Nemo froze, as if being licked by a huge barbed tongue. He could clearly hear the worm's continuous hissing of rage, and the disgusting green slime came up from behind, over the soles of his shoes. This time Oliver slashed it hard, and it was clearly mad.
He had absolutely no courage to look back.
At this time the distinction between civilians and soldiers is fully revealed. An did not stop at all, carrying a man taller than himself was undoubtedly a strength. She adjusted her posture, lowered her body's center of gravity, and was instantly ready to retreat.
"Follow me." She instructed hurriedly and quickly. Oliver struggled a few times and seemed to want to jump off the ground. An Teng shot him and slashed his head hard. "This thing is very stupid. It will attack larger targets first. As long as it runs to a place with many people, I have a way to escape."
"…but it will attack other people." Nemo put down his just-raised foot, and the soles of his shoes stepped into the mucus, making a crunching sound that made people's backs ticklish.
"I don't want to make a moral debate with you now, those people are dead. If you have an idea, you can say it, and if you don't, just follow my instructions honestly." Amber's eyes were fixed on the worm that was still roaring and struggling. "Or you can choose to die pointlessly, like the fool just now."
Run away. His desire to survive whispered in his ear. Run away, it's not a mistake to want to live. Ann doesn't think it's wrong, they have no choice, even if those people are alive now, they will be eaten by worms in a while - even if they survive, the test is far from over.
He didn't know anything, and Ann was more experienced and more determined than him, which was not what he meant. Yes, he does everything—
He closed his eyes in pain, instinct and conscience tearing his soul apart. His lungs were still aching, his heartbeat was strong, and every corner of his body was ferociously rejecting death. And death roared behind him, trying to turn him into a rotten corpse too.
"No," he said hard.
Ann looked at him silently, expressionless.
"No." As if trying to convince himself, he raised his voice and repeated it again, no longer suppressing the trembling in his voice.
"I see," Ann said, turning quickly and leaving, and she didn't go well. Oliver was not stunned by her, he gathered some strength and broke free in one breath - even though he was exhausted, he came to kneel as soon as he got down.
"We don't agree." Oliver staggered to his feet. "Ms. Savage, let's go. If we can survive, at least I'll find..." Nemo seemed to know what he was going to say, and gave him a look. Oliver quickly changed his mind. "... We will go to you to fulfill the agreement."
An glanced at the hilt of the sword that happened to fall at her feet, bit her lip, and her face was pale.
"Thank you for your care these days." Oliver lowered his head.
Seymour Worm finally got rid of the ice shell and was shaking the ice on his body. Ann didn't respond, she didn't move, she just stood there, staring at them both coldly.
"As for it?" The grey parrot fluttered its wings and said unhurriedly, "The Seymour worm tastes great! I used to go to the shallows and eat a few. You took my strength, and you can't even connect mine. I'm afraid of snacks-"
"What do I need to do?" Nemo asked very seriously, without sarcasm or ignorance. He clutched the metal staff tightly, not even realizing that he had deformed it.
"Just show hostility to it!" said the grey parrot, "I'm really surprised that you didn't even have the slightest sense of confrontation in your barren head."
Still fighting, even if the worm lay flat and let him fight, Nemo didn't think he could cause any substantial damage. He took a deep breath, raised his staff to the worm, and thought he was going crazy. The worm ran over as if it hadn't seen him.
A hand pressed against his back.
"What I'm going to say next may be disrespectful," Oliver whispered. "I trust you, Nemo. It's not some hot-blooded rhetoric—just this morning, you gave me more pressure than this stuff. ."
Nemo gasped in panic, realizing that this was the first time Oliver had called his name. He squeezed a bit of sobriety from the frantic shards of thoughts.
If the power of Baglmore could go back when he died, there was no way that grey parrot could protect him from Ann. In other words, the parrot couldn't lie to him and give it away in vain. It looks like an old god now, and it really thinks that this thing is not something to be afraid of. Yes, he must be capable of defeating it, if only he—
It's a pity that his eyes hurt from staring, and the Seymour worm is still roaring forward, and it is about to hit them. The front end of the staff even touched its skin, and its teeth almost poked into his jaw.
Please, disappear quickly.
Nemo rattled his teeth, but kept his eyes open, ready to pay for his stupid persistence.
But neither the cold sucking sensation nor the pain of teeth piercing the skin appeared. The worm stopped, and even closed its round mouth, pale spheres emerged from its black skin, and its cross-shaped pupils opened, staring straight at its prey that was too short for it.
Nemo tried to build momentum by looking at each other at first - but he soon discovered that this thing had too many eyes, and he didn't know which to look at. And Seymour Worm just stared at it and did nothing. Nemo even tried taking two steps back when his nervousness dissipated a bit—the cross-shaped pupils moved with his movements.
One minute.
It stared at him.
five minutes.
It was still staring at him earnestly, and Nemo was starting to get a little embarrassed.
"I said..." As soon as he opened his mouth, the Seymour Worms roared together. Nemo closed his mouth, and it was still roaring on and off, much higher than before.
Nemo turned around tentatively for a few seconds, the worm seemed to be stuck to the ground, and there was no sound of its body twisting. The red light silk cage disappeared when the worm was frozen, and people in the distance had already run away. Nemo rubbed his chin, announcing with a little joy. "…I think we can run away now!"
He even turned around and gave Oliver a forcible high-five.
An opened his mouth, but said nothing. She still didn't show any emotion, just pointed them in the direction wordlessly. After the three ran for a while, Nimot turned back to confirm. Seymour Worm remained motionless, as if thinking about some difficult life problem. Without a doubt, he succeeded.
"What's going on?!" Thorne was about to put his face on the screen. "What did that black-haired boy do—"
Fenrir didn't know when he came over, and also stared at the worm on the screen. "What did it detect, what's the origin of that young man?"
"Nimo Wright." Thorne opened his fingers, and a wanted notice appeared in his hand. "It's not a homeless... I see, Orphan, who used to work at the library in Signpost, Alban. Charged with using demons to attack the village and brutally murdering Piper Ramon with Oliver Ramon. Etc. , Savage picked two freshly wanted criminals?"
"Devil believer, where is his familiar?"
"It is said to be this grey parrot." Thorne pulled another light screen closer, "I saw this breed for the first time. But it stands to reason that the closer the appearance is to a normal animal, the lower the strength should be. It can suppress the Seymour worm. , it can't be a normal demon anyway. I said Fenrir, could it be..."
"No, Wright is not alienated. And I have seen the Seymour worm against the demon warlock. After the opponent released hostility, it ran away. This bird has no meaning to escape. It is estimated that the bird is a new type of intermediate demon. Bar."
"I haven't seen a Demon Warlock yet," Thorne muttered, sounding a little distressed.
"Trust me, you won't want to see it." Fenrir narrowed his eyes and looked at the black-haired youth who was busy running away in the light screen. "In every sense of the word, they're pure lunatics."
There was a sudden rustling from under the tree, and Fenrir glanced down. The giant snake, which had been trying to attack them just now, finally gave up. It went down the tree in dismay, and quickly met a short-legged rabbit passing by.
It stood up, hissing snake letter. The rabbit seemed to be frightened, shivering in place, and wailing in a low voice.
He was startled.
No, it shouldn't be possible. Fenrir shook his head sharply, as if to get the ridiculous thought out of his head.
"That Ramon isn't bad either," Thorne was still muttering, "and he could still stand after unleashing so much power, if it wasn't for his sword shattering—"
"Thorn, let the bug go over and take a good look at his sword," Fenrir said suddenly.
To be honest, this is a bit difficult. The ice debris on the scene is mixed with dust and mucus spewed by worms. Finding metal fragments in it is as difficult as finding a needle in a straw pile. Fortunately, they were lucky—the hilt was not drowned in green slime, and the worm returned the clearest image with a fearless spirit.
"...Looking at the state of the fracture, the blade probably turned into powder," Thorne said. "Unfortunately, if it's a better quality sword, it might be able to play—"
"No." Fenrir frowned. "Thorn, you're not a swordsman, you don't understand. A sword being destroyed by the force itself and being destroyed by an unbearable force are two completely different things."
"How to say?"
"The former is more common. If the move is more destructive, the sword is easily damaged. The power is first stimulated, and then the blade is destroyed from the outside... This is usually the case."
"Isn't it?"
There was still some metal dust on the hilt, and it glowed in the sun with a small and beautiful brilliance. Fenrir backed away from the light screen, his expression beginning to look cautious and serious—Thorn knew very well that something bad was about to happen if their leader made that look.
"The situation of Ramon is another - the strength of the swordsman is too strong, the material of the sword body collapses from the inside because it can't bear it, and the moves released only represent the limit that the material itself can bear. Oliver Ramon is not because of using Weak with all his strength, he was devoured by the part of his power that he did not successfully export. Do you know what that means?"
Thorne spread his hands and shrugged. He's not a fighter, and it's hard to comprehend this long explanation quickly.
Fenrir sighed, feeling this long-lost feeling. He was too old to be shaken by the goodness of others, but the fact that he had to say it himself gave him a subtle sense of frustration.
"If you don't talk about fighting skills at all, just talk about strength - as long as Oliver Ramon's sword is not paper, then his power is definitely higher than mine."
"I know Ann Savage's style of doing things, and she must be looking for these two young wanted criminals to work together to save trouble - they haven't had time to be wooed by other Black Badge organizations, and they won't have any outlandish ambitions. The two of them It has some strength in itself, and it doesn't look like an aggressive type. If I want to act alone, I will definitely choose such a black badge team."
"A little bit of strength... Ha, I think she should have found out by now. She picked up two fake monsters this time."
,Wonderful!
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