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.

it, the reason he was so hostile to Leonel was because of his weird actions. The moment they began to question him, he suddenly became defensive and

he had already assumed Leonel to be a spy. But, from another angle, would a real

But in the end, his gaze turned resolute as he raised his mace

Lamorak, what

spy. Your [Paranoia Fog] spell forces one to reveal their inner thoughts. It's clear that not

forgives easily. Even if he doesn't retaliate, his heart will never be with Camelot. This will be something

person. It's better that

of these words. Even if he wanted to, the pain

that the pain lessened when he did so. It wasn't that his body had healed, but rather that it took a lot of his mental faculties to enter this space. So,

end. Maybe death would be less painful

that familiar unwillingness swelled

time, it wasn't like Lamorak was a horrible person. He was only doing what he

hated it so much that even with all the pain

that? Fury wouldn't do him any good. If anything, it would

need… to

up and being able to were two completely different concepts. No amount of will could mend his bones and flesh. His body was a complete

consciousness to speak of was shocking enough. Maybe if his spirit wasn't so great,

of golden and silver lines. If one had to explain it in just a few words,

Sculpt was none other than the Natural Force Art of the Force Crystal Mine Core. It was about 99% to completion, but that final percentage point felt like an insurmountable

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