After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Karen Sol was really imprisoned this time.

His limbs were tied with long, thin iron chains that did not affect his walking, sitting, or lying down. However, no matter how inhuman his posture was, he could not get out of the magic circle on the ground at all, and even his fingertips could not reach the edge.

Lucien ignored Karensor's various struggles in the magic circle every day, and still came to deliver meals three times a day. When he was not eating, he would sit in front of the magic circle and watch him, like a stone millstone.

Also ignored Karen Sol and every word he said.

Lucien clearly occupied the higher position between the two men. He imprisoned his lover, who had always wanted to escape, and confined his lover's body, so that he could never leave the magic circle again. He also did not respond to any discussion suggestions or anxious questioning.

He should have been like a winner, with everything under control, and should have been arrogant, but in Lucien's own eyes, he had already failed miserably and there was no room for recovery.

Karensor sat in the center of the magic circle, watching the curly-haired man bring a sumptuous meal into the house. The meat and vegetables on the wooden plate exuded fragrance, and the marinated rabbit meat looked bright and colorful, and should be delicious.

Karensor covered his face with his hands, and the words slipped out from between his fingers: "If you don't let me go back, you will die at the hands of the God's Messenger."

Lucien put the tray away and sat cross-legged in front of it, just like he did these days. His black glass-like eyes moved slightly.

He was not afraid of death, he just felt ashamed and guilty. Lucien thought that meeting him was the worst misfortune that had ever happened to Karensor. He was such a bad person that he could never go back to heaven.

Even if that so-called messenger of God comes, if I kill him, I will no longer be able to imprison this angel. I have done so many bad things that I deserve to die.

Karen Sol didn't want to cry, but her tears wouldn't listen to him: "You shouldn't have done this."

Lucian sat stubbornly, his face darkening in the small room.

Shouldn't I do this? What should I do?

Let you throw away my love and leave me forever?

Lucien's gaze fell on Karensor's tied ankle. Although it was wrapped with cotton cloth as a pad to prevent rubbing, the skin there was still a little red.

Lucien thought that he was truly guilty of a heinous crime.

But please be generous and patient with him. As an ordinary person who has practiced black magic, his life span may be even shorter than that of the beautiful flower outside the window.

Once he dies, the magic circle will naturally become ineffective.

Lucian looked at Karensor, trying to memorize every inch of his body.

Suddenly, a blinding light shone through the narrow window, turning both of their faces pale. The beautiful flowers, their stems severed by the hurricane, fell limply into the mud. Karensor's tinnitus intensified, and he lowered his head in agony. Lucian only had time to rush over and embrace his pitiful lover.

The messenger of God is coming. Karensor felt the familiar breath gradually approaching.

Karensor didn't care about himself, he just grabbed Lucien's clothes and pushed him out hard. Lucien knelt on the ground and looked out the window vigilantly.

Karensor's tears dripped onto the magic circle and turned into smoke with a "hiss". He raised his head and held Lucien's face, saying his final goodbye.

"I love you."

Lucian lowered his head in shock, only to see the tear-stained eyes of the person in his arms.

Karen Sol was afraid that there was not enough time and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, so he wiped his eyes again and said again: "I love you."

Lucien felt that the world was silent at this moment.

The messenger of God came, carrying with him a light that made it impossible to open one's eyes. The moment he descended, the two people in the magic circle hugged each other tightly.

God made the arrogant words appear before the human form:

"So that's it."

Hundreds of eyes suddenly appeared in the human figure in the light, blinking in unison. All the eyeballs turned together and were fixed on the two people's clasped hands.

"Karen Thor."

The voice of God's messenger was filled with compassion, and it was exactly the same as the expression he had when he was asked to come down to influence mortals and to be dismissed if he failed to influence them.

"You... since you don't want to go back, just stay here forever."

Karensor was instantly grabbed by the neck by an invisible hand and hung up, then pulled outward violently. He was supposed to be thrown heavily against the wall, but he unexpectedly hit a transparent barrier in mid-air. He couldn't help screaming due to the squeeze of the two forces, but the messenger of God looked at the inconspicuous magic circle on the ground with interest, with hundreds of eyes.

"Intentionally..."

Before he could finish his words, a sound of explosion rang out beside his ears. The three eyes on the side of his face were affected, and blood and flesh splattered on the ground. The messenger of God roared and swung his staff. Just as he was about to fight back, he saw a light suddenly shot out from the formation, and the curly-haired mortal who was holding the exiled angel gradually disappeared.

The divine messenger laughed in anger, chanted quickly, and then shot a beam of light at the curly-haired man. When he tried to track them, the two men had completely disappeared.

The messenger lowered his head and looked at the remnants of the magic circle on the ground. They had been shattered into ashes in the battle just a few seconds ago. The traces in the magic circle reminded him of the old man who almost threatened God.

He had more important things to do and didn't care about the dying flies. The messenger hurried back to heaven with three broken eyes.

Karensor appeared in the square where they first met, holding Lucien, who was vomiting and covered in blood.

The square was in a dilapidated state, having been uninhabited for a long time. Only ruins remained of the once huge and beautiful statue, and overgrown weeds enveloped the two people like green waves.

Lucien knew that his life was on the countdown, and the blood in his throat made every word he said extremely difficult.

"Stay alive and go to the country of Lesai to find a witch named Heka. She will protect you."

Karensor watched as the curly-haired man's blood gradually faded and quickly dried up on his body surface. Worm eggs adhered to every inch of his skin like scabs. Karensor knew that this was the most common killing curse used by angels against pagans. At this moment, Lucien had no chance of survival.

Karensol's heart went cold. Only then did he realize that he had a heart, which beat, felt pain, felt panic, and would gradually fade away with every weaker breath of Lucien.

As Lucian continued to speak, the flesh on half of his face began to melt away.

Lucien's voice was muffled by the blood in his throat, and he mumbled:

"I'm sorry for you..."

Karenthor's tears fell on his neck.

"I never thought of killing you..."

"I just... hope to be loved..."

The blood on the side of Lucian's face dried and flowed into his eye sockets. Karensor rubbed off the small piece of membrane, and while the other party could still see, he smiled and pulled out the short dagger from Lucian's boots.

The dagger that I gave to the little boy with the sparkle in his eyes when I took little Lucien to catch wild boars.

Karen Thor decided to end her own life.

He took the dagger and stabbed it into his slowly beating chest, feeling the cold pain, and hugged his lover who could no longer lift his hands.

"sorry."

Karen Sol and Lucien hugged each other tightly, giving each other a response before it was too late.

"Maybe it's a little late, but at least we will... sleep here together in the future."