Leopard of another world

everything is over.

Lance closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.

The liquid in the magic pool swallowed Evan, boiling, and the huge bubbles that kept rising burst from time to time, splashing water all over the floor.

Gently breaking away from Samuel's hand on his shoulder, Lance took another step forward, lowered his head slightly and quietly looked at a pool of boiling magic water, the lavender liquid gradually transformed into a strange Deep purple, the falling meteorites that have been raging in the Deknis continent for nearly a year have gradually stopped, and the magic pool has begun to melt the soul power of the holy knight of light and transform it into the energy that supports the demon world.

mission completed.

Crouching down, Lance reached out to hold the edge of the magic pool, feeling a faint sense of relief.

"Oh, Your Majesty, the mission has finally ended perfectly, how about a grand celebration banquet?"

Derek was elated, as if he had done the job.

Alice shook her feather fan and laughed coquettishly, it was rare that she didn't refute Derek's suggestion.

Everyone was smiling, and Lance twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly met Samuel's eyes.

The little leopard in human form smiled wickedly and gave him a thumbs up.

The airflow rolled up by the boiling of the magic pool suddenly stagnated.

Lance was slightly taken aback, and the next moment, a huge roar resounded through the Temple of Demons, a white light streaked across the edge of the sky, rushed in, plunged into the magic pool, the liquid in the pool splashed more than ten meters and hit the dome, deep The purple liquid rolled like crazy, the powerful force hit the whole room trembling slightly, there was a soft sound, Langston felt his feet slipped, and in an instant, the brick surface he was stepping on collapsed, and even the bricks brought people down. Into the magic pool!

Samuel strode forward, but only had time to grab a ripped hem of Lance's clothes.

Momei's liquid engulfed the seventh-generation Demon King, and the boiling became more intense.

The magic pool has a powerful digestion and transformation effect on energy. If it is not for the creation of subordinates, then people who are thrown into the magic pool without any magic protection will become the nourishment of the magic pool in just a few minutes, not even a single hair is left .

Samuel gasped heavily, his chest rose and fell violently, and he jumped into the magic pool.

"Are you all crazy?!" Alice screamed after finally reacting, the veins on the back of her hand clutching the feather fan burst out.

Several subordinates looked at the magic pool, helpless for a while, almost going crazy.

"Wait! What's that?" Suddenly, Derek screamed, Alice looked in the direction he pointed, and a human arm was looming in the tumbling liquid.

The next moment, Lance floated to the surface of the water. Samuel held his waist and dragged Lance, who had almost completely lost his mind, to the edge of the magic pool, pushing him to the ground with all his strength.

After taking a breath, Samuel grabbed the edge of the magic pool and stabilized his body with difficulty.

When he was about to climb out, another round of manic tumbling was set off in the magic pool without warning. The waves hit, and Samuel groaned and was completely swept in.

Derek and Alice helped Lance up in a hurry, and after some inspections, they used countless spells to bring him back to his sanity.

Lance felt the unbearable pain as if his soul was about to be torn apart. He opened his eyes in a daze, stared blankly at the two subordinates who kept patting his cheeks for a while, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty! You almost died! Fortunately, the black panther pushed you out of the magic pool."

"Oh..." With a low snort, Lance shook his head and finally regained consciousness: "Where's Samuel?"

The two subordinates were silent for a while, and they all looked at the boiling magic pool.

Lance shuddered, like pouring ice water on him, he woke up completely, and said sharply, "Where's Samuel!"

"In the magic pool..."

"Really...really..." Lance's face turned pale, his lips turned blue, he didn't know whether he was angry or frightened, his body couldn't help shaking, he turned around and was about to rush towards the pool.

Alice and Derek hugged Lance's thigh from left to right in fright, screaming: "Your Majesty, you can't go! This is death!"

"Go away!" Lance kicked Derek in the chest unceremoniously, and just ran a few steps away from the two of them, his face changed, and he fell to the ground in pain, pressing his chest.

The one black and one white wing pattern on the back of the hand, representing the soul contract with the black panther, suddenly appeared, as if someone took a wet rag and wiped it away bit by bit.

It was Samuel who was using his last strength to sever the connection between the souls of the two of them.

Once the contract is broken, the lives of the two are no longer connected.

Lance's face was pale, and he stared blankly at the boiling magic pool, his eyes showing a sad look.

The little leopard knew he was going to die.

This fact was hard for him to accept.

Since he first came to this world, he has been by his side all the time, the little leopard who will never leave him; the little leopard who likes to make him look ugly, and then flicks his tail leisurely to watch; when he implements the plan, he can always The little leopard who gave the greatest help was about to die because of saving him.

He has never realized more deeply than this moment that the Black Panther is important to him.

Even with an unacceptable face, there is only one black panther in this world.

The liquid from the magic pool splashed onto his face, which was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was water or tears.

Derek rubbed his chest in pain and walked to Lance, showing a regretful look: "Your Majesty, the Black Panther..."

Before the words were finished, the magic pool boiled violently again, and the white light that had been injected rushed out of the liquid again. It seemed to become a little bigger, and instantly flew out of the window of the Temple of Demons and disappeared into the sky.

Amidst the loud rumbling noise, a thick water column emerged from the magic pool, hitting the dome directly, and a human figure appeared at the top of the water column, and fell hard to the ground.

Lance turned his head to look, the shock on his face gradually turned into ecstasy, he stood up and hit Derek's chest with an elbow: "Look, Derek! That's Samuel!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Derek suddenly lost his breath, with a painful expression on his face, and rubbed his chest again.

Lance ran to the unconscious Samuel and squatted down, stretched out his trembling hands to caress his face, his chest was corroded by the liquid of the magic pool, resulting in a large festering area, exposing bright red flesh and bones, which was extremely terrifying, But in Lance's eyes, all of this is so thankful.

"It's a good thing you're alive." Lance hugged Samuel's head, kissing his cold lips tremblingly: "It's a good thing you're alive..."

Under the arrangement of the housekeeper Kevin, the black panther was quickly put into the bedroom, and a specialized therapist went to treat it. The magic pool was still boiling, but it was no longer as intense as before. It seemed that before Evan's soul was completely digested, it Is not going to calm down.

Lance looked around and saw Arnold supporting Claude, and then he remembered a little thing before.

Facing Claude's eyes full of awe and humility, Lance sneered, turning all the tension and depression in his heart into anger and vented on him.

"Claude." Lance smiled softly: "Hinder my actions, betray my will, I need a satisfactory explanation."

"Your Majesty, I..." Claude's voice trembled nervously, his lips twitched, but he still couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Ah, let me guess." Lance didn't mind, he even had a gentle smile on his face, and raised his chin: "Your memory as the deputy head of the paladin, I'm talking about your memory when you were alive , didn’t completely eliminate it, right? That’s why you had ridiculous compassion at the last moment?”

Claude: "..."

Lance's voice became colder and colder, and finally it was as cold as iron: "You are hiding it well! If it weren't for the last one, I really wouldn't have seen it! Next, if you are not found out, would you want to Became a double agent of the Church of Light?! Isn't it!"

Lance tightened the hand clasping his chin, looked at the other party's pain and cold sweat, and smiled cruelly: "Since you betrayed, what's the use of staying!"

Using his wrist, Lance squeezed his head and turned it in one direction——

In an instant, Claude was suddenly sent flying by another force, hit the wall, and broke three ribs at the same time!

Lance stared coldly at Arnold who had been standing silently.

"Arnold, do you have any opinion on my handling method? Or do you want to kill him for me?"

"Don't dare, Your Majesty." Arnold retracted the hand that knocked Claude away, and replied calmly, kneeling on one knee: "I didn't notice Claude's abnormal behavior, I bear the same responsibility, please punish Claude Give me the task of Germany, and I will give His Majesty a satisfactory answer."

"Heh..." Lance chuckled, and carefully looked at the dark elf's calm face: "Are you... protecting? Claude is just one of your puppets. With your ability, you can have as many as you want. It's not because you also have the memory of the half-elf before, huh?"

Arnold's voice was still indifferent: "Your Majesty was joking."

Lance looked at Arnold, and Claude's painful coughing came intermittently. After a long time, he nodded thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "Well, it depends on whether you, the master and the servant, can handle it. For the sake of minor matters, Claude will leave it to you, I don't want to see similar things happen again, please step back."

Arnold bowed deeply: "Thank you very much, Your Majesty."

Afterwards, the butler Kevin appeared in front of Lance, reported on the placement of Samuel, and then led him into the previous scroll that stored the portraits of the previous demon kings.

"Please press your hand on your portrait to inject strength, Your Majesty." Kevin said still gracefully and calmly, "In this way, you will officially become the ruler of the seventh generation of Deknis without any constraints."

Lance did as he said, a dazzling light erupted inside the bright white outline, and when the light faded, Lance's head appeared in the frame, lifelike, and under the frame, his full name also appeared out.

So far, the task is completely declared over.

But Lance was still a little apprehensive.

"Kevin, is the white light thrown into the magic pool before normal?"

"No, it hasn't appeared before." Kevin bowed, respectfully: "I have sent personnel to investigate, and I will get a reply as soon as possible, but please rest assured, Your Majesty, the task of the Holy Knight of Light has been successfully completed, otherwise the picture frame Your full portrait will not appear."

Lance nodded: "Very well, the remaining investigations will be left to you. Deknis will recuperate for a while, withdraw from Eden, and return here to develop our own forces."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lance finally breathed a sigh of relief. So far, there is no one who can "kill" his mission inexplicably. He can indeed rest for a while with peace of mind.

Abandoning all the heavy official documents and chores, Lance settled down in the bedroom where Samuel was being treated. The therapist said that the panther's soul was still eroded by the liquid of the magic pool, and it was quite fragile. It was repairing itself, and it might take a while to wake up.

Lance didn't care, as long as the Panther could open his eyes again and talk to him, that would be fine.

He had many things he wanted to say to Samuel, and the desire grew more urgent.

He wanted to tell him all the things he had kept silent because of his disgust when he was with Samuel.

Gazing at Samuel's face, Lance put his hands on his chest, feeling the rising and falling vitality.

Some words, once missed, never have a chance to speak again.

Fortunately, everything is still in time.