Oliver managed to control his chin so that he would not open his mouth stupidly. The girl who called herself Mora gave him a generous nod and made a casual greeting gesture, the blades on her fingertips gleaming.
"Oliver Ramon." He coughed, "Black Badge."
"Actually, I heard it just now, but I like polite people." The girl nodded with satisfaction, her tone very pleasant. "It stands to reason that we should have silenced you now—what a pity, we can't kill people at the moment."
Oliver was a little unsure whether to hold on to the hilt and make an initial defense.
"Don't make trouble, Mora." Randy moved his neck, and his joints made a muffled sound that wasn't very clear. "He's not malicious, at least not now."
"Of course I know, talkative!" The young girl pouted in dissatisfaction, "Didn't I scare him? Are you jealous?... You have to admit, Randy, he's much more handsome than you."
"..." The tall male killer turned his head away.
"Do you think I don't know?" Mora said quietly, "There was a lady with big breasts in the carriage just now. You turned your head to look at them several times, and your heart beat faster for a few seconds. Several seconds!"
"I… "
"Of course, I can understand." Mora pretended to wipe away her tears and sniffed. "So I decided to have a few more chats with this handsome young man, you can't have an opinion."
"..." Oliver saw the petite female killer approaching him, he quickly took a few steps back, and decided to remove himself from the flirting of the two people in front of him. "I have a boyfriend." His tone was very firm.
The two killers looked at him at the same time, one with grief, and the other with hidden joy.
"What a pity!" Maura looked like she wanted to beat the tree. "Maybe I can fall in love with you, so I can break up with this stupid stake—"
Randy still had that stern look on his face, now he was looking up at the sky and pretending he didn't hear anything. Suddenly he took a breath, and when he spoke again, his tone was not as relaxed as before.
"Mora." He only called her name.
The little girl and Randy quickly exchanged glances, and went straight back the same way, drilling back into each other's body - there was no obstacle to the interlacing of the flesh, instead of blending, Mora was more like walking into an opaque phantom. And just after her figure disappeared, a surveillance bug flew over staggeringly.
That makes sense, Oliver thought quickly.
Why does Randy claim that he can't fight high-intensity and long-term combat, why is he only equipped with a thick metal shield as a killer, why does his body move less when attacking - if the girl hiding inside him needs to be with him activity, all this can be explained.
But they have to act in complete unison if they are to keep things clear. The synchronization rate of their movements and the degree of mutual understanding between the two are absolutely terrifying. He couldn't even believe it was true.
"You are...?" he asked Randy implicitly. "What spell?"
"It's a curse." Randy casually held the shield and glanced at the surveillance bug from the corner of his eye. "It's been years, don't mind... shh."
Randy jumped into the bushes, and Oliver hid at about the same time he did. Heavy, cluttered footsteps mixed with heavy breathing hovered near them, and the thick smell of blood crept through the trees and into their noses. Those who wandered outside were more like some kind of dizzy beasts than humans.
"You asked me to cooperate... You want me to contain the enemy and minimize your range of movement." When the enemy outside walked away, Oliver whispered, "Miss Mora has to move on her own, right? What exactly is your synchronization... "
"Fourteen years of practice." Randy didn't look at Oliver, he pushed aside a bush and peered out. "Now you should worry about yourself, Mr. Ramon."
He glanced at Oliver with little emotion in his eyes. "I suggest you kill the guy just now. He was injured. It shouldn't be difficult for you."
"Why?" Oliver frowned.
"We have our purpose, but you'd better not be soft-hearted." The tall man's face was calm, "Even if you kill one, you can enter the mobile military camp and stay away from this ghost place. I only need one who won't stab in the back. Knife's temporary collaborator doesn't need a bad guy."
"Although you have to face endless wars, your chances of escaping are better than being trapped in a withered castle. To be honest, if you fall into a withered castle, your fate may be worse than those with no combat power."
Oliver shook his head slightly.
"...Aren't you Heizhang? Why is killing someone so long-winded?"
"I killed someone." Oliver lowered his eyes. "That felt terrible."
"These are not civilians, they were originally on death row."
"In theory, we are also on death row." He curled his lips weakly, "But at least I don't think I deserve to die."
Randy turned his face, eyebrows raised.
"If I'm giving myself a 'last resort' excuse now," Oliver took a deep breath, "then there will definitely be a second time, a third time—after all, there's never a shortage of excuses."
"Interesting, I'm starting to wonder what happened to you," Randy muttered.
A pillar of fire hit the bushes where the two were hiding, and Oliver quickly backed away. He gradually mastered the rhythm of coexisting peacefully with the collar, and the aggressive ice thorns skillfully erected the ice fence again, giving the two enough time to escape.
They had to last three hours, how long has it been now
Oliver kicked the ground quickly, rushed to the relatively dense area of trees, and silently estimated the time.
"Although I don't mind helping you out," Randy said as he ran. "In the first place, although Maura wasn't caught, she couldn't get this collar off."
Oliver chopped down a few trees with his sword energy, then carefully concealed his aura, hiding himself among the piles of branches and leaves. The sword qi moved forward all the way, going straight into the distance, creating a lot of momentum.
"Thank you for your kindness." Oliver didn't even dare to move his lips, and only spoke in an angry voice. "I'll find my own way... Actually, I don't know what I'm guilty of. Those people insist that I'm a silent knight, but I swear I'm not."
"...If you are a silent knight, the Church of the Abyss won't have such a bad reputation." Randy snorted and hid in the bushes skillfully. "In fairness—what you just cared about, about our curse."
The killer retracted his backing into the leaves and changed to a more natural sitting position, apparently taking all the time to recover his strength. Oliver moved out to make room for Randy.
Before taking a few steps, his hand pressed against something hard and was almost punctured. Oliver subconsciously glanced into the shadows—a reptilian skull was lying there quietly, the eye sockets and the huge temporal foramen were next to each other, the lower jaw part of the skull had long since disappeared, and the two canine teeth were still intact.
"In general, we can't touch each other." Randy said indifferently next to him. "We can't touch with things indirectly, just like that."
"But I can touch you." Oliver picked up the large skull, compared the size, and began to try to use magic to remove the dirt and stains on it.
"Yeah, so just a curse on the two of us."
"…is there a solution?" Oliver asked almost immediately after putting a few restraints on the bone.
"The easiest way is to break up, but it has never been successful." Randy still had that stinky face, but his eyes were much softer. "No way, I still like her the most, and she hasn't found someone she likes more. So we can only make do with the difficult path."
Oliver was a little sad, he probably knew what it was like to be unable to touch the person he loved. It's only been one day since he was separated from Nemo, and his mood has already begun to decline - what is the concept of fourteen years
Kurandi looked so peaceful, as if he was telling someone else's story.
"There's still half an hour." A voice clearly amplified by magic fell from the sky, "Please hurry up."
As soon as the voice fell, the storm swept away the broken trees that were piled up. Survivors have increasingly limited targets and attacks become more frantic. Finally someone broke out recklessly, and it seemed that it was not the death row army that was waiting for him, but the throne made of gold.
The two who had been cautiously fleeing finally could no longer escape.
"Let me see how long your 'kindness' lasts." Randy hummed, standing up. "Now you have to get serious, Ramon."
Facing the surging killing intent like a huge wave, Oliver buckled the skull on his head. It was just the right size under the processing of the spell—it should be the skull of a small earth dragon, with jagged teeth on the upper jaw and long canine teeth. still. The nostrils, eye sockets, and temporal foramen mingled together, and the porous, alien-shaped skull exuded a chilling breath of death.
The restraint technique took effect, and the skull covered the upper half of his face, successfully turning into a cold and eerie helmet. Although most of his face could be seen through the holes in the orbital bone and temporal foramen, no one would associate this face with the sun-scorching Head of the Horizon, against the backdrop of the gloomy bones.
"This is not 'kindness'." After successfully hiding his face, Oliver sighed and clenched the equally pale Sword of Rest. "this is only… "
He couldn't find the right word.
Even if he did kill, perhaps most people can understand his helplessness. But along the way, he has seen many people who are still sticking to their principles in a desperate situation. If he crosses his bottom line here, he doesn't think he can face those "ordinary" people with dignity.
If he is weaker, maybe he really has no choice. But that wasn't the case - he was strong enough, much stronger than the other, and Oliver knew that.
… then even that is stupid, unworkable, worthless insistence.
Compared with the countless self-questions that are doomed to no results in the middle of the night after giving up the principle. He chose to bear the price of perseverance, and he chose to have a good night's sleep with a clear conscience.
Nemo on the other side was staring at the flashing bulletin board, only to feel an extra piece of ice in his stomach.
"The cocoon of the superior demon?" Nemo's voice was very dry, and he was too lazy to hide it.
"Something that has only appeared in the last few days." Adrian Cross retracted his gaze, "It stands to reason that it can't hatch, it will be bound by the law. Roadmark Town will be fine for the time being."
"Don't be so sure, we don't have a complete... ahem." Ann stopped talking.
"...I have reservations about this." The knight commander glanced at Nemo, "If things get to that point, the guild should send a mercenary group of the first echelon. But you see—" The slender hand pointed under the light screen Half a point. "It's all about mid-level mercenary groups at the moment. I guess people from all religions are on their way."
"Isn't that great?" Jesse clapped her hands. "There must have been a lot of people going to Roadmark Town recently. The garrison over there must be going crazy. We just got in! Are you right, Mr. Wright?"
Nemo didn't answer, he slowly raised his right hand, then slowly grasped his left arm.
He had only mentioned it to the grey parrot not long ago. And that dark night, when his left arm was bitten off by the Ratliff wolf hunter, how did he feel
At that time, he didn't notice the loss of his left arm, but now Nemo can clearly recall the unnatural feeling of emptiness in his left shoulder, and the surrounding air became colder and colder. At that time, he was indeed willing to give up his left arm and get The freedom of the body, do everything in your power to survive.
"We move fast." His tone was extraordinarily resolute, with a hint of power that he couldn't detect himself.
"—that thing is dangerous, probably more dangerous than they thought."
,Wonderful!
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