"If you thought O'Lorrie would come at the same time, you'd be wrong—"
"Eurore?" Oliver stopped for a few seconds while holding the spoon in his hand. "Who's Olore?"
"..." The knight of judgment narrowed his eyes, squeezed the edge of the soup bowl, and studied the opponent's reaction. Unfortunately, to his dismay, the reaction did not appear to be fake. "Are you really just here for general tasks?"
"Hmm." Oliver scooped a bowl of soup for himself, carefully staring at the movements of the Judge Knight, ready to release ice thorns at any time. "Either way, tell me a little bit more, and I'll show you some information about our mission. The records of the Mercenary Guild can't be falsified—how about this business?"
"How about starting with your name?"
"Let's talk about this." Oliver laughed dryly. After all, their advisors were once famous, and no one knew whether he had been blacklisted by the Radist as the head of the group. "Look, I am also a black badge. I don't want to be missed by the trial knights. Don't make trouble with us little people."
The Fuller goat behind Oliver cooedly rolled out his tongue and began to try to chew Oliver's hair.
Judgment Knight Parrish Sherman held his forehead helplessly.
Although he personally hates Heizhang, if this team doesn't mean to disrupt the situation, he really doesn't have any need to fight against each other. On the other hand, the equipment of this team is terribly shabby, not like a strong type - when was the last time I saw a regular team that used Fuller goats to transport the whole team's supplies, ten years ago
The young man in front of him seemed to be the leader of the team. He looked young, and he didn't speak in a pretentious manner—don't say anything, his tone was even a little too cautious. He is also very skilled in cooking food, and it can be seen that he does a lot of chores.
Snake level, Parish frowned. Obviously, he launched the attack first, and then considering the strength of this person to easily repel him before, everything makes no sense at the moment.
These two were completely different from the arrogant and domineering black chapters he had come into contact with before. The two leisurely black chapters are now carefully tending the pot of soup, as if that is the most important thing in the world - tourists who say they are going the wrong way can believe it.
What the hell is this team doing
"Actually, I don't know much about Aurore." Ann soaked the bread in the jerky soup and ate it. "I remember he wasn't an enemy of the Rudd. What was he here for?"
"Intelligence for intelligence." Parrish sat upright and drank the soup with a straight face.
"You speak first."
"why?"
"The soup is ours," Ann said solemnly. "And the soup is our most expensive jerky."
"..." Now Parish is certain that this Black Badge team really has no such thing as "pride" at all.
"Judgment Knight Parrish Sherman, I'll record the battle between O'Lore and the Church of the Abyss." He held the soup bowl in both hands and placed it carefully in front of his body. "It's your turn."
"We're here to go sightseeing." Oliver thought about his words. Mr. Fergil's mission is completely open, and it should not be a problem to reveal one point - he activated the black seal, covered the key information with spells, and briefly showed the other party the content of the next mission. "Our client wants to enter the catacombs of the Church of the Abyss... uh, look. He appointed one of us to accompany him."
"Are you kidding me?" Parrish took a deep breath. "If this is illusion, I have to say..."
"No, Mr. Vergil, he really—"
"Who?" Parish shouted abruptly, and the Fuller Goat took a step back in fright.
"Duran Vergil." This time it was Ann's turn to frown.
"Describe what he looks like." Parrish stared into Ann's eyes.
"Intelligence for intelligence." Ann shrugged, "You scared our sheep."
This time, the trial knight was silent for a long time. After a while, he seemed to make up his mind: "What do you want to know?"
"You said before that we 'really pick the time', I hope you can explain it." Oliver said before Ann this time, "and—if Mr. Vergil is who you think, will you be against him? "The Trial Knights don't lie, and that's a good point when negotiating.
"No," Parrish replied quickly, "if it's really that person, then it's just a personal matter of mine, nothing to do with the Radism - I swear to Danny that I'll never do it unless he starts killing people indiscriminately. Get out."
"Okay, we'll tell you what Mr. Vergil looks like." Oliver also put down the soup bowl. "After you."
"There is a powerful superior demon slumbering in the Church of the Abyss, and those crazy cultists have been working to wake it up." Parrish snorted, "Although Orori is also a superior demon, it has been dedicated to awakening it. Eliminate those unstable factors that 'may cause mass destruction', so it is on our amnesty list. According to records, it will come here once every three hundred years to strengthen the seal of the superior demon."
"Then there was a conflict with the Church of the Abyss." An received.
"According to the literature, this has been the case the last few times." Parrish's tone was very serious. "I need to observe and document the process and outcome of the conflict to make sure nothing unexpected happens."
"I have an impression, isn't Ororui known as the 'superior demon killer'?" An raised his eyebrows, "Wouldn't it be better to just kill the one in the Church of the Abyss?"
"It's probably because the Abyss Church's one is too powerful." Parrish's voice was filled with disgust, "otherwise it wouldn't have been offered to those lunatics, and they all hoped that it would wake up and realize what they called it. The... 'The sky falls, the abyss rises'." He sneered a few times. "O'Lori will come early in these few days. If you're not here to stir up the waters, or you're simply disgusting with longevity - now it seems likely that it's the latter."
"That superior demon... shouldn't happen to be sleeping in the crypt of Silent Church," Ann murmured, throwing the last of the bread into the soup bowl.
"That's not clear." Parrish shook his head. "Our intelligence is not so detailed."
Despite what the other party said, an ominous premonition crawled across Oliver's back in an instant. "Mr. Vergil, who entrusted us...a little over 1.9 meters tall, with brown skin, short brown-gray hair, and brown-yellow eyes. Carrying a lot of things on his back, he looks like a painter." Warlock" section.
"It's him." Parrish sighed fiercely. "Damn, he definitely has a purpose."
"How to say?"
This time, Parish didn't plan to bother with them about intelligence issues: "He has infiltrated churches of various religions several times to steal research results on erosion spells. But he has also been working on exorcising demons, and his enthusiasm is terrifying, so everyone Usually turn a blind eye to him. I just find him a little unpleasant, but in front of his achievements... I have no position to talk about hostility."
"Does the Church of the Abyss also conduct research on erosion spells?"
"Yes." Parish affirmed Oliver's question, "Infiltrating the tomb may be just a pretense. Fergil is best at mind control, whether it is a human or a demon, as long as his strength is lower than him, he will never escape... What is your expression? "
"Oh, nothing, you continue." An dry coughed twice.
"… definitely can't escape his control. But don't worry, your teammates are not a demon warlock." Parish looked hard to hold back a roll of eyes, "I hope I did not misjudge - you don't look like I'm lying, since you guys have no intention of getting in the way, I have to keep going that way."
"Do you mind if we go together?" Oliver stood up, and Ann raised her eyebrows.
"what?"
"Our client seems to be hiding a lot of things." Oliver said word by word, "Before the task is completed, I have to consider raising the price in person."
No wonder, Oliver answered in his heart with a stern face. Hopefully the "passionate" exorcist doesn't try to control Nemo - to be honest, he's not too worried about Nemo being really under control, and what might happen next is the point.
Nemo's identity must not be revealed. Mr. Cross and Dylan hadn't reached the Church of Silence yet, and no one knew if they would meet Nemo in time. The one-time communication crystal in his hand is one-way again, and there will be nearly a whole day before the sunrise tomorrow - but if something goes wrong, they need to ensure that all the combat power is present.
It was only the first day, and he adjusted his breathing. You still have time.
And the person Oliver was worried about was looking at the special dungeon of the Abyss Church with interest.
This is more like a high-end room than a prison. If you ignore the tapestry painted on the wall with the Imprisonment Array, and the wallpaper inlaid with the erosion spell. Comfort is almost here. Nemo picked up a few biscuits from the saucer on the tea table, chewed them, and was relieved to find that they tasted better than dry food.
The long-lost sweetness calmed his mood a little.
The Church of the Abyss is very cautious. There is not even a surveillance circle connected to the outside world, preventing any possibility of two-way influence. It's a pity that this is only a room for "high-level demons with only one piece of flesh". No matter what his race is, it will definitely not be able to stop a complete superior demon - rather than let the Abyss Church watch nervously, it is better to let them think that they have been locked up.
"Baggarmoru," Nemo whispered, taking another biscuit. "Attack the wall... don't shiver, 'please' attack the wall."
The gray parrot still shivered and spewed out a pitch-black ball of light, which smashed towards the wall, and dissipated a second before hitting the wall.
"Uh, seriously, don't shiver. Do you want some biscuits?" Nemo was a little helpless, and he even missed the arrogant "Lord Bagelmore" for a few seconds.
"Lord Bagelmore" didn't touch the biscuits in Nemo's hand. It trembled and pecked the small biscuits on the plate, almost pecking the biscuits away.
"Weakened, imprisoned and eroded." Nemo recognized the reaction of the circle. The construction of the magic circle is very delicate, and this room is by no means ready in just a few days - in other words, it is not prepared for him. A church that believed in the Demon King actually carefully set up a special cell for the superior demons. Looking at the response of the abyss bishop, they also have a lot of research on how to deal with the higher-level demons.
If he guessed correctly, in the expectations of the Abyss Church, the last "guest" here should be O'Lori.
Still not sure if he would be a sacrifice though, Nemo rubbed his chin with his fingers. The higher-level demons who are imprisoned for no reason will indeed feel angry, but there are many higher-level demons behind the Abyss Church who secretly support them, and ordinary higher-level demons will not offend their compatriots on the surface because they lose face.
He had to find out if Hagen Ingram was lying—it was all about the next plan, after all.
Nemo opened his lips slightly and took a deep breath.
Jesse Dylan had said to him that he was "just cognitively bound," and he knew now that there was nothing wrong with that statement. The cognition of ordinary mages will be bound by power, and the limited power makes them unable to do things beyond their ability. He was the exact opposite—his power grew by knowing what he knew from his heart.
If he thinks he is an ordinary person, then he is an ordinary person. If you firmly believe that you are a demon warlock, you can indeed exert the power to match it, and now...
to imagine. No spells, no runes - imagine and make it real.
Nemo closed his eyes, he drew his power frantically, and the invisible web of peeping suddenly spread out. He wants to see every detail of this church, and then—
He gasped, and the biscuit in his hand fell to the ground.
Compared with the location of human sacrifices, compared with the military branch of the Silent Church, compared with the mysterious underground tomb, he discovered something more striking. Since he stepped into the Church of Silent, all the details of the conflict have been answered.
The asymmetrical distorted shape, the thick incense and the vaguely rancid smell, and the slightly higher temperature in the room.
It is alive.
He saw something in the stone bricks, this huge and majestic building was built on the bones of a giant beast. Those solid bones have become the most reliable pillars of the church, but this is only a part, and Nemo can see more at this time.
The sight before him is not unfamiliar. The situation of this superior demon was exactly the same as the Pandoratel bound by the mercenary guild during the Black Chapter test. The same part. The body is exposed to the surface, while the other part is bound by the law in the abyss, stuck in the cracks of the law. But unlike Pandora, the demon's above-ground parts are almost nothing but skeletons. It was dying, rotting alive every minute and every second.
...but it's still alive.
,Wonderful!
(m.. = )