Chapter 448 Lathel's ending

Chapter 448 Lathel's ending

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The Demon Lord swung his scythe downward. When Lathel saw the scythe getting closer to him, he sank into despair.

At this moment, he suddenly felt sorry for the girls he loved. Akna, Lilith, even Ryne, she gave him so much, but he still hadn't helped her.

Claire is the same; he knows she likes him, and she is willing to take risks to worship him.

If he died, her sense of faith and talent would also be shattered. From then on, she will become an ordinary person, losing her future filled with roses. NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

Lathel sighed. He didn't regret his decision; it was just that he felt sad because of the people who would be sad when he died.

Bang!

Suddenly, an invisible sword appeared, blocking the Demon Lord's scythe.

"You..." The Demon Lord looked towards a stream of smoke shaped like a human standing in front of it.

"Enough, Demon Lord. This person... I will protect him."

Seeing that young man talking, the Demon Lord replied somewhat annoyed: "Oy! You waited for our fight to almost end before appearing. Your way of doing things... makes me very uncomfortable."

"That's your problem. In this world full of brutality, the weak have no choice."

If anyone heard this conversation, they would be so surprised that they wouldn't be able to keep their mouth shut.

The Demon Lord, a terrifying existence that makes the entire continent afraid. An existence that once engulfed the entire Dorack Continent in a sea of fire and blood was said by a young man to be a weak person.

Even if anyone heard this conversation, they would not believe that the Demon Lord was weak.

If the Demon Lord was weak, the Ancient Heroes would have killed the Demon Lord easily, rather than sealing the Demon Lord like this.

The Demon Lord looked at the young man for a moment, then sighed: "Okay, it's up to you."

Bang!

"What do you mean?" The Demon Lord said in annoyance as the young man knocked the Demon Lord's scythe away, then pointed the sword at it.

"Revive the girl immediately."

"You're a bit too much." The Demon Lord now seemed angry.

"You have no other choice. This place is covered by the rules I created; if I want, you will definitely... die." The young man spoke softly.

However, one could tell that his voice carried an extremely terrifying threat.

Lathel, of course, didn't know what was going on because he was unconscious and his life energy was exhausted.

Perhaps... Right now Lathel is immersed in memories of the past as he waits for his life to end.

The Demon Lord sighed: "Okay, okay. You don't have to threaten me; I don't intend to kill him either."

"Such an interesting person... I have to observe him more. He is more interesting than the so-called heroes or the children of the world's will."

"Hahahahaha..."

The young man looked at the demon lord and smiled. He did not rush to act; instead, he just stared at the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord waved his hand at this moment, and its body immediately recovered, returning to its original state.

If Lathel saw this scene, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

He tried every method, even sacrificing his and Charlotte's lives, to defeat the Demon Lord.

In the end, he was just a clown to help the Demon Lord feel happier while imprisoned in this place.

Doran didn't understand what was going on, he just looked at Dorothy in confusion: "Eldest sister, you..."

"Shut up!" "I am feeling very uncomfortable," Dorothy shouted.

Doran: "..."

Doran immediately shut his mouth; he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Let's go back."

"But..." Doran looked into the distance as if he wanted to ask something.

"I know what you're going to ask. It's okay; this is a challenge and also an opportunity for Lathel." Dorothy sighed and said.

"So... what about Ikarys?"

"When I saw him, I felt uncomfortable and wanted to break his limbs."

Doran: "..."

'Seeing someone makes you uncomfortable; when you feel uncomfortable, you want to break his limbs. This way of talking... I'm afraid you're the only one in this world who dares to say that to the Holy Son of the Church.' Doran thought in his heart.

Of course, he didn't dare say it. He could only silently follow behind Dorothy like a puppy.

Meanwhile, Ikarys was so scared that he could only run away. He didn't think that Dorothy was too scary.

Her physical strength and determination scared him. Ikarys ran towards the space vortex, where he and the others first appeared.

Seeing the space vortex there, he didn't turn around and rushed out directly.

...

Ikarys felt a bit dizzy, but when he opened his eyes, he immediately saw sunlight and cool breezes that made him feel comfortable.

"Hahahaha... finally... I'm finally back. Arine, Lathel... your death will make my fame rise even higher."

"Hahahaha... hahahaha... The last survivor is the hero. I..."

KANG!

KANG!

KANG!

Suddenly, before Ikarys could finish his sentence, countless spears were pointed straight at him.

"What the hell?!" Ikarys was startled.

He realised he was in the middle of the Royal Palace square. At this time, countless soldiers and magicians were surrounding him.

In the distance, archers and magicians had also entered a state of preparation, ready to attack him.

In this place, there were at least 1,000 soldiers.

This scene scared and confused Ikarys. He looked at the badges on the soldiers' chests and discovered that they were soldiers of the Karol Empire.

"You idiots!" Ikarys shouted: "Do you know who I am? I am a distinguished guest of the Karol Empire, of Empress Catheryne."

"I am the super genius invited by Catheryne. I am the hero; I am the Holy Son of the Church."

"Do you dare point your weapons at me? Do you believe that a word from me will let you die?"

Hearing that, the soldiers were not worried at all. Their faces were full of anger, and they looked at him with contempt, without moving.

"You..."

Suddenly, the soldiers moved away, revealing a small path. Ikarys could see a woman of perfect beauty and charm slowly approaching.

"The Queen, Catheryne..."