Leopard of another world

Leaning his head against the wall, Lance moistened his chapped lips with saliva, staring blankly at the broken spider web in the corner of the ceiling.

The footsteps came from far to near, and the pottery bowl made a muffled sound when it was placed on the ground. He turned his head and met the calm eyes of Evan, the paladin who was in charge of delivering the food.

A broken pottery bowl was pushed into the cell, which contained half a bowl of water and two pieces of bread. This was the only meal he had had every day since he was imprisoned for half a month.

Lance moved, moved his knees and crawled towards the food. The bowl was placed a little far away, the iron chain was stretched straight, and the whole body was lying on the ground, but there was still a fist distance from the edge of the bowl. He tried to move forward again. , the ankle was aching from being strangled by the iron ring, and he could only give up with a sigh.

"Could you please push the bowl a little further?" He looked at the paladin sincerely.

Paladin Evan looked at it indifferently for a while, then stretched the scabbard between the iron railings, and lifted it lightly against the bowl, the pottery bowl shook twice and fell to the ground, the water was spilled on the ground, and the two pieces of bread rolled A few laps, parked next to Lance, dusty.

"Thank you."

Thanks softly, he grabbed the bread, dipped it in a small puddle of water on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed hard, and swallowed it. The soaked bread was cold and sticky. He didn't care about the taste. He was about to eat it, and Paladin Evan saw that he had finished eating, turned around and left silently.

The dungeon returned to silence again, and Lance let out a barely audible sigh, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

He didn't know how long such days would last, but he was sure that the church would not let him leave.

Because the chaotic power at the end of the God's Ritual briefly tore through the space, Desmond was able to come to this plane and was regarded as the "Messenger of God" by the church. Thousands of years ago, although they were friends, Lance still No one naively thought that the two who came to this plane to meet again could get along without any grievances like before.

In the original world, he was already notorious. Samuel's conspiracy made him innocently bear the reputation of a spy and a "shameless betrayer". The bright side is ashamed of him, even though Desmond is his age. Friends, the sense of honor as an angel also prevents him from making decisions against his will.

The decision of the "God's Messenger" was quickly announced, and Lance would be thrown into the holy water, which would become the nourishment for making angels and melt at the bottom of the pool bit by bit.

Since the news came out, Deknis hasn't moved at all. The whole demon world has given up on him. Lance is not surprised.

Now that Samuel has re-boarded the throne of the Demon King, he is probably sitting on the gorgeous throne, watching his final ending with mocking eyes.

Lance was neither angry nor sad, he just felt stupid, ridiculously stupid, and such a stupid person deserved to die.

After living for three lifetimes, he never escaped the curse of Samuel, the man who gave him the sweetest and most painful memories, made him understand what deceit and betrayal are, and the days of being imprisoned in a cell and suffering humiliation became a success. The nightmare that he could not get rid of every night, compared to the physical torture, the spiritual injury made him the most desperate, a heart full of love, stabbing in and out with sharp knives again and again, blood Dripping, riddled with holes, cold to ashes.

That man knows how to use everything around him to achieve his own goals and ambitions.

In the original world, Samuel was with him to steal the "Sword of Judgment" guarded by him, to betray God the Father and establish himself as king. Wing, imprisoned in the cell, extremely insulting.

After that, the time when he lived alone on the earth incognito was the most relaxed and happy time.

In the current world, Samuel approached him in search of a chance to regain the Demon King's throne, and once again, he succeeded.

Desmond told him that Samuel disappeared for no reason after the battle where Lance was killed in the last battle in the original world. People thought he was dead, but they didn't expect He just came to another space, occupied the chaotic Dekness, and became the first demon king of Deknis. After the first holy battle, he fell into a deep sleep because he consumed too much power.And the so-called task of throwing the holy knight of light into the magic pool is actually accumulating energy for his new life.

Lance became the most unlucky guy. After throwing Evan into the magic pool, the accumulated power was just enough for Samuel's new life. He returned to his original appearance. Due to the constraints of the soul contract, he made up a perfect lie, Lance Foolishly believed it, and paid the price for his stupidity.

With a chuckle, he heard bitterness and self-mockery from his own voice. Presumably Kevin recognized Samuel's identity when he saw his face. Taking turns to fight, found a clever opportunity to remove the soul brand, and coaxed him to leave the position of the devil voluntarily, and then threw him, who was no longer worthless, to Deknis's mortal enemy like garbage, and used the hand of light to prevent future troubles forever. Samuel and Kevin, master and servant, successfully regained their rights and became the final victors.

From the beginning to the end, Lance was a hopeless idiot who was kept in the dark, foolishly sold himself and counted the money for others, and fell twice in the same pit and fell his head badly.

Lance opened his eyes, the pupils were heavy and cold.

There will be no next time, he can't die here, he has to escape, live, live well, and get back everything he deserves bit by bit.

He lifted the pottery bowl, loosened it, broke it into several pieces, and picked the one with the sharpest edge. He listened for a moment, and after making sure there was no one there, he retracted into the corner, quietly spread out a wing, and grabbed the edge and pulled it to him.

The tip of the wing was missing a large piece of feathers, and countless scratches were scratched on the tender red skin.

Lance pressed the tip of his wing on his leg, held the sharp pottery shard with one hand, and scratched towards the wound, once and for all, the blood quickly wet his hands, making it almost impossible to hold the pottery shard.

He wiped off the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, exhaled lightly, rubbed the blood on his hands to the ground, held the pottery piece tightly again, and dug up the flesh and blood against his wings. Compared with the severed wings, this pain is nothing.

He will continue to do this until the skin and flesh are peeled off, revealing the bones of the wing tips, the skeleton of an angel's wings, that is the hardest thing in the world. If something harder is scratched repeatedly, it will definitely break free.

When he finally removed the flesh and blood to reveal the white bone tips, his back was drenched in cold sweat, and he let out a sigh of relief. He shook off the pottery, held the hard bone with his blood-soaked hands, stuck the fetters on, and scratched hard. Going down, a shallow scratch suddenly appeared on the iron chain.

Very good, Lance raised the corners of his mouth and was refreshed. The hardness of the wing skeleton donated by the church is not bad.

In the next few days, he folded his wings when there were people, and continued to scratch and pull the shackles when there were no one. He had to escape before the Church of Light threw him into the holy water.

Repeated daily cutting took a lot of energy from him, and a meager meal of bread and water could not replenish enough energy. Lance began to lose weight, and his cheeks were severely sunken. One day, he saw himself unkempt in the reflection of the water at the bottom After his eyes looked lifeless, he was startled, and after a long pause, he put down the bowl in his hand in a daze.

"Do I look embarrassed now?" He suddenly raised his head and said to Evan who was standing in front of the prison door.

Paladin Evan didn't speak.

Lance smiled indifferently, and touched his shoulder, only to feel that the bones were very prickly.

"Don't starve to death before being poured into the holy water." Muttering, Lance finished a few mouthfuls of the hard, chewy bread, drank the water at the bottom of the bowl in one gulp, clicked twice, and returned to the corner to lie on his side Down.

Paladin Evan's footsteps sounded and gradually disappeared.

Lance closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep. The iron chain was about to be cut. He had to save enough energy to run at the critical moment.

This time he slept very restlessly, and everything in the past was constantly replaying like a revolving lantern. In the dream, he was quietly receiving teachings under the seat of the Father God one moment, and the next second, the door was suddenly kicked open, causing an angel to panic Shouting at a loss: "Father God, Samuel Stealing Dog Judgment Sword' led one hundred thousand men to attack!"

The eyes of the angels standing in the temple were all focused on him for a moment, skeptical, mocking, calm, and indifferent. Everyone knew that Angel Lance could keep the key that locked the "Sword of Judgment" warehouse. And the most perfect child of God the Father, Samuel, and the angel Lance are a pair of lovers.

At that moment, Lance felt his whole body was icy cold, and the flames of war rose from the sky, dyeing the originally peaceful sky into a turbulent dark color. The sword wielding in the opponent's hand shattered all his fantasies. He stepped forward to question him, but what he got was a cold, mocking sneer and a merciless attack from the opponent. If it weren't for the rescue of his companions, he might have He died on the spot under the sharp "sword of judgment".

Opening his eyes suddenly, Lance stood up suddenly, gasping for breath, his stomach cramped, he arched his body with a white face, desperately suppressing his trembling.

It's over, those are over, you are still alive, and you will live better.

Lance repeated silently, and finally calmed himself down. A little white came in from the corner of his vision. He turned his head and saw that three snow-white breads and a bowl of milk were quietly placed not far away. how long.

Without thinking about why he had another meal, Lance hurriedly crawled over, picked up the bowl and drank it down, and ate the bread indiscriminately, only then did he feel the pain in his body gradually disappear.

Leaning against the wall, Lance pressed his fist against the bridge of his nose, and almost exhausted all his strength to force back the moisture in his eyes.

From now on, no one can make you suffer except yourself.

He silently thought——

So, Lance, you have to be strong.