Copas could not answer, or even accuse the other of being disrespectful to the one and greatest god of the day.

He was speechless. He bit his tongue in convulsions, a dark glow in the blood that spilled out of his lips. The black snake that swam beneath his skin was scurrying about, twisting into clumps and bulging into monstrous, dark cyan nodules.

The runes belonging to Nesses faintly lit up on his forehead, burning as if they were about to burn through the thin layer of flesh, burning through his skull, burning the unquestionable, inviolable power into his brain...... Imprinted on his soul.

He swallowed a roar of resentment and a mouthful of blood. The burning pain was a warning and a protection—he had done something beyond his duty, and he was trying to gain power that was not his...... But he hasn't been given up yet.

He was well aware that Scott was subjected to more and more cruel "punishments" than he had. Yet this man could still stand in front of him, like a sharper sword that had been broken a thousand times and retempered a thousand times.

Is this really what his gods want? is this a temptation and a grind, or is it a helpless tolerance?

He didn't know...... But there's no reason Scott can do it, he can't.

He clenched his staff tightly, making intricate gestures with his left hand, crushing the power that roared out of his body - he couldn't lose more.

Scott didn't stop him. He withdrew his gaze and watched as the turbulent light and shadow of the entire labyrinth finally found his way, surging silently, spiraling into an eerie whirlpool beyond the sarcophagus. The crystal-like sarcophagus climbed more wisps of black shadows, twisted into a hollow-like pattern with some wonderful regularity. The runes that Doron Boford had carefully carved for himself a hundred years ago finally lit up one by one, and Ante, who was imprisoned in it, no longer struggled.

When Copas suppressed the power of his physical disorder, the world that was as bright as day had also darkened. The ever-changing stone wall returned to silence, and the power of light and darkness gradually weakened, except for the sarcophagus that still glowed slightly, but it was no longer as crystal clear as before.

It turned black again, but it was not a physical object, but a glowing mist. When a hand suddenly pierced through the mist, the muscles on Copas's face twitched.

There was no skin on that hand, only tangled muscles and blood vessels that were constantly stretching, intertwining, and changing...... A low roar shook the sarcophagus, rippling in layers, but there was pain and anger in the voice, as well as ecstatic satisfaction.

"Retract. Scott said coldly, "Unless you want to be a skinless monster." ”

The hand that had just climbed to the edge of the sarcophagus paused, and actually slowly retracted.

When the light emitted by the sarcophagus disappeared completely, and when the mist gradually condensed into the original obsidian engraved with runes, Scott reached out and pushed the lid open.

At that moment, this space that had lost its power made a small crunching sound, like an unwilling scream.

It suddenly went dark, and then slowly brightened up a little more. The thin mist of light kept the people in this place from reaching out and losing sight, but their vision was still blurred, and the air had a stale smell, cold, but unexpectedly not very dull.

They returned to their original world.

The lid of the coffin that had been pushed open was still half resting on the sarcophagus, but the gap was large enough for the people inside to climb out.

Ante Boford staggered up straight, not in a hurry to leave the sarcophagus, but raised his hands in front of him, squinted and looked and touched and touched.

His hand returned to normal...... His whole being was back to normal.

It's not just "normal".

He could feel his strength. As he squeezed his arm in disbelief, he felt the firm muscles and the tight skin, the slightly bulging veins under the skin, the warm blood flowing through the veins.

His heart was beating steadily and strongly, and a clear sound rang in his ears - he was as strong as the young and proud warrior he had been twenty years ago.

He let out a low chuckle of his own involuntarily, the corners of his mouth reaching his ears. He looked up and saw Scott's still expressionless face...... The face that was no longer young sank a little bit at the corners of his mouth.

His joy was shared by no one.

Scott helped him - he gave him what he wanted most, even better than that, but of course it had ulterior motives...... It was to sabotage Copass's plans, or the demands of the "god" they all had to obey, or something else he couldn't guess.

Only, never again, because he is his friend.

For a moment, there was a trace of strange emotions in his heart, and he was stunned...... It's like "regret". He could actually get everything he has in another way, he could actually get it without losing Scott......

Then he woke up - under normal circumstances, Scott, as a paladin, would never let him as a king,

Get such power...... Get "eternal life" which violates the rules.

He turned his gaze to the other side, and Copas's iron-blue face finally made him feel a little happy.

He stepped out of the sarcophagus. His clothes had just disappeared from the force that was too great, but he didn't care, and walked out with a big grin.

This is his castle...... No one knows this place better than he does.

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As the young king's deliberately heightened footsteps faded away, Copas and Scott stood silently at the ends of the sarcophagus.

“...... You're never going to learn a lesson, are you?"

He saw it with his own eyes...... Nesses didn't have much patience for his most powerful and uncontrollable pawn, and didn't leave him with any dignity, and perhaps even took Scott's punishment as a threat to the others - I have to say, the smell of burnt flesh was indeed ...... It's impressive.

In his case, Copas thought he might have broken down long ago, but Scott, though becoming more and more elusive, did not lose his will.

"How do you know this isn't what he wants?" replied nonchalantly, Scott, "I'm standing here nicely, aren......'t I? You're too slow. ”

He turned away, leaving Copas alone in the darkness, trembling uncontrollably at the last words he had dropped, burning with rage and fear.

He's really slow — he has to. But if that is seen as procrastination rather than caution, his God ...... to him Nor will there be much patience.