When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

Viscount Arman has almost finished the torture.

Now, the final question comes, what to do with him?

Is there any way to kill him and allow everyone to escape perfectly?

"Your time is up." Li Shanren said, counting the time, "But I have one last question. You should have set up a magic circle in the castle that can control the weather. Where is that magic circle?"

"What are you talking about?" The expression on Viscount Arman's face froze slightly.

"The mice you trained are afraid of bright light. We have verified this, and you have admitted this yourself."

Li Shanren analyzed it unhurriedly.

"You can't ignore such an obvious flaw. Don't tell me that it has been raining in the castle during this period. It is a normal natural phenomenon and there is no supernatural interference at all."

"Haha, you really asked about the key point." Viscount Arman lowered his head so that no one could see the expression on his face. "If I tell you the location of the magic circle, I'm afraid it will be the day of my death."

If the magic circle that can control the weather is lifted, the heavy rain that has been falling outside for almost half a month will slowly stop.

The dark clouds will disperse and the sunshine will return to the land.

At the same time, the rat tide that bothers everyone will be defeated by the strong light.

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe we will let you go? After all, there is not much hatred between us. What you hate most is the Kingdom and the Sloth Cult, right?"

Li Shanren advised.

"How about we each take a step back. You tell us the location of the magic circle, and we will let you go after we disarm the magic circle. At the same time, we will no longer hold you accountable for using us as sacrifices. You can also prepare for your revenge with peace of mind. Plan, we don’t owe each other anything, how about it?”

He said it in a consultative tone, making it easy for people to think that his words seemed to be somewhat credible.

But in fact, Li Shanren is not responsible for what he said. After all, it was Dillenna who really made the decision in the end.

"Can you guarantee everything you said?" Viscount Arman lowered his head and asked.

"Of course, I promise I will forgive you." Li Shanren said vowedly.

Listening to Li Shanren's words, Dillenna's eyes flickered slightly but he did not express any opinion.

"Hahaha... it's too late." Arman still lowered his head and let out a low laugh, "If I were twenty years younger, I might have believed you. But it's a pity that now I don’t believe in anyone, I only believe in myself.”

"I've been talking nonsense to you for so long, you don't really think I'm willing to tell stories here..."

After the words fell, Direnner's expression changed slightly, and then he stabbed the sword into Viscount Arman's chest without hesitation.

"puff--"

The sharp sword light penetrated the Viscount's heart as easily as piercing tofu, but this time there was still no blood flowing out.

"Hahaha...three minutes is really a bit forced!"

The Viscount smiled miserably and did not dodge. Instead, he puffed up his chest and let the sword penetrate deeper and more thoroughly.

He's crazy!

"The soles of his feet!"

Fuya saw with sharp eyes that two blood vines as thin as knuckles grew out of the cloth under Viscount Arman's feet.

The two vines penetrated along the previously opened wound of Dillenna and squirmed slightly, as if they were absorbing something.

Direnner immediately pulled the sword blade out of the viscount's chest and cut off the two vines.

Bright red blood immediately flowed out from the broken opening of the vine.

They have just been secretly sucking the blood of Viscount Arman!

"It's a sacrifice!"

Li Shanren thought of this instantly.

Viscount Arman actually chose to sacrifice himself!

This crazy guy!

As for who the beneficiary of the sacrifice was, there was no doubt that it was the child in front of him.

The straight sword of the King's Army was still placed on the child's back. With a slight movement, it could cut through the delicate skin.

But at this moment, no matter how soft-hearted Li Shanren is, he can only kill him with one sword!

Because no one knows what will happen if you sacrifice a gold-level transcendent, not even Viscount Arman himself.

After all, he was the first gold-level warrior to be sacrificed.

Looking at the sleeping child in front of him, Li Shanren's eyes flashed fiercely, and he forced himself to be cruel, and swung down with all his strength.

But Viscount Arman chose to sacrifice himself, so naturally he would not do it in vain.

The moment the King's Army's straight sword broke through the child's skin, a violent spiritual impact crashed into Li Shanren's mind like a boulder.

Lazy, powerless, decadent, wanting to die...

All kinds of negative emotions surged into Li Shanren's heart like rolling waves, causing him to lose the motivation to continue swinging the sword downward.

At this moment, Li Shanren felt for himself what it meant to have "emotions being played at will like strings."

That impact infinitely magnified the most depressing and negative side of Li Shanren.

The hand holding the sword trembled violently, but it could not be swung down no matter what, as if an invisible big hand was firmly grasping the sword body.

"Ho..."

Li Shanren panted slightly, trying his best to resist the frustration in his heart, and reluctantly turned his eyes to look farther away.

A few dozen steps away, Dillenna was kneeling on the ground with his long sword inserted into the ground. His whole body was rising and falling slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

The two elite warrior brothers were already fighting against each other, each waving their weapons and attacking each other's weak points in the most ferocious way, trying to kill each other in one fell swoop.

Farther away, the irritable Fuya kept pulling out arrows from the arrow basket on her back, pouring them on Ralph's shield like a storm.

Ralph also seemed to have lost his mind. He held up his big shield, resisted the attack, and charged towards Fuya like a ferocious beast.

"Are you all...manipulated by your emotions?" Li Shanren looked at this scene with this thought in his mind.

He moved his gaze back to his present eyes.

The child didn't know when he opened his eyes. His eyes were as dark as an abyss, staring straight at Li Shanren who was very close at hand.

The umbilical cord originally connected to Yoni on his belly fell off naturally, announcing that the newborn baby was officially separated from the mother's body.

"Can it be considered a real 'birth' at this time?" Li Shanren thought.

At the same time, he tried hard to regain control of his body and cut the blade deeply into the child's flesh.

But no matter how hard he struggled, the blade could never move downward, even by a hair's length.

When the child saw Li Shanren "working hard" like this, he felt the decadent emotions filling his heart.

There seemed to be a little sneer in those eyes as black as glass.

He calmly reached out and pushed away the King's straight sword that had scratched his back, and sat up with a faint trace of blood.

Then, he set his eyes on Yoni's face, looking at her beautiful sleeping face, with a hint of helplessness and sadness in his eyes.

"May you find peace in this eternal sleep."

The child bowed his head and saluted his biological mother solemnly, his voice childish and clear.

At this moment, he seemed to be a saint who was born with knowledge.