Lord Roar

Chapter 454
After seeing the horned python come back, Alan was surprised and a little bit big.

Could it be that even a horned python that has become so small in size can't escape, how strict is the defense here?

"Can't you run out?" Allen asked quietly.

"Quack, where are you going?" The horned python rolled its eyes, its small body curled up with a black jerky and a small bottle of water, and slowly climbed onto Allen's shoulder.

Allen opened his mouth and sent the jerky into his stomach almost without swallowing.

The horned winged python bit off the lid of the water bottle with two small fangs, and poured the clear water inside into Allen's mouth.

Allen suddenly felt a little bit of vitality in his body, and then he frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you to get out, why are you back?"

The horned python coiled its body up, blinking its nimble little eyes and shouting: "I'm afraid, boss, take me with you, quack."

Allen's eyes were a little moist, and he nodded heavily.

The horned python's two small eyes lit up obviously. It got behind Allen, and its figure became slightly larger. It continued to rub the magic runes on the obsidian with its two fangs.

Listening to the sound of rubbing behind him, Allen looked guilty and felt a faint pain in his heart.

Obsidian is very hard, and the two sharp fangs of the horned winged python have been ground long ago, making them look ridiculous like incisors.

Allen knew that if the horned python wanted to run, no one could stop it. After all, as long as this guy hides his breath and becomes the size of a finger, no one can find it.

"Damn it, why do you still bring this burden with you?"

The horned python was too lazy to talk to Allen, and continued to rub obsidian with its fangs.

Allen secretly warned himself that if he escaped from birth, this broken snake would definitely be better in the future.

"Corned winged python, why don't you speak?"

"Toothache, Quack!"

There was a sound of footsteps, and the horn-winged python turned into a stream of green light and ran up the beam of the palace again.

This time the male lich didn't come, but the female lich with a stern smile came instead.

Although she was swaying along the way, the expression on her face became more and more ruthless.

The frost-faced witch walked up to Allen, and said with a playful face: "Master Amensor has given up your skin, my dear, in order to end your good job with my own hands, but Begged for a long time."

"I'm so fucking touched." Allen said with a grin.

The horned-winged python rolled its eyes helplessly on the beam: Dogs and men!
"It's good to be touched, it's not in vain that people miss you so much." After finishing speaking, the witch picked up a dagger full of barbs from the table, with bloodlust in her eyes, and said with a sneer: "I It will seal your skin, and then burn it with flames every day, savoring the wonderful taste in it!"

Allen's acting skills exploded in an instant.

First he was stunned for a second or two, then he looked bewildered, and finally his eyes were full of pleading.

Seeing that Alan had such an expression, the witch was slightly taken aback, and then laughed uncontrollably.

The closed palace was filled with the shrill laughter of the witches.

"You're actually scared! You're actually scared!" The witch's tone was filled with indescribable joy: "I thought, you no longer have a sense of fear, good, good!"

Allen pretended to be very helpless and said quickly: "Don't kill me, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, as long as you don't kill me, don't take my body and soul, please!"

The witch stopped smiling, snorted coldly, and pierced Allen's thigh with a barbed dagger.

Allen snorted, his head drooping weakly.

"Huh? Passed out?" The witch was a little surprised. It seemed that the other party had reached a critical point and finally couldn't bear it anymore, but it didn't matter anymore. Compared with Lord Amentor who got a perfect skin, she let out a bad breath is the most important.

The witch is not going to report Alan's compromise to Amenshal.

For more than ten days, it seemed that she and her companions had been torturing Allen day and night, but in fact it was an extremely difficult job.

The witch's eyes were full of venom. The human race in front of him, while being tortured, cursed in different ways. Not only were there many tricks, but his language was extremely vulgar, and he even described it vividly when he cursed.

The two liches have never seen this kind of hob meat, overdrawing the magical elements in their bodies, and enduring each other's vicious language, which made them more uncomfortable than the tortured Alan.

The witch has never been humiliated like this, and more than once she wanted to kill her, but it was a pity that Amensor refused.

Everyone thought that the Son of Chaos was alive, but Lord Amensor brought him back after many twists and turns.

Unexpectedly, although the other party has the skin of the Son of Chaos, his soul does not belong to this world, and he is not even a native of the Saint Cassis Continent at all.

The oracle of Chaos, the God of Chaos, can't be wrong, what's wrong is that this knockoff has taken over the magpie's nest.

So Amensor ordered the two liches to torture them so that the copycat would give up his body and destroy his soul.

But this guy not only has a bad mouth, but also has an extremely strong will.

But fortunately, the opponent's recovery ability is amazing, which means that as long as it is not a fatal torture, he can spend countless hours slowly torturing him.

The slack witch threw away the dagger in her hand, and stretched out her arms to Alan's forehead.

She wanted to know how much pain the other party could suffer with her current mental strength. She didn't want to understand the other party so easily. On the way here, she imagined countless ways to torture the other party to death.

Listening to the sound of blood falling on the ground, the witch was very satisfied and even intoxicated.

The witch with a sneering smile just put her palm on Allen's forehead, when Allen, who was drooping his head, suddenly raised his head, and bit the other's arm with his big mouth.

The witch's face turned pale, and just as she was about to wave her left hand to summon the elemental shield, a giant green shadow fell from the sky.

The horned python in a fighting posture flicked its tail, and the powerful physical force knocked the witch into the air.

The body of the witch who hit the obsidian pillar slid limply to the ground, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

The horned winged python quickly crawled over, and picked up the witch with one big mouth.

Just as the witch was about to yell, the horned python bit hard, and the two teeth that had been ground into dents crushed several ribs of the witch.

Shaking its thick body, the horned python crawled up to Allen with the trembling witch in its mouth.

"Unlock the rune restriction on the obsidian pillar!"

"Dream. Dream!" the witch said coldly, enduring the pain.

"Crack, crack!" After a few bones cracked, the witch was trembling all over, covered in cold sweat, feeling as if her internal organs were about to be bitten to pieces.

The horned python also gasped, the bones of this demon girl are really hard, and her gums hurt a little.

"I'll say it for the last time. Unlock those obsidian runes. The horned python hasn't eaten well for a long time. Although it doesn't eat living things, it doesn't mind swallowing you alive!"

"Okay... I'll explain." After the witch finished speaking, the horned python pointed its head behind Allen.

The witch, who was bitten by the horned python, endured the pain of shattered ribs, stretched out her palm and touched the obsidian pillar behind Allen, and chanted an obscure incantation.

After the spell was over, Allen activated the barbarian war ring, and with a violent jerk of his arms, the chains that imprisoned him on his upper body broke inch by inch.

Allen, who broke free from the restraints, nodded to the horned python. After the latter opened its mouth, the witch fell softly on the smooth ground.

"Don't kill me, human, let me go, please!" The witch said weakly. Just now, the horned python almost bit off her spine and all her ribs. At this time, every time she uttered a word, her whole body was in pain.

"This is where?"

The witch hesitated for a moment before replying, "The plane of the demons, the west coast continent."

"How to go back to the mainland of St. Cassis?" Allen's heart suddenly turned cold, and this place is indeed the plane of the demons.

The witch shook her head and said, "I've never left here, I... I don't know."

Allen pinched the witch's smooth chin with his right hand, and said with a sneer, "I'll ask again, how to return to the continent of St. Cassis."

Seeing the bloodthirsty light in Alan's eyes, the witch suddenly felt palpitations, gritted her teeth and said, "I said, how can you guarantee not to kill me?"

Allen punched the witch in the abdomen, and the powerful force made the witch suddenly bend into a shrimp, and a ball of foam flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Allen, who has a special understanding of human bones, knows where the hit is not fatal but can make the opponent the most painful.

"How to go back to the mainland of St. Cassis?" Allen asked again.

After breathing heavily, the witch spit out a lump of coagulated blood, trembling all over, and then said weakly: "Styx Island, there is a space crack that can lead to the Green Demon Continent of the low-magic plane. The Green Goblin Continent is the closest low-magic plane to the Saint Cassis Continent."

Allen carefully observed the facial expression of the witch for a while, and felt that the other party was not lying, then nodded and said: "I believe you, tell me how to get to Styx Island."

As if being pardoned, the witch shed a few tears, and said with a pitiful look: "As long as you leave the palace of Lord Amensor and go northward, you can reach the island of Styx."

Allen smiled softly, and gently stroked the white collarbone of the witch with both hands.

With a "click", the witch's head drooped feebly, her eyes filled with horror.

As the witch's eyes lost their vitality, a flickering elemental gem in her left hand also fell to the ground.

It was obvious that this lich was just about to sneak attack Allen.

Picking up the elemental gems on the ground, Allen pinned the two barbed daggers on the table to his back.

"Go, the boss will take you home!"

The horned-winged python quacked twice, and it became the length of an arm, coiling around Alan's waist.

(End of this chapter)