Lancelot had been captured.
After his initial panic, William did not seem particularly anxious. He still lived his little life in calm comfort.
As for the well-informed Radiant Pope, who seemingly understood the Dark Child's personality deeply, he was not particularly worried either.
As for the God of Light in the heavens, it was uncertain whether he even remembered that he had such a son.
And so.
The rescue scene the Dark Child had imagined never appeared, nor could it provoke him into casually killing Lancelot.
At this moment in the Dark World, the Dark Child, who had already stepped into the Saint Realm, was carrying out Lancelot's punishment. After a barrage of lashes, the skin on Lancelot's chest and back had split open.
Lancelot's limbs were restrained, and his recovery ability had been limited. He could not rapidly heal his wounds, leaving him bleeding all over. The burning pain kept him exceptionally awake.
Yet no matter how the Dark Child beat or cursed him, he remained silent. He gritted his teeth and endured the torture, at most glaring fiercely at the Dark Child when the pain became unbearable.
"Good. Very good. I refuse to believe you can keep this up forever." The Dark Child had whipped him for seven or eight hours. Other than Lancelot's handsome little face, there was not a single uninjured spot on his body.
But he finally tossed aside the Legendary whip and said viciously, "I'm telling you, the moment you decide to embrace darkness, I'll let you go. Otherwise, you'll be trapped in the Dark World for the rest of your life and suffer torment day and night."
After saying that.
He saw that Lancelot was still silent, so he turned and left.
A Legendary Demon was about to continue the beating with the