The alignment of the Dark Elves is chaotic evil, and their daily activities revolve around killing and sex. Their uninhibited nature makes them enjoy indulgence; demons, fellows, and even some half-beastmen could all potentially be her partners.
Who knows what she experienced during those years in the Abyss.
Chen Feng exhaled a turbid breath; he had no intention of catching some unknown germs. If that happened, the fun would really begin...
Chen Feng's rejection made the Dark Elf a bit angry. She frowned slightly. In the Abyss, no male had ever refused her good intentions.
Angry?
The Dark Elf was capable of thinking.
Compared to the Inferior Demon beside her, the Dark Elf clearly possessed self-awareness.
"Do you see that zombie in the distance? Shoot through its head for me." Standing by the window, Chen Feng spoke while pointing at a zombie in the distance.
The Dark Elf remained unmoved.
She stood still, her eyes showing a trace of disdain. Although they signed a master-servant contract, the Dark Elf could clearly perceive that Chen Feng's physical strength was not high.
If she wanted to, a minute would be enough for her to kill him several times over.
The Abyss.
A world where the strong are revered.
A world void of bonds and emotions, where in the face of profit, not even superiors and subordinates, or even parents, would hesitate to strike mercilessly.
"Looked down upon?" Chen Feng let out an awkward smile.
"Slap!"
The next second, he suddenly turned around, his right hand swinging hard onto the Dark Elf's face.
Everything happened too suddenly. Before the Dark Elf could react, sizzling pain radiated from her face. Instinctively, she wanted to draw an arrow and shoot him through, but her body seemed frozen in place, unable to even raise a finger.
"You filthy creature from the Abyss, you may have forgotten the power of the rules. From the moment I summoned you, your life has belonged to me."
Mental communication.
Because of their master-servant relationship, Chen Feng could communicate with the Dark Elf through spiritual power. This time, he clenched his fist, using all his strength to punch the Dark Elf's abdomen.
"Bang!"
The Dark Elf's eyes widened, blood threading across them from the pain in her abdomen. The power of the rules restrained her actions, unless she broke through to the Golden level, she couldn't escape Chen Feng's control.
The precondition being that Chen Feng remains stagnant, which of course was impossible. As Chen Feng's level progresses, their contract would only become closer, until... the day the Dark Elf died, at which point this restraint would cease.
Archers skilled at ambushes and sniping.
The Dark Elf possessed strength superior to the Inferior Demon, yet even so, she now resembled a sandbag, being struck and pummeled at will.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Chen Feng clenched his fist, each blow landing on the Dark Elf's vital spots, devoid of compassion or mercy. In just a few minutes, the Dark Elf was smashed to the ground.
Wiping off the blood on his hands.
Chen Feng picked up a nearby boning knife, pressing it against the Dark Elf's neck, asking coldly, "Submit, or... die!"
Now the Dark Elf appeared very disheveled, her hair scattered and a layer of blood lingered at the corner of her mouth, particularly a burning pain emanating from her chest. She had never experienced such despair before, without any ability to fight back; it was a feeling where, if the opponent willed, in one second he could sever her neck, a feeling of horror.
Chen Feng's image was magnified to an unlimited extent.
In his presence, the Dark Elf felt a deathly will similar to facing a bone dragon or a dark knight.
"Sub... mit."
The proud Dark Elf ultimately chose to submit.
Chen Feng wasn't a pervert, deriving strange senses of enjoyment from striking the opposite sex. He needed to tame her as quickly as possible, akin to how some circuses handle beasts, with whipping and beating.
The Dark Elf harbored hatred toward any creature from the surface world, even viewing a few evil elves as enemies. If necessary, they would betray them without hesitation.
Creatures devoid of shame and trust.
Compared to reasoning and communicating, power and fear were more suited for them.
In a way, Dark Elves were a group of M-type creatures with a penchant for abuse; they liked betrayal, yet also enjoyed being controlled, especially when confronting the strong, against whom they stood no chance of resistance.
The Dark Elf lay on the ground, her white long hair slightly curled and cascading down, giving her a fatigued and rebellious appearance. Her eyebrows were cold as frost, with brown eyes under dark eyeshadow shielded by long lashes expressing an air of unapproachability yet deeply concealed, with a trace of blood lingering at the corner of her mouth, and at this moment…
Masochism MAX.
Chen Feng's fists gave her a certain eeriness.
Through punches and threats, Chen Feng won the Dark Elf's loyalty.
From there, things became incredibly easy. The Dark Elf stood from the ground, obediently heading to the window, raising the bow behind her, and her entire aura transformed instantly.
If before the Dark Elf was filled with unruliness, now she seemed like a leopard lurking in the shadows.
Soundless, motionless.
Only waiting for the moment of the hunt to reveal her claws and fangs, to harvest the target's life.
The Dark Elf half-squinted her eyes, and the next second, she released the bowstring, a streak of light flashing, the arrow's trajectory too swift for the naked eye to catch.
"Puff!"
200 meters away, a wandering zombie was instantly headshot. Just like that, the arrow even penetrated through its brain, only stopping after embedding into the wall.
A formidable ability.
This unconsciously made Chen Feng clench his fist.
Being a professional, Chen Feng's vision was enhanced, but at this distance in the night, he could only vaguely make out a staggering zombie, whereas the Dark Elf, by virtue of her night fighting capability, could easily shoot through its head.
In a way, the Dark Elf could easily rival an excellent sniper, hiding in the dark, facing opponents like the Tentacle Monster level, leaving them without even a chance to escape, instantly killed.
A tank, a ranged attacker.
A very interesting combination.
Occupying this stronghold, and with two major aids guarding him, Chen Feng was very confident of surviving these seven days.
While other professionals, to stay alive, still needed to risk their lives fighting with monsters, all Chen Feng had to do was stay in his room, commanding the Inferior Demon and the Dark Elf to fight.
This might just be…
The unique allure of a Summoner?!