Leopard of another world

Evan hurried back to the cave and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Lance's figure.

"Why so early?"

"It's okay." The hand holding the sword hilt loosened, and Evan sat down on the ground: "There is no news in the town, so I might as well come back early."

Lance turned over and sat up on the straw: "Take me to the town anytime."

Evan fiddled with the fire with his hand: "Are you bored?"

"I've been here for more than ten days, and I haven't gone out." Lance smiled: "Of course it will be boring."

Evan was silent for a while: "Sorry."

"It's not your fault."

Evan didn't speak, looked at Lance for a while, lowered his head and wiped the rapier sullenly.

Cold field.

Lance smiled quietly, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

The next day, Evan took Lance to a nearby town, and the two disguised themselves, smeared their skin until they were gray, and set off.

"Ugly to death."

Standing in front of the wanted portrait, Lance frowned and commented.

"Yes, unlike you, you look much better than the picture."

"I'm talking about yours."

"Really?" Evan smiled: "I didn't notice."

"Then take a closer look at yourself."

"okay."

Cold again.

Lance was very depressed, and he didn't know what Samuel and Evan said. Since he came back yesterday, this state of silence without a few words has become as frequent as eating.

I wanted to say a few more words before he died.

Lance shrugged, a little regretful in his heart.

Evan was preoccupied, and when he raised his head, he found that Lance was gone.

Cold sweat dripped down his back, he looked around anxiously, and saw Samuel smiling at him at a table outside the tavern not far away.

Evan: "..."

Rushing up and grabbing his collar, Samuel raised his neck very cooperatively.

"Where did you catch him?!"

Samuel narrowed his eyes and smiled, like a predator in the dark: "With our current hostile identity where the negotiation has broken down, do you think with your toes that I will tell you?"

Evan held the rapier hidden in his outer robe and unsheathed it a little.

Samuel laughed even more happily: "Good idea! Now draw your sword and fight with me, let everyone know that the former holy knight of light is here, and the church will definitely rush over like a dog smelling meat buns."

Evan's face was blue with anger, hidden under the dark paint.

Samuel smiled dangerously and elegantly, and pointed forward slowly. Evan turned his head and saw the back of Lance in the crowd.

He let go of Samuel's hand, turned around and strode after him.

Samuel drank the ale in a slow gulp, took out two silver coins and put them on the wooden table.

"Boss, check out, don't look for it anymore."

After speaking, he followed in a cool manner.

Evan followed Lance closely and ran all the way. Lance walked steadily ahead, looking unhappy, but the distance between the two never shortened.

He yelled a few times, but the other party didn't seem to hear his call at all. He left the town, turned into the foggy forest, and walked towards the depths of the forest.

Samuel has always followed behind Evan unhurriedly, and when the other party occasionally turns his head to cast a vigilant look, he returns a slow and provocative smile.

The deeper you go into the forest, the dimmer the surrounding light becomes, and the fog gradually rises, floating in the damp and cold air like a ghost. Evan feels the dark aura in the depths of the foggy forest becoming more and more obvious, which is the legend that connects Dirk. The only passage in Ness and the world of Eden - the gap of chaos, from which the evil power leaks out.

Evan ran with all his strength under his feet, but there seemed to be a fixed distance between him and Lance planned by a ruler, and he couldn't get half a step closer anyway.

Gradually, Evan saw a ferocious and bottomless gap in front of him lying in the darkness in the distance. Black mist gushed out from the huge mouth of the beast, and all the vegetation around him died, leaving only one after another. Black trunk.

Evan's heart was beating violently in his chest, and an unprecedented sense of fear clenched his heart. He turned and walked quickly to Samuel who had been following behind him. He drew out his sword and pressed it against the opponent's throat.

"You controlled his mind, didn't you!"

"Since you have come to a conclusion, why do you need to ask me? Your Excellency the former Holy Knight of Light?"

"Remove the control, you creature crawling out of the rotten garbage." Evan's voice was unprecedentedly cold: "If you still want to see the sun tomorrow."

Samuel laughed: "Looking back, silly guy, it's not a good habit to waste time on meaningless conversations and threats."

Evan froze, turned his head, and saw the corner of Lance's clothes flashing through the gap.

Frightened, he rushed to the chaotic gap, and Evan jumped without hesitation, and smashed into the chaotic gap.

Something blocked the gap, and he stood on top of the gap at a loss, looking like he was stepping on mid-air.

Samuel walked slowly to the crevice, leaning against a dead tree trunk, full of interest.

"Oh, Your Excellency, you look very bad." With a drawn out tone, Samuel's voice was full of magnetism and aristocratic gorgeousness: "It seems that Deknis doesn't welcome you, a disgusting light creature. "

Evan raised his rapier murderously: "Let me in."

"Young people these days are really irritable." Samuel showed a regretful look: "Before I sincerely invited you, but you dismissed it, now..."

Evan's bone wings unfolded in the dark wind with a bang, ferocious and terrifying.

"Is this how you ask for help? It's so special." Samuel avoided the light blade and shrugged his shoulders: "Well, I really want to see the scene where you save the 'God's Son', but because of your attitude It's so bad, you don't even want to land comfortably..."

After the words fell, Evan suddenly felt that his feet were empty, and his whole body fell rapidly. The whistling wind and the cold and dark atmosphere rising from the gap passed by his ears, and arrogant laughter came from above, waiting in midair. After turning several somersaults, he was suddenly blocked by something, and there was a sharp pain in his chest. There were crackling crackling sounds one after another, and countless branches fell to the ground. Finally, he slammed his head on the roof, throwing A huge hole was punched through the top, and it rolled awkwardly into a room.

Coughing up a stream of blood foam, Evan felt that at least two of his ribs were broken. The thick dark atmosphere in the air suppressed his light power to the greatest extent, and he stood up staggeringly. He looked around and found himself In an empty room covered with a gorgeous red carpet, a huge sheepskin scroll is hung on the opposite wall. In the unfolded scroll, there is a tree-like map extending from the top all the way down. There are seven in total. The picture frame, the first six picture frames are all gray and dark, with different names written in cursive script below. Those names have appeared many times in the "Chronicle of the Holy War", representing the world's most evil top existence.

This is the map of the demon kings of the past dynasties.

After walking a few steps, Evan looked at the seventh picture frame. This picture frame was different from the first six. It showed the outline of a man's upper body, but there was only a blank space inside the outline, and there was only a cursive letter L underneath.

This outline is inexplicably familiar.

After a while, Evan gave up his memories, and the most urgent task is to find Lance who fell into Deknis. According to human beings, the Demon World is a terrifying area full of man-eating monsters. Lance's power is not strong. Unbelievable.

With a bang, something fell down again, and Evan dodged behind the heavy curtains, hearing a series of painful coughs.

The sound of footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer, and Evan tensed up all over. When the sound of footsteps stopped in front of him, he swung his long sword fiercely, tore the curtain, and attacked in the direction of the man's breath!

"Wait! It's me!" A man's voice sounded, and Evan gave a sharp meal.

"Claude, why are you here?!"

"The church has already learned where you are hiding. I wanted to see what was going on with you first, but as soon as I arrived, I met a guy from the dark forces who said that you came to the Demon Realm alone, so I followed."

"How confused!" Evan almost vomited blood angrily: "You don't need to get involved! Go back quickly."

"It's late, that guy just sent me in, I don't know how to get out."

"..."

"Evan, what are you doing here? Sightseeing? This is really not a good place."

"Lance was lured into the Demon Realm by those garbage control, I want to save him."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Claude, good brother." Evan looked straight into his eyes: "You are the most sensitive to the breath of various elements, can you feel the light element of Lance?"

"No problem, I'll give it a try."

"Claude, you are indeed my best friend." Evan gave him a big hug.

Claude froze for a moment, avoiding his sight.

Pushing open the only door in the room, a long and endless corridor appeared in front of him. There was no one in the corridor. Claude led Evan forward with light steps and vigilance, expanding his perception to the maximum. Expect to feel the breath of the Light Force.

They had indeed gained something. In a room at the end of the corridor, there was a faint vibrancy of bright elements.

With a glimmer of hope, Claude and Evan pushed the door open.

Lance's back appeared in their line of sight, and ahead, there was no ripple in the pool filled with lavender liquid, revealing a strange breath.

Lance is walking towards the pool step by step, and will step into it in a few steps.

"Yo, it's not bad to find here so quickly."

Four figures appeared at the door at some unknown time, three men and one woman, and Samuel was also among them, each of them exuded a strong dark aura.

"Evan, you go save people, I'll stop them!"

Claude drew his sword and rushed forward, Evan gave him a grateful glance, gritted his teeth and strode towards Lance.

Lance was only one step away from the pool.

Evan stretched out his hand, and Lance's side, he reached into the air.

Leaning sideways, Lance's face met Evan's. Those dark eyes lost their former expression, dazed and out of focus, a typical state of being controlled by magic.

"Lance!"

Evan looked tense, and stepped forward again, but Lance took a step back, dodging his outstretched hand again, this time, the positions of the two people changed wonderfully.

Evan stood by the magic pool, with his back facing the calm and weird pool water, and facing the stunned Lance, standing just in front of Lance.

At the door, Claude was fighting fiercely with several people. There was the sound of sharp friction of swords. Claude didn't check for a while, but was thrown high by the magic impact force, and hit Lance's back by coincidence. Lance stiffened. Leaning forward, he pressed Evan's shoulders, almost pushing Evan into the magic pool.

Evan shook his body to stabilize his figure, reached out to cover Lance's hand on his shoulder, and his tone was as gentle as ever.

"Lance, let's go home."

Before the words fell, Lance's eyes suddenly showed a strange look, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Evan suddenly felt a huge force coming from his shoulders, and his whole body fell back uncontrollably. He looked at Lance in astonishment, and before he had time to react, he felt a tightening of his wrist, and a force came from the front, making him barely stabilize his body.

Turning his head, Claude, who got up from the ground, stretched out his hand at some point and pulled him.

Claude's eyes were mixed with confusion and bewilderment, and turned into fear in an instant. Half a second later, his body suddenly seemed to be hit hard by something, and the whole person flew out, hit the wall, and slid down. Coughed up blood all over the place.

Lance withdrew his waved hand indifferently, and turned his head to meet Evan's surprised and extremely complicated eyes.

"Lance, you..."

Evan stared at Lance in a daze, his mind was in chaos, he didn't understand why things suddenly became like this, at the same time, he felt strength in his shoulders again, and Lance pushed him into the magic pool again.

Evan clenched his hand on the hilt of the sword suddenly, with blue blood vessels bulging, slowly lifted it up, but then slowly put it down after a while.

He looked at Lance's eyes with inexplicable emotions, moved the corners of his mouth, and pulled out a wry smile.

"So even you are fake."

Lance's breath was stagnant, and his hands stopped in mid-air.

The rapier in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Although Lance withdrew his strength, Evan still leaned back. Without any resistance, he obediently fell into the magic pool and was covered by a piece of lavender. Liquid submerged.

The moment the liquid swallowed Evan, it began to boil violently. Lance stared blankly at his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

Samuel walked up to Lance, put his arm around his shoulders, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Mission accomplished, Lance, you did it perfectly."