He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 311 Lang Yingxing reports on military intelligence

With advanced interstellar information technology and countless talented individuals, the conclusion that "whether a soul beast will break its contract and leave depends mainly on the strength of its desire to leave its master" was quickly confirmed and drawn out by everyone.

Since they had tricked the soul beast into forming a contract, the crowd, who had been neglecting and becoming complacent, fell silent.

The attitudes of the people who lost their soul beasts were divided into two categories: some felt regret, while others felt hatred.

Those whose spirit beasts did not leave began to reflect on their behavior towards the spirit beasts.

Family? Friends? Partners? Slaves? Playthings?

At this moment, no amount of explanation can compare to the unwavering companionship of the soul beast.

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Alina watched the soul beast leave without looking back, and in her anger, she swept everything off the table.

She believed that she treated the rabbit very well in front of others.

Although, when I'm at home, I often can't help but take my anger out on it.

However, to her surprise, the little rabbit dared to betray her and leave her.

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Marshal Colin stared at Lang Yingxing standing below him with a half-smile, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger, "Yingxing, do you know what you're saying?"

Lang Yingxing adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said in a deep voice, "Marshal, everything I have said is true."

"One-fifth of the soldiers in the army have already broken their contracts with their soul beasts and left."

"I have personally inspected it."

Upon hearing this, Colin suppressed his mocking smile and stepped on the black dragon's head.

They stared at it intently, without saying a word.

Lang Yingxing wanted to offer some advice, but faced with Colin's cold demeanor, he silently swallowed the words of persuasion that were about to come out.

Under Colin's icy gaze, the black dragon silently lowered its head.

When it sensed that it could break free from Marshal Colin's control, the thought of leaving did arise.

However, considering this man's cold-bloodedness and power...

Its desire to leave began to waver.

Escaping is not difficult; the difficulty lies in not being found by the other party.

Countless painful lessons have taught it that it should never provoke this unpredictable man without absolute certainty.

After struggling for a while, Ao Ba decided to wait and see.

Of course, in Lang Yingxing's eyes, this appeared to be a love-hate relationship between master and servant, but in reality, there were still feelings between them.

Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that this big guy, Ao Ba, has masochistic tendencies.

"I really didn't expect that when he learned that soul beasts could break free from their contracts and leave on their own, the first person he thought of was their ruthless and iron-blooded marshal."

"It was precisely because I was worried about being caught in the crossfire that I delayed coming to report the military situation for so long."

"Unexpectedly, it turned out that he was just worrying too much and it was all for nothing."

Lang Yingxing was internally complaining, but he subtly uttered flattering words, "Congratulations, Marshal, congratulations, Marshal."

Colin scoffed and said casually, "What's there to be happy about? Tell me, hmm?"

Lang Yingxing: "..."

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he blurted out, "I have received the latest intelligence that His Majesty Rhys Landor of the Crimson Flame Empire and the soul beasts of the three marshals have broken free of their contracts and left."

Upon hearing this, Colin sat up straight, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Oh? That does sound like good news."

After saying that, he leaned back lazily, his tone contemptuous, "Just a bunch of good-for-nothings. It's no big deal that they were abandoned by the soul beasts."

Lang Yingxing: "..."

"So, in their marshal's eyes, level eight and nine sentinels are just worthless good-for-nothings?!"

"Their golden retriever is only at level six, so isn't he even worse than a good-for-nothing?"

Don't think about it, don't think about it, thinking too much can easily lead to depression.

Lang Yingxing forced himself to bring his wandering thoughts back.