Leopard of another world

All this happened in an instant, and when Jack reacted, the place where the man-eating konjac had turned into a flat ground.

Jack's eyes were red, and he roared, picked up the sword on the ground, ran to the center of the open space, and started digging like crazy.

The ground rose and fell slightly, and the man-eating konjac was digesting its food.

Derek looked at his hands blankly, as if he didn't know what happened.

The blade began to curl, and was broken in two under the impact of the extremely unbalanced fighting spirit. Jack frantically threw away the dagger, digging the soil with both hands, dripping with blood.

"Jack..." Derek's face was pale, and he came to the side of the non-stop warrior: "What happened?"

These words were like a needle, piercing the growing anger in Jack's chest, he punched Derek in the face, and roared: "If you hadn't let go, Lucy wouldn't have been swallowed so easily! Get out of here! Don't get in my way!"

Seeing Jack squatting down and digging wildly, the messy fragments in Derek's mind finally came together, which made him flustered and flustered, and he refused to admit what he had done: "No... I didn't let go, it wasn't me, I love her so much, how could I let go! It's you! It's you Jack, it's you! You let go first, you killed Lucy!"

"You - despicable, cowardly, shameless, trash!" Jack lost his mind in anger, he yelled at Derek, but his hands never stopped.

At this time, the ground began to tremble.

The man-eating konjac underground digested Lucy and began to look for new prey.

Derek's face turned pale, and he became even more flustered. He wriggled his lips and watched in horror as green vines emerged from the ground one by one, slowly squirming towards them.

"Jack, they're coming again. I don't want to die..."

Derek screamed in a low voice, dodging the vines in a hurry, Jack didn't even look at him, just digging the ground that was gradually bulging.

Derek wanted to condense the magic, but there was not enough time. He picked up the broken sword on the ground, and randomly chopped off a few tiny vines that were closest to him, his eyes gradually filled with despair.

His eyes were ashen, and he was stunned for a while, then suddenly raised the broken sword, inserted it into Jack's back, and protruded from his chest.

Jack's eyes widened, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and his gradually dimming eyes revealed a ferocious and stern look.

"I won't let you go, Derek, just wait, I will... definitely..."

"I...I have to do this! Jack, you killed Lucy, you killed the person you love the most, you shouldn't be alive, I am here to abide by the rules of the believers of the God of Light, Jack, I must punish you!"

The reason in Derek's eyes disappeared bit by bit. He showed a grin that was different from usual, pulled out the broken sword, and pushed Jack's shoulder forward, sending him into the vines.

The vines quickly entangled Jack, and the man-eating konjac revealed its full view again. The fat petals wrapped around the warrior's body and closed bit by bit, retracting into the ground.

The ground became flat again, and Derek gasped for the rest of his life, picked up the staff tremblingly, turned around and ran back to the forest.

Lance patted the back below him, and the panther roared, jumped down, and landed lightly in front of Derek.

"Look, what I saw." Lance chuckled. "The most loyal servant of the God of Light abandoned the woman he liked, killed his brother for many years, and ran away alone to save his life."

Derek clenched his staff tightly, his hands trembling nervously: "I just fulfilled my duty and punished the sinner! The soldier who killed his lover is unforgivable."

Lance looked at each other with pity: "Can you feel at ease by covering up the truth with lies? Derek, the God of Light will punish you. Do you think you can still cast light magic?"

Derek's smile froze, his forehead was beaded with sweat, his eyeballs protruded like goldfish, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

"Who said I can't cast it! Who said it! Look——"

His voice stopped abruptly, and there was nothing at the top of the staff that had gradually gathered light spots in the past.

Lance smiled, with a relaxed and happy expression: "Look, the God of Light has abandoned you."

Derek grabbed his hair and roared wildly: "No, it's not me! I didn't do it! No one knows I did it!" He rushed towards Lance: "Yes, I didn't do it! As long as you Dead! No one will know!"

"Murder to silence? When all the insiders die, you are a noble and kind pastor in front of the world. Well, are all pastors of the Guangming Church like you?"

Lance stood calmly, and the panther jumped up, threw Derek to the ground, and held his limbs tightly.

Derek struggled constantly, his holy face was extremely twisted and ferocious at this moment, and he was like a devil who lost his mind at this moment.

Walking forward leisurely, Lance bent down, patted the pastor's face in despair, and said bewitchingly: "Actually, you are right."

Derek froze for a moment, then looked at Lance in a daze.

"You see, under the circumstances at that time, only by sacrificing one person can the other two be preserved." Lang paused, his black pupils were like two vortexes, which deeply attracted Derek: "Lucy is not Love you, Jack and her are a couple, and you are just a not-so-qualified friend for Jack who covets his lover, maybe after you have a fight, his little friendship with you remains , doesn’t exist anymore. So, at that point, what do you think Jack would do?”

"He...he will sacrifice me!" Derek murmured, his eyes gradually lit up: "He will let me die! That's right, he has disliked me for a long time! That's it, I am so Do it, I'm just doing this to protect myself!"

Lance laughed: "That's right, you just made a choice that is beneficial to you as a last resort. This is human nature, and there is nothing incomprehensible."

"So..." Derek was a little puzzled: "Then why can't I cast light magic? Am I abandoned by the God of Light?"

Lance winked at Derek reassuringly: "No, you just abandoned that hypocritical and dogmatic old man."

"I... I abandoned the God of Light?"

"Yes, the God of Light is too hypocritical. He always formulates all kinds of unreasonable rules and forces his believers to abide by them. He makes his believers learn to love and help, but when his believers encounter difficulties, , but he watched with cold eyes. Derek, you just did what you should do, you just want to live by yourself, but the God of Light doesn't even allow this, tell me, should you abandon him?"

Derek looked at Lance like a lost child.

Lance lowered his voice: "Derek, actually, you have better choices."

"I...have a better choice?"

"That's right." Lance's voice seemed to come from far away, low and full of demagogy: "Derek, why didn't Lucy choose you, because you are a kind priest and a follower of the God of Light, even if she hurts you She also believes that you will not do anything radical; why Jack can hurt you without any scruples, because most of your light power can only heal, but the soldiers are rushing to the forefront, the team needs him Worse than you. Derek, all this is because you are bound by the laws of the God of Light and yet so weak, tell me, do you want to gain great power so that you can do whatever you want?"

"I, can I?"

"Of course." Feeling the growing darkness in Derek's soul, Lance raised the corners of his mouth: "Come on, hold this bottle and answer my question, and you will get everything you want."

Derek's hand trembled nervously, holding the small glass bottle suspended in front of him.

"Derek, are you willing to dedicate your soul to darkness and Lance, so as to gain strength, glory, power, never regret, never betray?"

"I am willing."

Amidst the psychedelic murmur, a black mist suddenly rose from the bottle, enveloping Derek, and when the thick fog cleared, only a pile of black ash remained where Derek was lying, and in the transparent bottle, pure black The thick liquid flows slowly, and the thick one sucks up the surrounding light.

Lance stretched himself out and shook the bottle in his hand: "I really don't understand why the demon king made the oath of obtaining the chosen soul look like a marriage declaration." He stared at the black liquid and smiled lightly at the black panther : "However, the darkness I induced for the first time is so deep and pure, it's a good start, isn't it, little leopard?"

The panther rubbed against Lance's trouser legs, half lying down/body, waiting for the master's action.

Lance sat on its back, casually picked up the priest's staff on the ground, looked at it, broke it in two and threw it away, letting the panther carry him away.

"Of course a staff eroded by dark forces cannot use light magic, little leopard, well done."

The low laughter disappeared into the foggy forest along with the whispers.

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Standing in front of the magic pool, Lance threw the vial containing Derek's fallen soul into it. After a burst of bubbling, the blond, blue-eyed, angel-like man walked out of the magic pool naked/naked, his pale face with With an elegant and proud smile, he knelt down on one knee and kissed Lance's instep reverently.

"Blood Prince Derek is happy to serve you, Your Majesty."

Lance stroked the soft blond hair of the first subordinate, and pressed a kiss to his cold forehead.

"Under the appearance of an angel, there is a rotten and blackened heart. It really is a very suitable race for you, Derek."

The black panther was quietly lying beside Lance, looking indifferently at the elegant and pale vampire with purple pupils. Prince Derek looked at the black panther and showed a slow smile.