the scenes is something scary. To throw that well-trained a spell from so far away and beat a Golden Ironclad Crab..."

"That dark door—it is something. It’s likely a variant of black magic. Hidden talent, abound in this city!"

"If the master prefers to remain in hiding, then at least we can express gratitude to their companion, the Winged Wolf."

"No doubt. That wolf isn’t just a beast; it’s something to be feared! I would put money that it could challenge a monarch-level demon someday!"

The folk mages, now that they no longer felt so threatened, turned toward Luke and, in a spirit of sheer reverence and relief, bowed to the enormous wolf in thanks.

Luke, still hovering over the river, revealed fangs in what could only be described as a childish grin. The thanks were sincere, and though he was never one to dwell on compliments, it felt particularly gratifying.

As the mages began to disperse, the demons made their move again.

The retreating Krakens surged out of the river, emboldened by a new leader arising among them. Luke felt a shift in their energy, which went beyond mere regrouping.

Suddenly, a water ray shot from the river, faster than he had experienced thus far in this battle. By the time he realized what was occurring, it was far too late to react. The ray struck through his right wing, lacerating the flesh and hewing out a jagged-wound.

His body staggered as the great wolf was struck, trailing blood as the beast dropped slightly in altitude.

"Damn! They have a real monarch demon here!" he growled between clenched teeth.

He flapped with all his strength towards the shore. Pain coursed through him, but stopping—to recover? Impossible.

Three other water bolts erupted from somewhere under the river, and this time, their murderous intent spoke louder. However, Luke was already up for it. He twisted his body mid-air to narrowly avoid the first two; the third, however, made contact with his hind leg, drawing yet another stream of blood.

Luke was furious. "What do you think you’re doing? You’ve got guts, all right! Well, let’s see how you fare against this!"

Black wisps began to drench off Luke and swirl around him like ominous tendrils. He could feel his body tremble as the transformation into the Lone Star Wolf began closing in.

But before the completion of the transformation, something happened that caught him off guard.

A sharp, directed mental presence penetrated Luke’s mind: a contract-sealing spell.

This was a bond that could never be broken-a Master-Servant Contract created by Marissa, in which Luke played master and Marissa acted as servant, forever chained in loyalty to her lord.

He felt a rush in the connection that threw him back from the crisis point of change.

"What a reckless girl..." Luke said, both irritated and strangely moved.

Through their spiritual link, he could feel the burning determination inside Marissa. She had gotten the leap to the intermediate level of the summoning system as a consequence of her anguish and helpless rage over his injuries.

Without thinking, Luke accepted the contract and stepped into the shared spiritual space.