easily.Aren't schools in South America characterized by respect, friendliness, mutual help and supportOf course, there's no such rule.Zetiela patiently answered Lanchi's question as always.From time t...Chapter 441: The Lanchian Kahn Breaks His Oath and the Countdown Begins

As time went on, empty wine glasses were filled one after another and then drained in a single gulp.

Daerya's face was flushed, and her hand holding the cup trembled.

Hubrian is still feeding the great love poet wine.

Just now, while the great poet was drinking, Huberlian had already intermittently heard Antanas behind them speak seven or eight different possible outcomes for today's pass.

But none of them offered an ending where Lan Fu could live.

Finally, the warden, Daria, could stand it no longer. She set down her glass of wine.

She tried to stand up, her steps unsteady, and slid across the floor a few times before collapsing back onto the table, her cheek pressed against the surface, unable to push herself up any further.

"You're too strong, I've never seen anyone drink like that..."

Even though Derya, the warden, was completely paralyzed, her lips continued to murmur in amazement.

Even though his eyes held defiance, his body admitted defeat.

She didn't expect this internship prison guard to be so much braver than he looked, truly fearless.

"Who... exactly are you"

Damelia, the warden, kept her promise. With her last vestiges of consciousness, she leaned over the table with all her remaining strength to give several people a top rating, mumbling under her breath.

"…"

The great love poet fell silent for a long time, as if he couldn't utter a sound. Until after a moment had passed, he gazed towards Daenerys the warden.

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The poet's words, filled with great love, resonated in Daria's ears. Her half-dreaming eyes, hazy and blurred, gradually took on the last vestiges of frenzied obsession. It was as if even if she were to lose all memory of her dreams, this hypnotic phrase would undoubtedly be etched into her mind forever.

Gradually, Jailer Deirya fell into a slumber, her sleep filled with contentment and reluctance to wake.

"Burp."

The great poet only had flushed cheeks and lowered eyes, but his gaze remained firm.

Hyberlian worriedly helped the beloved poet up, but as soon as he stood, he stumbled and fell again.

Although the controller may not have much of a problem mentally, the body of the great poet is no longer obeying him.

"Leave this to us, you rest up. With Antanas and Sinora here, this layer shouldn't be too difficult."

Huperlyan knelt beside the great poet, gently patting his back with compassion.

Lanche may not have been hurt, but this body of Da Ai Shiren is already worn out.

"Oh, no, Wang! Please don't die!"

Antanas was sobbing at the back, wiping away tears every now and then, observing the state of the figure with black hair and green eyes.

Although he cried very insincerely.

But she seemed to be setting a mood.

Hyberlian looked back at Antanas, unsure what to say.

However, when she turned back, Huberly saw that Lance's eyes were also resolute.

Gave Huberlian a sense of foreboding, as if the atmosphere was thick with it. Lanf today wouldn't die unless she was pushed to her death.

"I'll do it then, I can't give up halfway through."

The poet of great love said.

He has always been able to solve problems efficiently and never wastes time.

If you're going to do something, do it quickly.

Bacchus Warden had limited time to delay, and he was now just one step away from facing the final Demon Lord, Truth's Praen. He didn't want to waste any more time.

In order to save his friends, Talia, he felt that no hardship was worth it.

"…"

Huperblyan's eye twitched.

You really don't care about Lan Fu's life, do you

Fortunately, since Lanfu falls into a deep sleep after handing over her body to Lanchi, otherwise, when Lanfu takes back control of her body and discovers what Lanchi has done to her, she probably wouldn't hesitate to sever all ties with him on the spot and find an opportunity to get revenge later.

The great love poet struggled to stand up and walked forward.

"Let me go around and check the repairs, unlock the clearance for this level, and then you'll be able to see where Prahlay is being held. Then, both of you please hurry to his cell as fast as you can, I'll be there shortly..."

The poet with black hair and green eyes spoke in a halting voice.

With Antanas' defensive capabilities and Sinora's magical resistance, in this layer of the Demon Trial [Suspended Path of Rebirth], if they have a guidance map, directly charging into a specific target's room would be extremely easy.

Because the two of them were originally very bold, completely different from Truth's Praana.

And the Heavenly Tyrant Cultivators were warriors who feared death, personally cultivated by him. When given an order, they would definitely successfully reach their destination.

Are you going to "The Hanging Road to the Afterlife" alone

Xin'ola asked worriedly.

The great love poet drooped his eyelids, turned his cheek, and nodded.

Then he walked into the prison.

His steps were like those of a drunkard, stumbling with each one and struggling to get up again.

But it seemed to have suffered no effects or damage while inside the illusionary barrier.

"

This…

"

Xinolar stared in disbelief as the new king's figure gradually faded into the distance. The new king seemed to be completely devoid of any fear or anxiety, and the illusion had no tangible effect on him whatsoever.

"As expected of our king, what a mindset."

Xinolar sighed deeply.

"Yes, it's disgustingly strong."

Antanas had become accustomed to it.

She had already seen the new king's immunity state in the fourth layer 【Falling Tender Land】, so in the sixth layer 【Suspended Path to Rebirth】 which was also a test of heart and mind, she found that the new king's monstrous performance wasn't surprising at all.

Now Antanas wasn't sure how many sigils the new king possessed, but she was certain he would receive another title sigil before facing the Praen of Truth, becoming a demon lord far surpassing Talia.

……

At this moment, within the dilapidated body of the great love poet, Lan Fu, the true self of the great love poet who has fallen into slumber, is experiencing a dream.

After she dreamt that she had come to a mysterious prison today, she kept falling and couldn't control her balance.

She went all the way down to level five, where it was pitch black. Her body was possessed by demons, and a terrifying giant wolf brutally abused her phantom form, as if wishing for her death.

She was still shaken, but finally, after all this time, she was almost ready to leave this prison.

She began to be plied with a terrifyingly strange kind of liquor.

Mingming was in terrible pain, she could barely breathe through her nose. She was constantly being force-fed alcohol that burned her insides. Finally, she felt like her whole body was about to fall apart. Yet she kept bumping and hurting herself, making her want to cry from the pain.

She suspected this was a nightmare, but she couldn't wake up no matter what...

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(The End)m even more.It's like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, that's how we get them to sit here."Doesn't this guy fear retaliation"Finally.The chief student spoke first.His hands clenched into fists...