Leopard of another world

On the bloody battlefield, figures in mid-air fell from time to time and smashed into the ground, bloody and bloody. Lance stood at the top of the Temple of Demons and looked at the fierce battle in the wilderness. Four subordinates surrounded him, trying to persuade him.

"Master, please move to the defensive fortress under the castle as soon as possible. Although the Temple of Demons is protected by an enchantment, I don't know when they will be able to break through."

Seeing in the distance that Desmond's huge beam of light annihilated dozens of soldiers from the Demon Realm, Lance chuckled and raised his hand to point at the battlefield: "If they break through the barrier of the Temple of Demons, do you think it's possible to hide in the demon world?" What is the use of an underground defense fortress?"

Looking at the few people who were speechless, Lance pointed to Desmond who caused a large number of killings: "Did you see that man, his strength has always been second only to Samuel, just like Samuel can destroy the The Angel Legion that the Church of Light is proud of, Desmond's strength can also make the soldiers of the Demon Realm helpless. The absolute gap in strength makes this war look like a one-sided massacre. A one-man show."

Looking at the anxious expressions of his surrounding subordinates, Lance smiled slightly: "Unfortunately, things don't always go as he wants."

As the words fell, the beam of light that pierced the hazy sky suddenly began to dim gradually, and the dark clouds gathered again, and the dark breath in the air seemed to start to rebound, and instantly became thicker. Being stable and getting a greater improvement, he gradually cut off the forcibly opened passage. Lance smiled calmly and watched the angels on the battlefield who had lost the power supply of the beam of light because they were not used to the magic energy gradually falling, showing a sarcastic expression. Desmond De must have not expected this result. He single-handedly contributed to the death of Dark Evan, but in the end he tripped himself hard.

Thinking of the dark Evan who fell into the magic pool, Lance's eyes darkened. This is the second time. The first time he pushed him in, and the second time Evan jumped in by himself. Compared before and after, it was like It's a big satire on Lance Moore.

Closing his eyes, Lance let out a light breath. He didn't believe that Dark Evan was dead. Although his existence could no longer be sensed in his soul, the contract still existed. Since it hadn't been lifted, he must still be somewhere in the corner.

The sound of flapping wings sounded. Lance opened his eyes and saw four subordinates standing in front of him, waiting in full force. Desmond was hanging in the air outside the barrier through a thin barrier, looking at him indifferently. .

"Long time no see, Desmond." Lance raised the corners of his mouth and showed a contemptuous smile, raised his chin and pointed at the Angel Legion who was killed by the demon soldiers in the wilderness: "Aren't you going to save the field?"

"If you die and re-create it, no one will care about those one-time consumables." Desmond smirked, staring at Lance motionlessly with gray eyes: "What I care more about is when you die."

"Oh, it's a very good wish, but unfortunately it's unrealistic." Lance shrugged: "You can't do anything about the enchantment of the Temple of Demons, right? Look at the stupidity of you who are only one step away from me but can't do anything, wait. You smashed the barrier with your own power, and your group of angel lambs who strayed into Dekness have been gnawed to the bone by our soldiers long ago. Do you think that the whole of Dekness is against you, who has a better chance of winning? big?"

Desmond's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stared at it for a while, then suddenly smiled, his tone was soft and dangerous: "Who says no, the outcome will always be revealed at the last moment, right?" He clapped his hands suddenly , Amidst the crisp applause, three figures appeared behind him, Lance's fist behind his back was clenched suddenly, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"Desmond..." Squeezing out the four words between his teeth, Lance's almost devouring eyes swept over the faces of the four subordinates one by one.

"Oh, don't look at your subordinate with that look. It's not your subordinate's fault for not keeping him. If we could only catch him after entering the enchantment, we would have killed you long ago." Desmond smiled proudly: "Very Unfortunately, my soldiers just happened to find him somewhere in the wilderness, this is really the blessing of heaven, isn't it?"

"What did you do to him?" Lance stared at Desmond coldly, his eyes glanced at the motionless Samuel behind him, who was supported by Guangming Evan and Eugene from left to right, with murderous intent in his eyes Rising up, he didn't expect that Samuel would walk out of the Temple of Demons under such circumstances, dragging such a broken body, Lance didn't understand what Samuel wanted to do, but now, this is not the focus of his concern .

"It's not me who made him look like this." Desmond showed an innocent look: "When my soldiers found him, he was already in a coma. See how kind I am, and brought him here to let you two lovers meet .”

"What do you want." Lance almost squeezed these words out between his teeth.

"I like smart people." Desmond gestured, and Eugene's rapier immediately rested on Samuel's neck, leaving a thin trail of blood.

"Lance, listen, I want you to undo the enchantment of the Pantheon."

Lance stared at him coldly, and Desmond's smile deepened when he didn't move. When he raised his hand, the sword on Samuel's neck went deeper.

"Desmond, you're still so stupid." Lance tried hard to suppress the tyrannical emotions in his heart, and forced himself to show a disdainful smile: "Is this all the chips?"

Desmond laughed as if he had heard some joke: "Yes, I only have such a bargaining chip, but it is enough to achieve my goal, Lance, you say that, but your eyes don't think that way at all, come on Now, open the barrier, we two will fight in a dignified way, for the sake of you being my companion, I will let you die with dignity."

The nails were deeply embedded in the flesh of the palm of the hand, causing a sharp tingling pain. The subordinates focused on him with worried and entangled eyes in disapproval. Lance watched the more and more bleeding from the unconscious Samuel's neck. There was a lot of bright red liquid, he took a deep breath, loosened his clenched fist, and slowly raised his hand.

"I can lift the barrier, but you must put Samuel there first." Lance pointed to the open space not far away: "I must ensure that he is not threatened by you, don't worry, my subordinates and I will not be threatened." Will run out and take the opportunity to snatch him back, you have confidence in your own strength, don't you?"

"Sounds reasonable." Desmond raised the corners of his lips, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "But do you think you are still qualified to negotiate with me now? Listen, open the barrier immediately, and I can spare him from dying. "

Lance's cheeks were tense, and the atmosphere was deadlocked again. Blood dripped down Samuel's neck, soaking his clothes from the neckline to his chest.

At the moment when the atmosphere between the two sides was almost solidified, Desmond suddenly saw a flash of surprise in the depths of the opposite Lance's eyes. Mixed with the sound of howling wind, a beautiful and sharp long sword suddenly struck from behind them. Before Eugene could react, he was pierced through the chest by the sword and fell straight to the ground, standing on Samuel's shoulders. The sword on Er's neck also fell.

Bright Evan sensed something was wrong and wanted to grab Samuel and retreat, but unexpectedly, an afterimage flashed in front of him. The huge pressure in his chest forced him to let go, and the unconscious Samuel was pushed hard by a force. Towards the barrier, passed through without any obstacles, and was firmly caught by Lance.

"Although that body is no longer useful, it is really unbearable for me to fall into the hands of you trash."

The sense of oppression in the air soared to the peak in an instant, and Desmond raised his head in horror. The black wings covered the sky, as if even the surrounding light was distorted and absorbed, and the pure black feathers fluttered down one after another. The sword trembled slightly, turned into a ray of light and returned to the man's hand. With a calm and domineering smile, the man in a neat uniform stopped slowly in mid-air, and his eyes made everyone's breath stagnate. The king standing at the top, with every move, dominates the world.

"Samuel..." Lance whispered the name with trembling lips. This is the real Samuel, the supreme masterpiece of God the Father, possessing the most powerful power, the most perfect appearance and the most noble personality. A seraph of status, even if he falls, he can't hide his brilliance.

"Samuel?! How are you...how are you..." Desmond couldn't finish his sentence, and his pupils shrank violently: "How could you... If it's you now, then what is that body!"

Samuel looked at Desmond with contemptuous and dismissive eyes, and his condescending tone seemed to be alms to the beaten incoherent angel: "That's me too, but I've abandoned that now." A substitute physical body, get back the original body, after all, the body of a magic leopard is far less useful than mine, especially..." Samuel narrowed his eyes: "When you group of ants want to shake the giant tree in the sky when."

Seeing Desmond's pale but trying to be calm, Samuel flapped his wings slightly, flew higher, looked down at him, and said playfully, "It's shocking, Desmond, you must think I'm Most of the power lost after reaching this plane, this illusion makes you think that you finally have the ability to compete with me, poor guy, it’s just that the body of the magic leopard restricts the display of my power, no matter When, you, will never be able to defeat me, as long as I am still alive, you will not even be able to touch my heel."

When Samuel was speaking, a huge, black mist rose from behind him, and spread towards the battlefield not far away with his light waving. The sound made Desmond's face turn pale little by little.

When he thought he could finally stand up and be no longer suppressed by Samuel, the cruelest fact told him that Samuel was still an existence that he could never surpass.

Lance hugged Samuel's heavy body and looked at the man who ruled the world in mid-air. He was more at a loss than anyone else. Yes, that man was more consistent with the Samuel he remembered, but if Samuel was originally Knowing where his physical body is, why did he still succumb to the body of a magic leopard for so many years? Why did he abandon the short-lived container and return to his original body until now? Is it so interesting to hide his strength? How much did he hide? ?

Lance felt angry, a kind of anger that was both sad and disappointed. Now that Samuel can return to his own body, all the pain, weakness, and injury he did in front of him seemed extremely hypocritical and ironic, no matter how much blood he vomited and suffered Multiple injuries, as long as you change back to your real body, you can erase everything, isn't it, is the fake show in front of him just to see his tangled appearance?

Looking at the sword held in Samuel's hand, Lance felt a distorted pain in his heart. He was very familiar with that sword, the Sword of Judgment, and all pain started from that sword. Now, Samuel is holding him again. Appearing in front of him, how could he not be angry.

Desmond quickly adjusted his gaffe. Up to now, he is no longer stingy with his strength. His snow-white wings suddenly spread, and his whole body exuded golden brilliance. Desmond held the transformed weapon , closely watching Samuel's every move, like a wolf crouching in the grass, waiting for the perfect moment to bite off the throat of its prey!

Samuel, who was in mid-air, suddenly cast a glance at Lance. His eyes were deep and thoughtless, but he evoked a soft and extremely soft smile.

"Lance, stay in the barrier and don't come out. Take good care of that body. When the battle is over, I will tell you everything."

Lightning flashed across the sky, and amidst the bursting sound, two figures, one black and one white, collided at a speed invisible to the naked eye. When the two fought against each other, the surge of power formed a terrifying vortex in the air. Creatures that reach the edge will be stirred into it in an instant, crushing their bodies to pieces.

Lance stood motionless on the top of the castle holding the body that Samuel was talking about. His almost condensed eyes showed no emotion, staring at the two figures who were fighting fiercely together and getting further and further away from him.

The torrential rain fell, drenching his body, and the dripping water slipped down his chin and sank into his collar, but the cold temperature was not as cold as his almost frozen heart.

Lance lowered his head and looked at the doll-like body in his arms.

Samuel, you owe me an explanation...

The author has something to say: short oil, the finale is coming soon, the code words are like chicken blood, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

In the next few chapters, various truths and various gods will be unfolded~(≧▽≦)/~

Hehehe, the poor little leopard is finally domineering after so many chapters, I really am my real mother

When it's over, do you want to stew a leopard-shaped X human-shaped broth? Do you want it or not?Aoyou is covered in chicken blood just to make up for his brain! !