Hearing this voice, Sabrinna, who had been furious, actually showed a hint of fear. She shrieked, full of resentment, towards the direction of the voice:
"Francesca, it's you!"
"Why are you against me?"
"Did the Lodge of Sorceresses betray me? I was the one sacrificed!"
Indeed, as a member of the Lodge of Sorceresses, the Fourth-level spell that destroyed tens of thousands of soldiers was not Sabrinna's sole creation.
Without the assistance of Philippa, Sheala, and Assire var Anahid of Nilfgaard, even if Sabrinna was exceptional, she couldn't have cast a Fourth-level spell in such a short time.
Unfortunately, after this incident, only Sabrinna was left to take the blame here, no wonder she harbored such resentment and transformed into a powerful wraith.
However, Francesca had no intention of explaining to her.
Like the elven sage Ida, she joined the Lodge of Sorceresses only to gain more intelligence about the North through the organization, not truly for the sorceress community, and rarely participated in so-called political actions.
It was merely because of her and Ida's formidable strength that Philippa invited them to join, simply to showcase the prestige of the Lodge of Sorceresses.
No matter what Sabrinna thought.
As Francesca's voice came, around the female wraith's body, many small crackling explosions immediately sounded.
Then, a dozen black chain-like objects suddenly appeared out of thin air, piercing into Sabrinna's wraith's body.
As if pulling something, amidst the sorceress's wraith's painful wails, a dozen fragments resembling black blood crystals were pulled out of Sabrinna's body by the black chains.
And after that, the dozens of spectral monsters that the sorceress had just summoned, as if receiving some command, did not choose to attack Guilliman, but silently retreated into the bloody mist.
The entire area was left with only the isolated and helpless sorceress wraith, pinned beneath him.
Guilliman chuckled, like a rogue teasing a little loli.
He pressed Sabrinna's body with the dimeritium shield, then placed his palm on her forehead, almost face-to-face, and cast Aard Sign.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Perhaps sensing the threat from the depths of her soul brought by the Aard Sign, even as a wraith, Sabrinna showed a terrified expression and let out an even more terrifying Banshee's Wail.
That sound was so awful, and they were so close.
Guilliman only felt as if countless pieces of glass were rubbing against his ears; not only did his head ache intensely, but even his internal organs felt a sharp pain as if struck by a sound wave.
He maintained the Aard Sign posture with his right hand, while his left hand punched Sabrinna's wraith's face repeatedly, roaring:
"Shut the hell up!"
"If you scream like that again, I'll kill you!"
Unfortunately, wraiths had little sanity.
Sabrinna's Banshee's Wail lasted for over two minutes, until she could no longer resist the powerful suction of the Aard Sign, and her soul was entirely absorbed into the soul space.
Only then was Guilliman freed from this painful torment.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling that both his brain and internal organs were damaged, and his body was numb, sore, and weak as if electrocuted.
There was no help for it; enduring such a soul attack for two minutes, even his body couldn't take it.
He spent fifty points of soul power to fully repair his body.
Afterward, Guilliman's consciousness entered the soul space, ready to thoroughly deal with Sabrinna's sorceress wraith.
In his soul space, Sabrinna's soul had returned to its original form.
A naked beauty with long chestnut hair, a good figure, long legs, and full breasts, but with a face full of anger and terror.
At this moment, the sorceress's wraith was enveloped in black negative energy, but trapped in the soul space, she had nowhere to go.
Instead, countless golden chains bound her limbs, leaving her in a rather shameful posture.
When Guilliman's soul clone appeared before her, Sabrinna angrily shouted:
"Where is this? You bastard."
"Let me go, I curse you!"
...The sorceress cursed the witcher with foul language and an angry expression, but unfortunately, in his domain, Sabrinna had become a lamb to the slaughter, completely powerless to resist.
Guilliman waved his hand, and a ruthless soul storm began to dissolve the negative energy on the sorceress's wraith. He himself then conjured a golden long whip, and with a crack, lashed it across Sabrinna's chest, making the sorceress cry out in pain, her two large breasts jiggling up and down.
"You should be grateful, Sabrinna."
"As a wraith, you should have been mercilessly killed by me."
"But I am willing to give you a chance, a win-win opportunity."
"As long as you obey all my commands from now on, help me fight, and deal with my enemies."
"Not only will I let you live, but I will also fulfill your wish, allowing you to personally take revenge and torment those who caused your death."
"Remember, this is not a negotiation."
"If you don't agree, I will torment your soul forever, until you do."
...Half an hour later.
Guilliman slowly opened his eyes, a smile involuntarily appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He reached out a hand, and the naked sorceress Sabrinna, covered in whip marks, appeared prostrate on the ground, looking at the witcher with an expression of terror and some fear.
Although only a short half an hour had passed in the outside world, in the soul space, the tormented soul clearly felt the time was much longer.
Sabrinna was never a strong-willed sorceress, nor had she ever experienced painful torment.
Facing the trial that struck directly at her soul, she held out for an even shorter time than Guilliman had imagined; she was merely a woman who was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
In short, faced with the two conditions—either being tormented to the point of soul dispersion or assisting Guilliman in battle and having him help her seek revenge in the future—Sabrinna did not hold out for long before signing a soul contract that was almost like a slave's, unable to disobey her master's commands.
And once a soul contract was signed, even if this sorceress wanted to resist by dying, she could no longer betray him.
At most, she would disobey an order and have her soul scattered.
Having subdued this combat pet, Guilliman was in a great mood.
However, he was not a harsh person; as long as Sabrinna seriously helped him in battle and became his loyal subordinate in the future, her life would surely be better than living as a wraith here, distorted by negative energy, a fate worse than death.
As for Sabrinna's enemy, Henselt, this fellow was considered one of the most greedy and belligerent among the kings of the North.
When the opportunity arose, eliminating him would also be seen as clearing a 'pig teammate' from the North, effectively doing a good deed.
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