I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

Upon hearing Anno's words, Macaros instantly understood why a lifeless corpse had suddenly transformed into the lively Urma and fought him.

Anno was amazed by the ability of his [Totem] blessing to strip away the soul.

At this moment, Macaros was also shocked by Anno's abilities!

Anno's ability is like that of a ghost from the underworld, capable of transforming the creatures he kills into his own kind.

But soon, his heart was enveloped by endless fear.

If that's the case, then being enemies with Anno means that death isn't the worst thing!

Perhaps Morton and the divine messenger will be manipulated by Anno to attack the Crimson Continent.

"I don't want to kill you because I want a Blessed One with greater potential for growth."

In front of Macaros, Anno drafted a soul contract and handed it to him, saying in a commanding tone, "Sign it, or you know what will happen to you!"

"this......"

Macaros looked at the contents of the soul contract and couldn't help but sigh.

This is a slave contract.

Once Macaros signs his name on it, his life and fortune will be firmly in Anno's control.

Even if Anno sent him to his death, he would have no choice but to go!

If he disobeys, the God of Contracts will take away Macaros's soul without Anno even lifting a finger.

How can one refuse to sign such an unequal contract?

Macaros glanced at Anno, who was watching the summoned creatures hunt down the Holy War Army, and knew in his heart that he could choose not to sign.

The price is to give up one's own life, and then be summoned back by Anno, becoming a summoned creature without its original consciousness!

"It's come to this point, do I even have a choice?"

Macaros, dragging his badly injured body, struggled to crawl toward the totem pole.

Seeing this, Buck kicked the totem pole away and held it in his arms, causing the blood claw of his other hand to stop in front of Macaros.

However, at Anno's suggestion, Buck still placed the totem pole next to Macaros.

Macaros reached out and touched the totem pole, whose surface began to glow before gradually shrinking and merging into Macaros's body.

Afterwards, Macaros's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, including some damaged organs.

"It seems your body really can recover at any time!"

Anno clicked his tongue in amazement, while Buck stood protectively in front of Anno to prevent Macaros from betraying him.

However, Macaros had already resigned himself to his fate.

Since Anno dared to restore him, he wasn't afraid at all.

Macaros was almost beaten to death just now, and he still hasn't figured out Anno's bottom line. Making reckless moves is just courting death.

Having come to terms with his situation, Macaros took a deep breath, then extended his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the slave section of the slave contract.

"Greetings, Master!"

Macaros, with a six-pointed star slave mark appearing on his forehead, knelt before Anno and acknowledged him as his master.

"A smart choice!"

Anno was in high spirits after acquiring a ninth-tier Protector contract slave. "Since you've been so proactive, I won't ask you to purge your former comrades!"

Although he spared Macaros, Anno had no intention of letting the rest of the Holy War Army go.

Macaros understood Anno's decision.

Because if the Jihad Army wins this war, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Nigal in Volengol might suffer an even worse fate than the Jihad Army does now.

"Master, let me take action!"

Although Ano had given Macaros permission to wait by his side, Macaros knew his current position.

If he does nothing now, it will be unrealistic for him to protect people's safety when Anno launches his counterattack on the Crimson Continent.

Only by properly playing the role of a slave now can I have a little say in front of Anno later.

Yes, Macaros has now considered the possibility of Anno launching a counterattack against the Crimson Continent.

He believed that someone as powerful as Anno would find a way to survive even if the Kingdom of Nigar was destroyed.

Thousands of high-level summons, plus the strength of a ninth-tier being, and possibly a protector with unlimited magical power.

If Anno can survive this chaos, he will definitely cause trouble for the Crimson Continent in the future.

Not for any other reason than because of him, this slave.

Anno will definitely ask him for the coordinates of the spatial anchor point of the Crimson Continent.

"oh!"

Anno looked at Macaros with great interest and asked in return, "Those people came from the same plane as you, and were your comrades just a few hours ago. How could you bring yourself to kill them?"

Macaros's expression shifted several times in an instant, but finally his gaze hardened, and he bowed to Anno, saying, "All I know is that my current master... is you!"

"Then let's go!"

Anno waved his hand and said, "Let me see if your amplification effect on my summoned legion is as strong as I imagined!"

"Yes, sir!"