Dimensional Descent

Chapter 223

Leonel's mind went blank. Was he really going to die here?

He was unwilling. Even more unwilling than he felt when his bloodline shackles tried to force him to take a step back. He was continuously roaring in his heart.

However, his body was really in no state to move. No matter how unwilling he was, there was a limit to what will could accomplish.

'He's still alive?' Lamorak raised an eyebrow.

He still didn't manage to kill Leonel after going all out like this?

Just when he wanted to swing again, though, a voice suddenly called out to stop him.

"Hold on, Sir Lamorak. There's still some value in questioning this young man, don't you think?"

"Questioning him? For what, exactly?"

"Don't you think there are still some odd points about this? If he really was a spy, his actions are a bit too odd. Plus, I'm sure you know it's not possible for our Camelot to not have a single spy within it, right? With such a high value spy like this young man, why would he come here on his own instead of relying on one of those connections to establish a footing first?"

Lamorak felt that Aliard's words made sense.

the reason he was so hostile to Leonel was because of his weird actions. The moment they began

a spy. But, from another angle, would a real spy really

in the end, his gaze turned resolute

Lamorak, what

inner thoughts. It's clear that not only is this young man hiding something, but judging by his initial reaction, he's also hiding a

kind of attitude, he isn't a person who forgives easily. Even if he doesn't retaliate, his heart will never be with Camelot.

It's better

didn't hear any of these words. Even if

subconsciously escaped into his Dream World. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the pain lessened when he did so. It wasn't that his body had healed, but rather that it took a lot

had thoughts of just staying here to the end. Maybe death would be

that familiar unwillingness swelled

It wasn't as simple as him not liking pain. At the same time, it wasn't like

hated this. He hated it so much that even with all the pain ravaging his body, he still had emotions to spare for

Fury wouldn't do him any good. If anything, it would probably speed

need… to

able to were two completely different concepts. No amount of will could mend his bones

truth, the fact that he had any consciousness to speak of was shocking enough. Maybe if his spirit wasn't so great, his thoughts would have

complicated Dream Sculpt hanging in the air above him. It looked like a maze of golden and silver lines. If one had to explain it in just a few words, it would be like if one created a

of the Force Crystal Mine Core. It was about 99% to completion, but that final percentage point felt like an insurmountable mountain to Leonel. He felt that even if he spent years meditating on it, it

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