Amidst the screams of the grey parrot, the bishop in the black cap released his hand that was holding Nemo's chin. The black veil covered her face like a mist, and Nemo could only see the size of her abnormal head, but couldn't see her expression.
"Lord Bagelmore?" she asked in a loud voice, "what's the matter with you?"
The grey parrot looked eager to huddle, but with some subtle dignity, forced its back to straighten—the bird ended up twisting into a weird, unnatural position. It didn't answer Hagen's words, just stared blankly at Nemo's face.
Hagen let out a small sigh, and she snapped her fingers softly. Then Nemo found himself bound tightly by bright red thorns, and he used all his restraint to not move, so as not to accidentally break free.
Should he immediately show weakness or beg for mercy? Nemo thought bitterly, said Bishop of the Abyss won't be active at noon? If the opponent is an ordinary demon warlock, he can also consider resisting and resisting in the absence of Virgil. But that's Bishop of the Abyss - if they accidentally hurt her, they don't want to have any sneaky infiltration plans. You will definitely be the target of the whole church to watch closely.
Big deal playing dead. Nemo swallowed the Shajiaomei in his mouth with difficulty, and turned his eyes to the grey parrot--according to Baglmore's guts, it should not have tripped him at such a time.
"Did he make you unhappy?" There was a bit of regret in the bewildering female voice, and several thorns were tangled together, and they hit Nemo's throat like a drill. "It's a pity, I quite like his face."
"Wait a minute...wait a minute!" the Grey Parrot cried out in a shaky voice, just as Nemo was thinking about how to struggle naturally. "Let… let him go first, Ingram."
"Yes." Bishop of the Abyss obeyed obediently, and the scarlet thorns instantly disappeared from Nemo. "Is it your acquaintance?"
Her tone was polite and generous, and the hostility just now seemed to have never existed.
"You can call me White." Nemo hurriedly said, "We once had a relationship, Bagelmoru... lord and mine... uh, master had something unpleasant."
He strained his face, trying not to twitch his muscles.
"Why, who do you serve, Mr. White?" Hagen chuckled, without any hesitant pause.
great. Nemo breathed a sigh of relief. Judging by her reaction, Bagelmore should not have told her much about herself.
"... Della Lanene." Nemo glanced at the grey parrot again, winking desperately. "I mean, Lord Deralainen."
"No... That's right! I hate that voyeur." Bagelmore stammered in agreement, "Damn, I thought you weren't interested in this kind of place!"
The second half of the sentence should be its truth, Nemo thought numbly. In fact, it may be more appropriate to say that Witherspoon is no longer on the surface - but he knows almost nothing about Witherspoon, only the whole process of the contract and the general character of Della Layne. So he had to take the risk first.
"It turned out to be the servant of the abyss sage." Hagen nodded, not sure if it was an illusion, Nemo always felt that there were several meaningful sight lines behind the black veil. "No wonder you're here at such a time. But unfortunately, you've upset our guest, so please—"
"I have an idea," Bagelmore said calmly, "Let this kid take me in, and I'll let the people of Deralainen serve me. That's right, that's it, mad at that bastard. You can leave and rest, Ingram."
"...Since that's your hope." Hagen let go of his hand, and the tree-shaped bone bird stand was suspended in the air.
Nemo quickly put the shelf down, maintaining the indifferent look on his face.
"Since the two of you know each other, I won't make any unnecessary introductions." She bowed to the grey parrot, and the black veil gently danced with her movements. "Call me at any time if you need it, Lord Bagmoru."
"Okay." The grey parrot responded dully.
Confirming that the black skirt corner of Bishop of the Abyss disappeared in the corner of the corridor, Nemo quickly entered the library with the grey parrot. Perhaps because it was too "late", or because of the arrival of the Bagelmore plan, there was no one in the library - Nemo again carefully checked for signs of life nearby. Then he threw the parrot in his hand aside, pressed his back to the door, and took a deep breath for half a minute.
"Why don't you let me go?" The grey parrot kept falling to the ground, his voice was small and aggrieved. "The power of my flesh and blood is only an intermediate level. Even if I once... uh, I wanted to be against you, but you also took my power!"
"I just wanted to talk to you," Nemo said, straightening up, startled. "She shouldn't have noticed, right?"
"So what if I found out? You can definitely be a distinguished guest above me." The grey parrot shrank his neck and muttered sourly. "There are some unworthy demon warlocks and demon believers here, what are you nervous about?"
"We've got a mission," Nemo said carefully.
"Oh, that's why you're dressed in this weird way." Bagelmoru's whole bird froze on the ground, and the high-spirited look just now disappeared. "Forget it... Now, if you want to kill, kill it. Anyway... Anyway, this piece of flesh and blood is already like this, but it's just consciousness returning to the abyss. I'll try to find a way..."
Its bird's eyes were wet and crying, and it was evident that it had completely fallen into the miserable situation it had imagined.
"Why do you think like that?" Nemo sighed feebly. "Why should I kill you?"
"Don't you know how scary you are?"
"Really? You're the only one on the team who reacted the most." Nemo frowned.
"That's because they're too stupid to have any idea!" Grey Parrot complained angrily, "Wait, you're here... shouldn't it be..."
"Well, let's see if there's any information about me here," Nemo admitted frankly, pulling the hood off his head and wiping the sweat from his neck. "Shouldn't you also..."
The grey parrot turned his head away, his tone slurred. "Otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night."
"How many did you find?"
"There is no clue." The grey parrot muttered, "But I'm still looking for information in the first room, and there are two more rooms behind."
Nemo then raised his head and looked at the library in front of him—if this was a room, the space would be a bit too wide. There are huge bookshelves, almost reaching the ceiling, and the surrounding walls are also lined with books. The door at the other end of the room didn't look as big as half a bar of breakfast butter.
He also felt a hint of despair for a moment.
"And you've got to deal with those books." Grey Parrot grew louder when Nemo didn't want to do it. "If you don't have enough strength, they won't be willing to open it for you. I just saw the bookshelf in the middle of this room. With my current strength, it takes three minutes to open a book. There is an ascetic who came here to read a book. I heard he's been here for ten years, and he hasn't been able to open the last row of this room—"
"There should be no surveillance spells here?" Nemo frowned, lost in thought.
"Yes, these books themselves." Bagelmore finally shook his feathers and stood up from the ground. "It's... this is a favor! Listen, waste... Wright. These books are bullshit and they'll scream and sound the alarm if they are forcibly opened or attempted to be taken away."
"...Then I'll give it a try." Nemo rubbed his hands together, his face a little tangled. "It shouldn't be forced."
"Try what?" Bagelmore suddenly had a bad premonition.
Nemo didn't answer it, he raised his hands and moved his fingers like he was playing an invisible piano.
The viscous black shadow quickly spread out, and the tsunami-like phantom slapped all the books in the first room. All the heavy books left their original positions, opened under the shadow of the shadow, and the pages turned frantically. The sound of rushing resounded throughout the huge room in an instant. Within five minutes, all the books closed neatly again at the same time. They take off like living creatures, shuttle quickly in the huge space, and return to their places.
Everything returned to silence, and the books lay quietly on the shelves again, if there was any difference—
"I did it alphabetically," Nemo said earnestly, looking completely relieved. "Did they put it all at random after reading the book?"
"..." Bagelmore didn't know how to respond for a while, "Did you just..."
"I'm done reading it." Nemo opened the bag full of prunes and shoved another one into his mouth. He thought for a moment, and threw one in the direction of the grey parrot. "I'm just trying to see if it's possible to recognize letters directly with abyss magic... It seems to be possible. But you're right, there really isn't any relevant information in this room."
The grey parrot stayed in place for half a minute, then swallowed the Shajiao plum numbly, without even responding. The books here are written in different languages, some of which are extremely rare ancient scripts, but the other party seems to be indifferent to it - a question that Bagelmore decided not to pursue.
"How do I get into the second room?" Nemo walked past the high bookshelf and walked directly to the door.
"Go straight in." Bagelmoru approached boldly, and stopped on Nemo's shoulders trembling, the magic jewelry on his body jingling.
The layout of the second room was similar to the first, except that the books looked closer to living things—they let out a terrified, screeching cry when they were opened. This time Nemo's face was a little ugly after returning the book. He knitted his brows in a rare way, and the usual softness between his eyebrows completely disappeared.
"Have you found the answer?" The grey parrot was shocked, and the expectation of the truth overshadowed its fear and anxiety at this moment.
Nemo didn't say a word, but went straight to the third room. The gray parrot clenched the gray-black robe in its claws, and the other party's reaction was absolutely abnormal. It began to wonder whether it should continue to stay here.
It felt like it came to a head when Nemo swung the restraint in front of the third door with a slight rudeness.
The third room was surprisingly small, about the size of a country hotel room. Books are no longer on the shelves, they are like deformed snails with pages on their backs, crawling against the wall with soft flesh on one side. The black eyes on the spine of the book looked down, revealing a little white.
"Those things are poisonous, you—" Bagelmore hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to remind him.
However, Nemo didn't unfold the shadow this time, he directly released the momentum belonging to the superior demon. Those happily crawling books froze in an instant and fell to the ground with a crackle, and the eyes on the spines spun wildly.
No, it's different. Bagelmore closed his mouth. Nemo Wright's aura was completely different from when he first entered the library. Even if he was flustered and nervous at that time, it was not as he is now—
Nemo was really expressionless at the moment, and Bagelmore could see that this "superior demon" was really confused and struggling. The black-haired youth dressed as a mage picked up a book himself, his face paler than ever before. He flipped eagerly, the leather pages fluttering from side to side under his fingers. Bagelmore tried to take a peek, but found that he didn't recognize a single word.
"How?" After half an hour, Nemo finally put down the last book. Bagelmore asked cautiously.
"Demons don't have the so-called innate knowledge." Nemo said very slowly, the books under his feet fled in all directions. "Knowledge can only be accumulated in person, or taken from others..."
"That's right," said Baglmore dryly. "How do you think I know the information on the surface? It's a pity that the corpse didn't have any knowledge at the time—"
"There's no record of any humanoid demons," Nemo interrupted Grey Parrot, his eyes lowered, staring at the wet marks left by the odd books.
"Yeah! I've said it before—" This time, the grey parrot stretched out his voice and waited for the other party to interrupt, but the other party didn't say a word.
No information was found to directly identify him. It's nothing, Nemo clenched his fists. This was what he expected... but he seemed to sense something else.
Although it was noon, Nemo was suddenly a little cold—after finishing all the books in the Church of the Abyss, he caught some unnatural detail that terrified him. Nemo raised his hand, and eighteen black shadows appeared in the air.
It was the image of the demon kings of all ages. Appearances range from vague descriptions to precise, their dimensions vary widely, their features are completely irregular, and they are all races that have never been seen before.
Is it really
Nemo stared at the eighteenth image, and after the death of the previous demon king, he was named "Death Scythe" Ulysses. At first glance, it looks distorted and weird, but if taken apart, its anatomy is somewhat similar to that of a multi-legged shadow beast on the surface. Other parts can also find similar parts and characteristics in the superior demons.
Not a single mistake. It was like a synthetic life based on a certain surface creature and absorbed the advantages of countless demons.
Nemo raised his hand again, and a row of corresponding names and information appeared below each image—"coincidence" was that there was a leader of a multi-legged shadow beast in the team of heroes who fought against the seventeenth-generation Demon King. The huge collection of books was turned into lines of words in his mind, and countless legends and documents with side descriptions or positive narratives hovered in his mind. If those contradictory points are removed and the overlapping points of all the data are integrated—
Sixteenth generation.
Fifteenth generation.
…
The first generation... The first generation is not actually the first generation. Before that, human beings had not flourished, and there was no data to test.
However, as long as there are records, he can find such an approximate "corresponding prototype". That prototype is sometimes the hero of the previous generation, sometimes a member of the crusade of the previous generation, and mostly the latter. What they have in common is very obvious. All surface prototypes are unbelievably strong, and none of them are human.
Can he assume that the "appearance basis" of each generation of demon kings is the same as the strongest creatures in the previous generation's crusade
Yes. The name of the hero has always given creatures that "give the last blow to the Demon King", but no one has ever said that the creature that "gives the last blow to the Demon King" is the strongest in the subjugation army. On the other hand, regardless of the specific laws, this should not be a message that can be conveyed after the individual dies. If the death information of the previous generation can be known to the next generation, are the demon kings really "naturally appearing" and "unrelated individuals"
There will always be, and there will always be only one. It's almost like something that's constantly evolving.
if. A vague thought crossed his mind, like a whisper in his ear. What if the strongest creature in the crusade of the Eighteenth Demon King happened to be a "human"
He was truly intimidated by the idea.
At the same moment, the room of the abyss bishop.
"Lord Delarion." Hagen lowered his head and lifted the hem of his skirt. "I'm sorry to disturb you at this moment."
"It's rare—it's you who came to contact me, Miss Ingram." A young male voice came from the communication crystal, "Why, is there another religious knight order to cause trouble?"
"It's just a small matter, but I think I need to confirm it with you. After all, this is about your reputation." Bagelmore's reaction was not that simple. Hagen adjusted his lady's gauze cap and shook his head secretly.
"Say."
"Do you still have a contracted demon warlock on the surface?"
"No. Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"
"...Nothing, I'm bothering you." Sure enough, she thought. Yet demon warlocks never - rather dare not - lie about "serving demons".
So who was the one who broke the rules? Or... which adult is it
,Wonderful!
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