Agreement

Being able to stand at this time, Jibril undoubtedly had objections to the contract that Wu Ming had said.

"I heard Lord Artosh entrusted me to you. Therefore, I will definitely obey the rules. However, the contract you mentioned is no ordinary contract, right?" Jibril continued in an elegant and beautiful voice.

Jibril's meaning was very simple, contracts were not so simple.

"Allow me to ask if I will sign a contract with you, am I really yours?" Jibril asked.

Wu Ming naturally understood what Jibril meant, but just wanted to ask, was this a simple summoning contract, or a master-slave contract in the truest sense.

If it was just a summoning contract, then Flügel would only be summoned, but if it was a true master-slave contract, most likely after signing the contract, there was no ability to resist, and in serious cases, might not even be able to commit suicide.

However, the other Flügels paid no heed, as if they were truly "weapons", they were quietly listening to the conversation between Wu Ming and Jibril.

"This is not a summoning contract, but a master-slave contract. I can summon you through this contract. You can transfer your power to me, and I can give you power. I know this ability now, and Azrael is an example." Wu Ming said calmly, and then started sending his power to Azrael.

*Bang!!*

As if thrown by a crimson demon, Azrael exploded with powerful magic power, and the resulting whirlwind swept through the surroundings.

"It's very strong." Jibril said with a smile, feeling Azrael's rising power.

Jibril could feel Azrael's strength and it was faintly surpassing her.

"But you can rest assured that a contract can only have an effect on a being that really wants to cling to me. After signing a contract with me, even though I can't let you die directly, I can control you a bit..."

"Of course, if you feel that this contract is too domineering, you can choose to refuse to sign with me." Wu Ming explained to Flügel again.

"There is no need to say such words, Lord Wu Ming, sister Flügel must obey Lord Artosh's orders and treat you as a new master, so they will definitely agree to sign a contract with you." Jibril smiled, and then she continued.

"The reason why I'm asking this is because I need confirmation. After all, I have to guarantee the future of my race. Please punish me if I offend you."

Seeing Jibril's plea, Wu Ming waved his hand nonchalantly.

"There's no need for punishment. Your idea isn't wrong."

"Then can Lord Wu Ming fight me?" As if she was expecting Wu Ming's answer, Jibril opened her mouth after Wu Ming finished speaking and looked at her with a smile, but the violence in her eyes and the aura of death grew stronger and stronger.

"Wait a minute, Jibril, how can you be so rude to Lord Wu Ming, meow." Azrael frowned and said, after being blessed by Wu Ming's strength, she looks very majestic at the moment.

It would be nice if the last mouth fetish was removed...

Wu Ming laughed after hearing this.

"I was afraid that you wanted to fight me from the start, Jibril."

That's right, after saying so much, apart from confirming the future of the Flügel, Jibril actually wanted to fight Wu Ming even more.

"Although it is a bit rude Lord Wu Ming, I will not look down on someone I disapprove of, even if it is you who defeats Lord Artosh." In an instant, countless murderous auras appeared in Jibril's eyes.

"Jibril!!" Azrael shouted at Jibril, this time Azrael didn't even use and fetish "Meow", it could be said that she was already angry.

"You are quite according to my taste, then, let's fight." Wu Ming also showed a smile, looking at the rampaging Jibril as if he was aroused by interest.

"Eh?" Azrael looked at Wu Ming in astonishment, clearly dissatisfied with Wu Ming's deliberate answer to Jibril's deliberate request.

Then, Jibril came to Reality Marble.

The planet's core had been penetrated, unable to endure any more damage, so Wu Ming chose Reality Marble.

Because it was the ability of Ainz Ooal Gown's Scepter, the first eight floors that were destroyed had not been restored, and it was not like the Reality Marble would remain intact upon opening it again.

Even though the ninth and tenth floors were quite cramped, Jibril didn't say anything. It would be better to say that for Jibril, there was no difference in any battlefield.

In a kind of waiting for the Flügel, after a few minutes, Wu Ming slipped out of the Reality Marble with the little girl version of Jibril.

"Ah!? Very fast! Meow?" Azrael wore a surprised expression.

"This opportunity is really tangled. After a few simple contests, she used all his energy to release <Heavenly Smite>, which naturally lost quickly."

After Wu Ming endured Jibril's attack, Jibril who had no energy could be said to have lost.

"I'm a little excited, but I didn't expect Lord Wu Ming to be able to defend against Heavenly Smite with my full strength." Jibril, who was brought by Wu Ming, was not embarrassed, but instead smiled with satisfaction, feeling like she had won.

"Even though I can't use most of my power, magic can still be used."

Wu Ming held the "Heavenly Smite" on Jibril, entered the "Magic Master" incarnation, and used one sealing technique after another, directly sealing Jibril.

After all, in theory, in the face of a tsunami, you only need a flame countless times bigger than the tsunami to vaporize the tsunami.

Wu Ming took advantage of the principle of qualitative change caused by quantitative change, and sealed Jibril's technique by relying on the unreasonable use of magic sealing techniques.

Fortunately, Jibril's <Heavenly Smite> was just a simple energy shock. If it was a Noble Phantasm or something, Wu Ming couldn't seal it, at least it couldn't be sealed now.

"It's really annoying meow, overall, it's true that Jibril lost meow~" Azrael turned around, her face instantly turning crazy.

However, Jibril said with a smile because she was carried away by Wu Ming, without seeing Azrael's turned face

"Ahh~ That's right, Lord Wu Ming has my approval, immediately let all of us Flügel sign the contract."

"Alright, let's do this as soon as possible." Wu Ming also nodded, spending too much time with the Flügel.

"However, Lord Wu Ming, before that, can you hand Jibril over to me for a bit, meow~"

Azrael turned around and looked at Jibril like crazy.

"Hey!? Senior Azrael, you became like this again!! I don't want to be treated as a pillow by you!!"

"Meow hahaha~ Depends on Lord Wu Ming, meow~"

"You two have had enough, there are so many people watching…"