Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 15 A Hundred Years
Diana's beautiful eyes, clear as sapphires, were dotted with tears. She looked at her husband deeply, filled with resentment and anger at his lack of resistance. In the end, she could only shake her head and sigh, "You disappoint me so much."

She hoped that Durandal would choose a ten-year deadline and muster up the courage to fight for her, so that he would be more like a man!
But this man chose a hundred-year period to guarantee his godhood. Although this gave him more time, it also meant that he was giving up his ownership of his wife.

The most infuriating thing is that Durandal didn't realize that Lynn was setting a trap for him, just to show her, to deliberately tell her that your husband doesn't have the courage to risk everything for you.

Durandal shook his head and said nothing.

In fact, he also vaguely guessed the leader's conspiracy, but he had to admire him. The temptation of the godhead was too great and completely shook his heart.

The most important thing was that he could see that Diana's mind had long since flown away, because she had always been a woman who admired the strong since she was a child, and was not used to the status gap after coming to hell. She could endure it until now only for the sake of her son Arthur.

He can't hold on to this woman, so it's better to give up as soon as possible.

Thomas sent a voice message: "Great, Lin En, you really know how to play."

He also realized that Lin En's tactics were murderous and heartbreaking, but the price was a bit high.

Lin En said to Thomas through voice transmission, "I think Durandal is also a talent, but his strength is a little lacking."

Thomas asked in surprise, "No way, do you really want to train him?"

Lynn understood his deep meaning. This was the hatred of having his wife taken away. Although Diana did not resist, it made no difference to Durandal. No normal man could endure such humiliation.

If Thomas put himself in Lin En's shoes, he would definitely eradicate the problem completely, so he didn't understand Lin En's actions.

Lin En said in a voice transmission: "It doesn't matter. What potential and threat does a god-level person who refines the divine nature have? On the contrary, alchemy talents are scarce. I am a little interested in this aspect."

Thomas asked curiously, "Are you so sure that he won't be able to become a god within a hundred years?"

"The outcome was already determined when he chose the 100-year deadline."

In Lynn's magnetic field, Durandal exuded emotions of anger, sadness, regret, and depression, without a trace of positive self-confidence and impulse. It would be hard to say whether such a person would become a god independently even after ten thousand years.

With the special ability of magnetic field control, no one's inner emotions can be hidden from Lin En.

For example, Diana's son Arthur's emotions gradually changed from anger to indifference, and even transferred some of them to Durandal. No matter how stupid he was, he could see that his mother and father had long been at odds with each other.

He hated his mother for betraying his father, and hated his father even more for not being a powerful god-level being. These emotions accumulated in his heart and gradually turned into a desire for strength.

Thomas transmitted a message, amazed and impressed, "I see. You've thought it through."

A person who refines the divine nature will have his future potential locked up and will never be able to threaten a genius like Lin En.

Lin En said calmly, "Go ahead."

Thomas left with the father and son.

When Durandal and Arthur returned to their residence, they found that their neighbors and onlookers looked at them with sympathy and surprise, and some people pointed and laughed at them in secret.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these father and son are lucky to be able to come back alive."

"That's right, I thought they were dead."

"The new leader is so kind."

The news that Durandal's wife, Arthur's mother, was favored by the chief had spread widely in the Tianlan tribe.

Of the women who had been selected previously, except for some who returned, the rest who had been taken into the rooms of the god-level powerhouses, most of them had their husbands killed, and only a few had their lives saved by pleading for mercy. Regarding this matter, many people in the tribe were very indifferent, indifferent, and even gloating.

After all, women are a scarce resource. As long as your strength is not enough to intimidate most people, there will definitely be a large number of suitors around your wife, whether they want to replace her or seek short-term happiness.

Durandal's face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes scanned the surroundings fiercely, noting down the few scoundrels who were gloating and making mocking expressions. He swore in his heart, "Hmph, just wait to bear the wrath of a future god-level powerhouse!"

"Go, ignore them."

Durandal and Arthur whispered, and the father and son went into seclusion to practice when they returned home.

Day after day...

The years of hell are passing by quickly, and the century-long agreement has come to an end.

"Ugh!"

Durandal sighed helplessly, but the expression between his brows was frustrated but also mixed with a hint of excitement and anticipation.

dong dong!

Durandal heard the knock at the door and said, "Come in, Arthur."

The bedroom door opened, and a handsome young man with golden hair walked in. He asked with a worried look on his face, "Father, will the leader really give you a godhood?"

"Maybe."

At this point, Durandal answered a little unsurely.

The failure to become a god independently after a hundred years of agreement completely wore away the last bit of his backbone and self-confidence. In fact, after the tenth year, he had already been fantasizing about refining the godhood and ascending to heaven in one step. Such an outcome was also expected.

"Ok!"

Suddenly, Durandal's face changed and he said ecstatically, "Yes, I'll be there right away!"

He turned to Arthur and said, "Lord Thomas has called me over to claim that godhead!"

Arthur was surprised and delighted, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, father, you are about to become a god-level powerhouse."

Durandal's heart was completely focused on the godhead. He rushed outside and saw Thomas waiting for him with a smile. He saluted respectfully and called out, "Master Thomas!"

"Brother Durandal, there's no need to be so reserved and polite. Once you refine your godhood, you'll be a god-level powerhouse. We can get together more often and chat."

Thomas' attitude has changed 180 degrees from before, from being aloof and indifferent to being warm and friendly. All of this is due to his divine nature. This kind of potential is limited, and it can enhance the foundation of the tribe. Friends who set off one's own friends on a daily basis, of course, the more the better, and no one will dislike it.

Durandal felt relieved in his heart, but on the surface he remained polite and did not feel elated.

The two of them came to the castle where Lynn lived.

Lin En sat on the throne in the hall, with a beautiful and elegant noble lady with waist-length blonde hair standing beside him. Her cold blue eyes looked at the man who was kneeling down in worship. There was no trace of past emotions, only indifference, and there was a peacock-like pride between her brows.

Diana was very glad about her choice. There was no future in following a man like Durandal. Over the years, she had been with Lin En and enjoyed a high status. Even those god-level strong men had to give her some face, and they could also take care of her son secretly.

(End of this chapter)