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.

weird actions. The moment they began to question him, he suddenly became defensive and even

Leonel to be a spy. But, from another angle, would a real spy really act

his gaze turned resolute as

what are you

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

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

It's better that

if he wanted

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 of

just staying here to the end.

unwillingness

same time, it wasn't like Lamorak was a horrible person. He was only doing what he thought was right. He also didn't look down on Leonel, nor did he disdain his

that even with all

him any

to get

completely different concepts. No amount of will could mend his bones and flesh. His

fact that he had any consciousness to speak of was shocking enough. Maybe if his spirit wasn't

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

incomplete. This Dream 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

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