Leopard of another world

Rolling and rolling in the dark corridor, I don't know how long it took, the surroundings suddenly lit up, Lance's head hit the hard ground hard, dull pain spread from his forehead, his eyes went black for a while, and after a while, there was a muffled thud With a loud noise, Dark Evan fell beside him.

Lance stood up staggeringly, clutching his forehead, staring at his eyes, unable to see his surroundings at all. He endured the pain and kept calling Samuel in his mind, trying to get a response in the spiritual link, but there was always silence at the other end.

Lance took a breath and shouted again. This time, the other party finally responded.

"Go first, I'll be there later."

Samuel's answer was very hasty, and he cut off the contact unilaterally after speaking. Lance calmed down a little. Samuel never lied to him. Since he said so, he will definitely do it.

His eyes finally regained focus. Dark Evan had already stood behind him holding a sword expressionlessly. Lance found himself in a square cubicle. There was a transparent cylinder container in the center of the compartment. It was filled with an unknown light blue liquid, and a figure floated up and down in it. Lance leaned forward, and through the cold glass, he clearly saw the newborn wings on the back of the naked/naked human.

A line of words was engraved on the bottom of the container——Plan A.

Lance stroked this line of words, and the tactility of the depression under his fingertips was rough. What does this abbreviation represent? Lance thought about it. The church is really trying to transform the human body. It should be said that they are too smart or too stupid, against the law Behavior has never worked out well in history.

Although he really wanted to get the guy out of the container and take it back for research, but Lance still hadn’t forgotten that he was on the way to escape. He pushed open one of the four doors of the compartment, and what he saw in front of him was another one that was exactly the same. Compartments and "people" soaked in cylindrical jars.

After pushing open the doors of several compartments in a row, the same scene appeared. They seemed to be trapped in a maze full of mirrors. They went around and couldn't find the exit.

Lance stopped and forced himself to calm down. The terrain here is very complicated, but the church must know how to leave. Even if he was caught, he couldn't contact Samuel. Once he disturbed him and put him in danger, he would regret it.

Next, Lance chose the same door in one direction, so that if he went on like this, at least he could return to the original place after finding a dead end.

There was silence all around, only the sound of opening and closing the door kept repeating. This monotonous rhythm was enough to drive people crazy. Lance forced himself to calm down, and his steps became faster and faster. After pushing another door violently, his pupils suddenly shrank .

The same single room, the same column, but the person floating inside, he is very familiar with - Claude!

That was the long-lost Claude!

Stepping forward to stick to the container wall, Lance saw the almost grown wings on Claude's back. The wings were gray and white, drooping softly. Claude's eyes were closed and he was in a coma.

Turning around abruptly and snatching the giant sword from Dark Evan's hand, Lance raised it up and slashed at the container without hesitation.

The sound of glass shattering sounded, and Claude slid down to the ground along with the flow of liquid. Lance bent down to lift him up, checked his breath and heartbeat, everything was normal, and Claude suddenly coughed slightly, The eyelids moved and finally opened. The eyes were blank at first, and then became extremely clear.

"Your Majesty?" Claude blinked, spoke hoarsely, then shook Lance's wrist, and said eagerly, "Your Majesty! The church is creating an army of angels! They are going to attack Deknis!"

Lance frowned. He didn't have time to digest this amazing information. He held Claude up and said in a deep voice, "I'll talk about it later. We have to leave here now. Do you know the way?"

Claude was obviously shocked by the pair of wings behind him. He stared blankly for a while before he came back to his senses. After a few seconds of slow thinking, he nodded suddenly and staggered to walk: "I know , There is a teleportation array in the central hall underground, leading to the forest on the outskirts of the capital, follow me."

Lance asked Dark Evan to carry Claude, and walked through countless compartments in the direction he led, and finally came to an empty hall.

He has been to this place before, and Lance looked at the huge pool filled with blue liquid in the center of the hall, and was a little stunned for a moment. Isn't this the place where he performed the baptism of the blessing of the God of Light?

The original location of the magic circle became a pool, or in other words, the magic circle was engraved on the bottom of the pool, and the bottom of the pool was covered with densely packed light green crystals, which were exactly the same as those that Lance saw in the elves. The magic circle emits faint light one after another, which looks very strange in the darkness.

"This is the liquid that transforms human beings. The liquid is sent to each single-room container." A trace of fear flashed across Claude's eyes: "Any human being soaked in it with the talent of light magic may become angel."

"There is the teleportation array to leave, Your Majesty, let's go there."

In the corner of the hall, there are two inconspicuous teleportation arrays, one in and one out. This is something Lance has never seen before. He walked to the teleportation array and stopped.

"Your Majesty?" Claude was puzzled by Lance's sudden stop. Lance ignored him with a sullen face. He was in contact with Samuel. After so long, he had to inform him to leave as soon as possible and meet up.

After shouting a few times, the other party did not respond, which made Lance a little anxious. He looked at the teleportation array in front of him and continued to call the other party's name.

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Samuel is actually very bad now, the guards of the temple are like a steady stream of annoying bugs, if not for the limited space in the data room, he is sure that there will be more people pouring in, the mechanical and boring killing made him Unable to suppress the irritability, coupled with the paladin Evan who has grown in strength since he grew a pair of wings in front of him, Samuel's irritability is close to the limit, and he must leave quickly.

Lance's shout came again, Samuel's expression lifted, and he cut down another group of guards who rushed in front of him like chopping vegetables. Samuel gathered his magic, and prepared to make an exciting way out .

Just as he was about to complete his magic recitation, his opponents suddenly stopped attacking, and the guards in front of him leaned towards the two sides one after another, making way for a way, and a figure walked against the light, as if covered with a halo, Holy is hard to look at.

For the first time, a surprised look appeared on Samuel's face, but it quickly disappeared.

"It's you..." Samuel's voice was low and his eyes were unpredictable.

The visitor smiled slightly, and the six wings suddenly spread out, his perfect face without a trace of blemish was compassionate and holy: "Long time no see, dear...old friend."

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"Your Majesty, it's time to go." Claude urged anxiously, but the other party remained motionless and focused.

Lance didn't know how many times he called Samuel. He was very disturbed by the response he hadn't received for a long time. He took a deep breath and planned to call again.

Just before the sound came out, a heart-piercing pain suddenly came from the soul level, and a black and white wing pattern suddenly appeared on the back of his hand. Lance knelt down on his knees, hugged his body, and his face turned pale. The white one rolled on the ground, startling Claude, and no longer caring about Lance's identity, stepped forward to pick him up and dragged him to the teleportation array.

"Let go!" Lance growled in pain. The pain made it difficult for him to concentrate, but he knew one thing very well. Samuel was forcibly stripping the soul contract between them. The second time, he must have encountered An insoluble trouble, and he did it on his own initiative, how could he!

Lance struggled to stand up, but his eyes turned black because of waves of more severe pain. He roared hoarsely in the spiritual link: "Samuel! Speak! Can you hear me! Speak!"

Lance couldn't hear Samuel's voice, and the soul contract snapped like a tight rubber band. Lance's eyes went dark, and he fell into a coma completely under the impact of the contract's dissolution.

When he woke up again, what he saw was the familiar tent in the bedroom.

Suddenly turning over and sitting up, Lance rushed out of the bedroom before he even had time to put on his shoes, and was caught off guard by Miss Alice, the Necromancer who was holding the potion.

"Oh, Your Majesty, how can you run around just after waking up, you must know that your soul has suffered a lot of trauma, you should lie on the bed and have a good rest now."

"Is Samuel back?"

Alice paused slightly, showing a comforting smile: "Your Majesty, being too emotional is not good for your injury."

"I asked you if Samuel is back!" Lance's voice was almost growling.

"Aren't you very clear in your heart, Your Majesty?" A gorgeous but indifferent voice came from the side, Lance turned his head, and the butler Kevin leaned against the corridor at some point, looking at the opposite wall indifferently.

Lance's chest heaved violently, and he closed his eyes in pain. Yes, he knew very well that Samuel hadn't returned, his soul was empty, there was no shadow of a contract, and Samuel hadn't returned.

"Make a plan." Lance's lips twitched, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "Make a plan and rescue Samuel at all costs."

Kevin let out a chuckle, with an undisguised mockery: "It's really heartbreaking, Your Majesty, bringing such important news back in Claude, facing an unprecedented threat in Deknis, before I hurried back When I look forward to His Majesty leading the entire Deknis to make a proud response, you tell me that you will save one of your pets at all costs."

Turning his head, Kevin looked at Lance quietly. He showed shocking sharpness for the first time, who always had no sense of presence. His gaze was like a blade, piercing into Lance's heart mercilessly.

"Your Majesty, that's just one of your pets, or a little thing that no longer has a contract with you. Since it has been captured by the bright side, it has no value in life or death. Apart from being a The owner of the leopard, you are still the master of the entire Deknis, give him up, Your Majesty."