Bagelmore was dizzy. Until the other members of the tumbleweed came out of the building, it still did not return to its senses. To be honest, when the word "Demon King" just came out of Wright's mouth, he wanted to deny and ridicule as before.
Collette didn't look like he was joking at all.
And when the tip of its tongue touched the drop of blood, the grey parrot finally realized that the terrible guess in his heart had come true.
It may be because of the difference in quantity, the degree of stimulation is far from the original, but the feeling is so similar that it makes it creepy. That is indeed the destructive power unique to the Demon King's flesh and blood. It is so violent that it seems to overwhelm everything - just less than a drop of blood, the power of this flesh and blood instantly returns to its peak, even stronger than the fresh flesh and blood of the body.
Bagelmore is confident that even if the parrot's body will limit the exertion of a considerable part of its power, its strength will not be worse than that of the average superficial demon.
Restoring strength is always a good thing.
It should feel hopeless, frozen in place by the fear engraved in its instinct. It's a pity that its fear and despair seem to be too high, and now there is a wonderful sense of relief and unreality—
The grey parrot squatted on Nemo's shoulder with great satisfaction, pecking Nemo's ear twice from time to time. The deep-rooted fear has been rooted in its head for too long, and it has begun to get used to it. The pleasure brought by "Bullying the Demon King" is quite new, and every time it brings the strange excitement of walking on the edge of death.
It was definitely the pride of all the Kravens in the abyss, and Bagelmoru puffed out his chest.
Ann, who had just walked out of the door, had a slightly brighter expression, and she was staring at the grey parrot that had been beaten with chicken blood in confusion.
"Don't worry about it." Nemo pushed the bird's beak away from his ear. "How's it going on your side?"
"Oliver should still be in the Island Court." Ann sighed softly, "But it's not very reliable after all. I have already arranged for someone to watch the prison in the capital of Alban."
"Thank you," Nemo murmured. He always had an uneasy feeling, and the bad premonition sent a chill down the back of his neck. "Are we going to Kenyatta now?"
"That's right. Kenyatta is still not very peaceful, it's better to sneak in." The female warrior scratched her short hair, "But Nemo, has it been a while? Although it is indeed necessary to check the location of the incident... You really don't Consider putting on a mission to find witnesses?"
"No." Nemo's tone was firm, "I have my way."
"Well, since... Dylan, what are you doing?" Ben'an's tone was deliberately softened, and the second half of the sentence instantly returned to its original shape.
"Very interesting information." Jesse hooked his fingers at the two of them. "Don't worry about that sheep, it won't be lost for a while - come in and have a look."
Nemo put the end of the leash around Baglmore's neck, and placed the grey parrot on the stone carving at the guild gate. He scowled at Jesse, convinced that there was no news that would really shock him. "...Sorry, I'm not in the mood to watch the fun right now."
"Oh, I understand. But there's a mutation in the frontier forest near Roadmark Town—" Jesse rubbed his lower lip with a smile. "I think you'll be interested."
In some unknown wilderness in the distance, black smoke has begun to rise from the woodland. It is estimated that the sparks splashed by the magic circle ignited the withered grass, and the center of the battlefield ignited.
Oliver finally put down the bone sword. The burly man in front of him called himself a killer, but he didn't seem hostile or malicious.
"Oliver Ramon." Oliver stretched out his hand and shook it, then stood up neatly, and took out the small branch stuck in the gap of the armor. "Have you met Lopez?"
"I've seen it once." Randy said in a sullen voice. "The horizon has a lot of dangerous people on the island, and they won't like this face." His tone became serious. "… But I remember Lopez had no relatives."
His words did not affect the speed of his movements, and Randy put the metal shield behind him. The thick shield plows up a row of dirt, and the crash of magic and metal explodes on the other side.
"...This face is a coincidence." Oliver grinned weakly, "Is that why you blocked me in the carriage just now?"
Randy shrugged.
Oliver gave him a grateful smile back, and reached out his hand to try to stand up the defensive spell. But the moment he began to channel his magic power, the severe pain in his neck struck again. Oliver gritted his teeth and remained standing.
"Don't use defensive spells, only physical defense is allowed here." Randy frowned at him, "You..."
Before he could finish speaking, Oliver shot again. He slashed the sword of rest forward horizontally, and the huge ice thorn grew with the sword energy-although it was not as strong as the ice shield, it could be considered to temporarily separate the two from the radiating chaos.
"Why did you work with me?" After doing all this, Oliver couldn't help but fell to one knee to resist the pain like an awl pierced into his temple.
"You look the best," Randy said flatly. "I'm not good at long, high-intensity battles, and I need a reliable collaborator for the time being. And you don't seem to know anything about the current situation."
Oliver forgot all the discomfort in an instant, his eyes swept from Randy's face to the other's sturdy muscles, then back to Randy's face again. No matter how you look at the person in front of him, he looks like a type with super endurance, one who can hit ten. He frankly expressed his doubts with his eyes.
The serious-looking killer ignored his questioning eyes. He stretched out his arm and held Oliver decisively: "How much do you know about the current situation, Mr. Ramon?"
"I don't understand at all." Oliver patted the other's arm and took a step back. "Thanks, I can stand on my own."
"Your team recruited Adrian Cross, I thought at the time that it was such an unreliable madman." Randy shook his head, "But your dazedness just now doesn't seem like a pretense, you are real Know nothing?"
"Yes." There was nothing to be proud of in admitting that he knew nothing, Oliver pressed his temple hard and squeezed the sentence out of his throat. "You can say anything if you like... I have three questions."
"Ask." Randy put up his shield, and the icicles around them began to crumble unnaturally.
"First, why are you fighting? Second, why can't you use defensive spells?" Oliver also raised his feet and put on a defensive posture. "Third...why are they laughing?"
Four or five prisoners rushed towards the two with wild smiles on their faces. One of the arms suddenly turned into dark purple smoke, rushing straight at Oliver. And Oliver took a quick step back, and his hand was a purification circle.
The smoke instantly dissipated under the white light, and the man let out a shrill scream: "It's a bastard who has been in the Rad Sect!"
This scream attracted the attention of many people, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, he could feel the hostility gathered in him suddenly a little heavier.
"I can answer the first two questions together." Randy raised his shield, and the edge of the shield hit the other person's abdomen directly, throwing him away. "Because this is the elimination test of the death row army, they only need sharp knives, and they don't need to focus on the type of defense. The more people kill, the better the initial treatment."
"That's why they're laughing—" Oliver jumped decisively, putting one foot on the edge of Randy's shield and leaping high. When he fell again, it was accompanied by the impact of the sword wind mixed with ice balls.
The enemy in front of him was forced to retreat a dozen steps.
"—Because of this?" Oliver fell back to Randy and finished the second half in a low voice. Since the Death Row Legion pursued combat power, he didn't want to expose his full strength early.
"You can say that." Randy slammed his shield on the ground, the ground rumbled, and the enemy who was just about to surround him sat down on the ground again. "You don't have to accept the death penalty, you can live comfortably, and you can legally kill -- as long as you survive the battlefield."
The two of them pushed aside the bushes and began to move towards the denser areas at about the same time.
"You are the killer." Oliver threw out a sword wind, and the annoying vines in front of him snapped. "Why don't you want to do it at this time?"
"This is me..." Randy frowned, just as he was about to answer, he suddenly froze.
Countless withered vine-like shadow vines stretched out from his shadow, entangling him in the same place. A thin figure emerged from the shadows, walked around to Randy, and mercilessly stabbed the killer's heart with the sharp knife in his right hand. Oliver pulled out his sword almost in the next second, but it was too late-
Randy did only one thing.
He pulled up the large and tattered black cloak behind him, and the flying black cloth firmly covered the rushing figure. The movements are slow and unhurried, like a magician on the stage. And his magic is equally miraculous, but with a strong blood color.
When he loosened the cloak again, the cloak was already soaked with blood, and the blood was not the killer's.
The sneak attacked mage staggered back a few steps and looked at the other party in surprise. He was like hitting some invisible pegboard in an instant, the wounds were numerous but not fatal - but if left alone, he would definitely bleed to death in a short period of time. The skinny man scolded swear words and slid away quickly.
Oliver dropped his sword, looking at Randy in shock. The killer's clothes were not complicated. The thin fabric on his chest was bulged up by his muscles. It didn't look like there was any sharp weapon or mechanism hidden.
On the other hand, the new head of Tumbleweed is not arrogant, but he also has considerable confidence in his own strength. He believed that he would not make a mistake in his judgment - at that moment, in a very short moment, the aura of two people undoubtedly appeared on the killer Randy. Not some kind of symbol, but two real people, two living people.
A wisp of snow-white slipped through the gap in the cloak, and a glance swept across his face.
It wasn't his delusion, Oliver was pretty sure.
what happened
If he hadn't sensed the existence of the "third person", Oliver could very naturally ignore Randy's tricks - after all, everyone has a few tricks to watch the house, and they are definitely not familiar enough to be able to shake off their old roots. But it was a human being, a living being who could appear and disappear in an instant.
Oliver swallowed his saliva, and he confirmed it carefully, and the breath on Randy's body returned to the previous situation. Since he was thrown into prison, the reality has become as absurd as a dream, and he finally thought that the current situation would be on the right track...
"Let's go." The tall and robust killer said in a deep voice, as if the attack just now was really just an ordinary attack.
Oliver didn't move, he frowned and began to think about the most polite way to ask. Randy helped him a lot, but it was also true that he was in an odd state. If possible, Oliver didn't want to completely tear his face with the other party just because of a little suspicion.
But before he could think of a suitable expression, the answer came out on his own.
A few cold lights flashed, and the fat surveillance worm fell to the ground and swallowed his breath very directly.
"It doesn't matter, Randy, he found me," said a voice.
The voice was crisp and sweet, and it sounded like it belonged to a young woman. Then a girl appeared in front of Oliver - her hair was as short as Randy's, only brilliant blond. The eyes are large, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and there is a natural smile. She is slender and sturdy, but she is a little short, and she looks less than 1.6 meters. I don't know if it is to make up for this, the petite girl is walking on strange shoes with exaggerated metal heels, which looks like she is stepping on stilts at first glance.
She came out of Randy, literally. Like the big young man was just a phantom, a cloud of colored smoke.
"Mora." Randy wiped his face vigorously. "It's too dangerous."
"He found me anyway. Isn't that right, sweet sir?" The young girl made an exaggerated grimace and pointed her slender fingers to herself. "Mora, the killer. And the girlfriend of this stupid stake."
There were sharp blades like hooks on her fingertips, and the blade was stained with red blood.
And there is no metal collar around her neck.
,Wonderful!
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