The afternoon sun was warm and dazzling.
Fergil retracted his hand, he was not wearing a mask, and his usual bright smile disappeared at this moment. The tall man lowered his head and looked coldly at what was struggling on the ground—
It was the Demon Warlock they encountered when they first entered the door. He has basically lost his human form, closer to a mass of tar. The alienation was so severe that only a human-like head remained, and other parts were completely twisted into a dark, sticky oil.
At this moment, he was struggling to the death, and his shrill screams were bound in the narrow space of the silencer array, and he couldn't leak half a minute.
"Exorcist!" He roared, his wet body was melting, oozing out a lot of foul smelling blood. "How dare you... how can you use the Corrosion Charm! You filthy traitor!"
"Because it's very useful." Vergil's tone mixed with a sneer, "It's also very suitable for torture."
"You are obviously...!"
"Yeah, but I'm not the same garbage as you, 'Shoe the Piper'. Even human hunters know that hunting cubs is a very unwise choice."
"You..." The Demon Warlock who fell to the ground couldn't say anymore, his deformed body had turned into pus and blood. The only remaining head was like ice cubes soaked in hot water, and his mouth began to melt and deform, so he could only open his bloodshot eyes in vain.
Soon the head disappeared completely, leaving only the dirty and sticky blood on the slate.
Vergil slowly opened a vial and sprinkled the white powder on top of the blood. With a harsh squeak, the only trace of the demon warlock left in this world disappeared. He glanced at the position of the sun and briefly estimated the time. Shortly after noon, the inquiries went more smoothly than he imagined.
Next, find a few small characters to confirm the information. Virgil put on his mask again and stroked the rough walls of the church.
"Colestoro," he murmured, "wait for me a moment, okay?"
Library, third room.
There is a small tea table and two chairs in the center of the room. Nemo pulled one of them away silently, and put his entire body weight on it. He gripped the armrests of his chair and stared at the lamps hanging on the walls around the room. Due to its underground location, this cramped room has no windows. In addition to the hanging lamps, the roof has a recessed circular structure with a soft warm light from the edges.
It wasn't dark here, but Nemo only felt that the thick shadow had overwhelmed his knees and froze his calves.
"Baggarmoru." Nemo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, his voice was as small as he was talking to himself. "Why are you looking into me since you've already run away? Just because you're not sure about my race?"
The grey parrot hesitated.
If placed before, it will definitely ruthlessly say its own guesses. But now Nemo Wright's state is really not right - his tone has a strong negative intention, and he definitely senses something close to the answer, and he doesn't sound like that answer.
Bagelmore turned his head hard.
"Because of the breath." It finally chose to tell the truth carefully, not sure if it was a test of bad taste. "You... your breath doesn't look like you haven't experienced a battle. So what you said before on Nadine's side... " was untenable. It said in his heart, not daring to say it.
"So you think I might be lying." A wry smile appeared on Nemo's expressionless face. "Well, I can understand why you ran away."
"But I'm not lying," he added with difficulty, staring at a grain of wood on the tea table.
Nemo swept through the collection of Abyss Church. He thought that such a huge amount of information would take at least a few days to sort out. Unexpectedly, just like the fine pebbles thrown into the lake, the collection of books in the whole three rooms did not bring much burden to his brain. If the author of those books hadn't made an appointment to talk nonsense together, there are only two answers about his "race".
Or humanoid rogues who have never been recorded, contrary to all known laws of nature. There are records of all demons with some strength in the abyss, but the wanderers at the bottom of the abyss are still unknown. Maybe he was just trying to seal his memory so he could climb out of the abyss and look around. This possibility is not zero, but it is also miraculously remote - like the hope of discovering creatures exactly like humans from the deepest depths of unreachable ocean trenches.
Or a creature known to the world as a "Demon King".
He desperately searched for exceptions and counter-examples in those documents, trying to overturn his conjecture about the "Demon King". He did dig up more details, and those details, without exception, justified the absurd conjecture.
Nemo dipped his fingers into his black hair, resting his elbows on the edge of the tea table. He had never really expected a miracle, but for the first time he needed it so much.
It's not a problem with humans, it's okay with higher-level demons that have never been seen before. Any kind of monster will do. In this way his actions can be chaotic, aimless, or even out of curiosity.
But if... If it's the "Demon King".
The arrival of Bagelmore, Oliver's abnormally powerful force. Are they really "accidentally" traveling together? What if all encounters were prearranged
Nemo reached out, clutching the robe fabric on his chest, suddenly struggling to breathe. His body dutifully mimics a human, and the blood rushes into his brain, making his head a little dizzy.
Assuming that the "Demon King" is really a "one" creature that continues to evolve, then it has existed for tens of thousands of years. He is still "Nimo Wright", but once the memories that are really hidden in the dark come together, is he still "himself"
He has never been able to truly fear death, and can easily give up everything in front of him. If that's because he subconsciously knew that he wouldn't really die, then everything "doesn't matter" to him in the end...
Nemo opened his hands and slapped his cheeks hard, making a very loud "snap" sound. The grey parrot, who was concentrating on his words and expressions, was so frightened that all his feathers exploded.
"It's all hypothetical—" Nemo said to himself sternly, forcing himself to cut off his train of thought. "No evidence."
"Did you get what you wanted?" A sultry female voice sounded in the direction of the room's entrance. Nemo raised his head sharply, all his attention being captured by the thought that had just come. He didn't even notice the arrival of Bishop of the Abyss, Hagen Ingram.
"Don't be surprised." Hagen pulled the chair across from Nemo, straightened his skirt, and sat down. "I just made sure to confirm with Lord Della Laineen that you are not his servant."
She didn't come alone, two knights in grotesque costumes stood silently on either side of the small tea table. They were dressed in jet-black matte armor, their cloaks of unknown material, and thin black smoke billowing from the irregular ends.
The abyss bishop gestured to the two knights, and then took off the delicate black gauze hat.
Nemo blinked.
Her head was indeed three or four times bigger than the average person, and she had a pretty face—if there was only one face on it. Four or five pretty faces were crowded on her head, even taking up the space of her scalp. Four or five pairs of eyes stared at Nemo at the same time. Nemo would have been twice as nervous when they had just met.
It's a pity that Nemo has completely lost his nervousness now, and he just stared straight into one of the other's eyes with a blank face.
"I read that right, you really are an interesting person." Hagen raised his hand, a book that didn't have time to climb into her palm, and her tender white fingers with bright red nails pinched the flesh of the book. pinch. "These books have been... so which one are you?"
Bagelmore quietly hid behind Nemo.
"Which one?"
"Being able to open the records related to the Demon King, you are definitely a Demon Warlock and above." She tilted her head, this should be a playful move, but it was only scary when she did it. "And your twist is too small, and the movement of holding the staff is a little jerky, that's not a problem for a powerful demon warlock. Lord Bagelmoru is also very interesting to see your reaction, that's not a problem. Like surprise, that's fear."
The church that worships the Demon King, Nemo smiled bitterly in his heart, and a bunch of nonsense rolled through his head. He really hoped that the Demon King had some unique mark or feature, so that he and the Church of the Abyss could give each other a happy answer. Out of some wondrous state of mind, Nemo found himself unable to regain his nervousness. He even thought the situation was a little funny.
Nemo's head was now full of only one definite thought—she had noticed him, and he had to deal with it, or he couldn't explain it to Mr. Vergil at all.
Possibly misunderstanding Nemo's silence, Hagen paused for a moment and then spoke again: "Since you didn't call your name, may I think... you didn't come to cooperate with us?"
"I just came to find some information." Nemo responded cautiously, "I don't want to attract unnecessary attention."
"Then you really picked a bad time." Hagen put on his veil and let out a sigh. "Can I chat with you?"
"Please." Nemo replied quickly, while carefully observing the other party's reaction. Hagen should know that he is a superior demon, but her attitude has not softened, and she even seems to be able to do it with ease.
"I have received a lot of eccentric adults." She said tactfully, "To be honest, I don't want to interfere in your actions. Even if you don't take us seriously, you are a noble messenger from the abyss to us. .But the situation is really special now... You may not know it yet, O'Lore is coming, and you don't want to meet him."
Nemo rummaged for the name in his mind for a moment, and the first thing that came up was the two bloody words "Superior Demon Killer" and "Guardian of Order".
"He will only appear at your new moon sacrifice," Nemo said slowly, "but there are still two weeks before the new moon."
"No, I don't know why this year... He's already heading in this direction. If our intel is correct, he'll be here in two days."
"So you plan to sacrifice in advance."
"Precisely, it's not 'Olori will only appear at the Crescent Cult', but 'The Crescent Cult is created because he will appear'. Now you know the situation."
She crossed her fingers and rested on the small tea table. "Will you help us fight him off, my lord?"
"What if I refuse?" An idea suddenly crossed Nemo's mind, he said in a deep voice, carefully showing a little momentum.
"Then please leave immediately."
"Unfortunately, I'm not going to take orders from a demon warlock."
"Then there's no way." Hagen stood up and set up the chair. She took two steps back and saluted. "excuse me."
A complex magic circle instantly appeared on the originally empty stone brick floor. The magic circle specially used to restrain the superior demons, thanks to the fresh knowledge just harvested today, Nemo recognized this thing at a glance. It can only make the superior demon incapacitate for a short time. Nemo moved his fingers quietly at an angle that Hagen couldn't see—obviously, it didn't work for him.
But he didn't move.
Two knights stood beside him, two pale bone swords crossed across his chest. The small white magic circle floated along the bone sword.
"Corrosion charm," Hagen explained kindly, "Please don't move, I think you know what this is... After all, it's a once-in-a-three-hundred-year-old event. Even as a distinguished guest, we don't want you to cause any trouble. ."
Grey Parrot shivered, and consciously stood on Nemo's shoulder. Hagen glanced at it, and a few chuckles leaked from behind the black veil.
"I didn't expect you to learn the surface religion... You don't have to pretend to be so polite." Nemo said quietly, twitching the corners of his mouth. "If I remember correctly, every time Orori comes, you will sacrifice a piece of the flesh and blood of a superior demon to the Demon King."
"You're going too far." She replied with a smile, "Demon Warlock also has the flesh and blood of superior demons in his body. Of course, we won't attack you. It's just a temporary grievance for you, please don't mind."
"Take our guest into the dungeon," she ordered. "Give him the best room."
,Wonderful!
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