Leonel's legs hung weakly in the air, his face slowly turning red as Lamorak's hand clamped down on his throat.

It felt as though his whole body was washed by pain. It was an endless torrent that rammed through his senses like a tsunami, crashing through his mind in a repetitive, infinite cycle.

In his current state, lasting without oxygen for tens of minutes at a time, though difficult, wouldn't be impossible. However, having one's throat clamped down wasn't just about oxygen, it was also about blood flow.

Leonel felt his head becoming light, the pounding headache he had earned himself after his Soul Force ran dry was only getting worse. Yet, maybe in an odd twist of fate, he could just barely ignore because its level of pain was nothing compared to what was happening to the rest of his body.

Lamorak became irrationally enraged, staring toward Leonel's unwavering gaze.

Whether it was consciously or subconsciously, he felt as though all of his actions were being judged. It was impossible to tell whether he knew he was in the wrong, but all that was important was that he didn't like having to question himself in this way.

A roar escaped his lips as he slammed Leonel into the already cracked walls. The result was Leonel's already slipping consciousness swirling once more.

Leonel found it difficult to tell which way was up and which way was down. The whole world seemed to swim. He only barely managed to hold on to two thoughts.

One was the circulation method of [Dimensional Cleanse], and the second was the start and stop timing of this circulation.

He knew it was the only way for him to survive. He just needed his Soul Force to recover. It seemed so close and yet so far at the same time.

At some point, the pain began to numb his body. But, was this a good thing? Pain was a sign of life... so what was numbness a sign of?

Leonel clenched his jaw, weathering the storm of Lamorak's rage. Just a little more, just a little more.

Lamorak's grip tightened around Leonel's throat even more as though trying to twist his head off. However, he found his actions no different from trying to squeeze a thick metal pole.

When he looked at Leonel's body. Though his flesh was beaten and batted, along with his bones being broken in several places, it all seemed far too shallow for the punishment the Grand Knight had inflicted onto him.

person would have been beaten into a pile of mush by now, but why was Leonel still in one piece? Why was his neck

allow him to go all out to kill them, yet to actually be

rage.

"Die! Die! DIE!"

The calm Knight of

could kill Leonel, then it would all be justified. Those judgmental eyes,

was quite an ironic turn

inappropriately to the situation due to something

was Lamorak who had lost his

pressure Lamorak had been under in these past few months. It was his suggestion that turned Camelot against Leonel. Though it didn't seem like it on the surface, this

to show a united front to others. But,

he had sworn to follow his whole life no longer looked at him

to fix it. If he couldn't kill Leonel, he

"AGH!"

Leonel's face across the stone walls,

as Leonel's body fell like a ragdoll beside him. A light, satisfied chuckle left his lips along with a steady

Leonel would be too difficult. That

for the Slayer Legion cause was only natural. He had prepared himself to die for the Slayer Legion long ago. Taking down a future enemy of their rebel army

is what...

the last of his strength. Even though his kneeling position wasn't much different from Leonel who lay on the ground, he

Lamorak had rushed over, raising his blunt mace above his head. A fiery qi shot around him,

BANG!

flying beneath the air pressure of his strike. He rose his mace again, swinging down with all his

BANG!

"HAHAHAHA!"

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