Demons and beasts were the first to discover the mutation of the frontier forest, much earlier than humans.
It was a bloody human arm. Randomly thrown into the damp underbrush by the garrison of Roadmark, it would normally rot quickly before turning into a shattered corpse not uncommon in the frontier forests. But instead of rotting, it maintained its original state in the hot and humid woods, and faintly exuded an aura that made the demons very uncomfortable. Even ordinary insects and beasts without demonic blood subconsciously avoided the strange flesh and blood.
It just lay quietly among the rotting leaves and bark, the growing power tempting the surrounding creatures, but the aggressive power fluctuations pushed them away.
Until a wounded earth dragon swallowed it.
The Polkadyosaurus has a medium IQ and is quite large, but his reflexes are neither quick nor overly complicated. People don't have much interest in this mid-level demon - the earth dragons live in the dark lair deep in the frontier forest, the meat is thick and poisonous, and the scales, skin and bones are useless. They only travel in small groups in small areas, looking for eggs, rotting flesh, and thick, juicy water mushrooms from other creatures. Especially the latter.
Earth dragons often swarm through bushes, sniffing rotting roots and marking tree stumps that might grow mushrooms. They are extremely cautious, and once a powerful predator approaches, the Polkadians will quickly withdraw under the command of the leader.
Everything just started with an accident.
From time to time, humans will hold test activities in the forest, and the life in the forest has long been used to it. But not long ago, a superior demon appeared in this event inexplicably, but fortunately, he voluntarily sacrificed his flesh and blood. Aggressive predators succeeded in getting a piece of the pie, and their strength skyrocketed—the balance in the forest began to tip.
This of course does not include the cautious earth dragons. It is a pity that after the Pandoratel left the broken flesh and blood, this cautiousness turned into the cause of disaster - under the judgment of the leader, no earth dragon went to eat the flesh and blood of the Pandoratel, so he also No one can resist a natural enemy that suddenly becomes stronger. The number of earth dragons has dropped sharply, and the survivors are running around on the way to escape all day long.
And finally nowhere to go.
The Earth Dragon leader lost an eye and a leg. The flesh on the chest was torn apart by the fangs, revealing the white ribs. Its companions screamed in its ears, and the young earth dragon didn't even have a chance to hatch.
Its population is about to disappear.
There was a vague and painful moan in the throat of the earth dragon leader, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Regret tormented it along with the poison that seeped into the wound. The dying demon bowed his head and nosed the broken arm that arched the ground.
As an unintelligent creature, its idea is simple and straightforward - it will die horizontally and vertically, it is better to try to become stronger and win a chance for its relatives.
The flesh and blood of the superior demon, isn't there another piece here? Even if the instinctual repulsion and fear made its brain numb, the excessive power fluctuations almost took away its strength to stand. Even if it is afraid, very afraid. This is still an option. The instinct for survival and the responsibility of the leader were torn from each other in the small skull of the earth dragon, which was almost thrown into chaos.
The earth dragon let out a small whimper, struggled in place for a long time, and finally swallowed the severed arm into its belly.
Then it sank all into thick darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, it finally saw the light again. The world has never been so clear, and the majestic power is constantly pouring out of the body. But what followed was pain, the pain of the body melting and deforming, and the heart almost bursting. The earth dragon instinctively sensed something was wrong, and it could smell the breath of death clinging to the front.
But that's okay. It thought in a daze, it still had time to clean up the opponents of the ethnic group. Despite being puzzled by the suddenly smaller trees and mountains, it looked up and began calling out to the Clan mournfully.
Disciplinary bishop Felix Waldron was in a state of rage.
Since arriving at Lubiao Town, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. The admonitions of the trial knights to the commoners didn't really work, and the number of adventurers who left was far less than the number of adventurers who came to inquire about the news. Under the instruction of the bishop of the precepts, the judge knights of the Rudd religion have set up the highest level of defense. In order to ensure a quick enough response, half of the troops were on standby in the area next to the meat cocoon, while the other half stepped up inspections and threw every nearby demon believer into the dungeon.
This thing is dangerous, the Discipline Bishop intuited. The current situation cannot tolerate the people of the Abyss Church to disrupt the situation, although the Abyss Church has just been taken over to the headquarters, and its vitality is greatly damaged. You mustn't let yourself down because of this.
"Pull the Dragon Breath Stone Fort to the southwest corner. The defensive formation there is too weak and may be used as a breakthrough point." He ordered in a hoarse voice, "Where's the devil poison? Are you ready? We have to do the worst. plan-"
A violent earthquake struck suddenly, and the sound of tearing flesh and blood resounded through the night sky. A mass of deformed creatures fell from the cocoon, and then the meat cocoon melted and disappeared like hot wax.
A strong sense of oppression followed, like a blacksmith hammer smashing all the ribs in his chest in an instant. Even under the protection of the magic circle, the preceptor bishop still vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Team Seventeen, go to Lubiao Town!" The no longer young Bishop of Discipline bent down slightly, his tone trembling. "Go to the place with the most people to stabilize the scene and guide them to evacuate! This is a superior demon, a complete superior demon..."
What slid out of the cocoon looked like an immature dragon embryo, not a healthy and normal creature. It uttered a sharp and unpleasant howl, crawled on the ground, and seemed to be struggling - a black shadow-like liquid flowed out of the crack in the abyss, and quietly wrapped around the newly born demon, and the pain in the latter's howl instantly became heavier. point.
is the rule. Felix thought, the complete superior demon will never come. The devil who violates the law is about to die, but why does it feel more and more oppressive
"Kenyatta's gunner should be in place, and the Dragon's Breath Turret stands by." He raised a hand.
"Lord Waldron!"
"I said, stand by. This thing can't get out of hand, absolutely not."
"We are ready to sacrifice our lives for Chenni's glory at any time, but if the fort comes over, you will too..."
"Nonsense, I'm the commander!" The Discipline Bishop growled, the skin on his neck turning red with anger. "I've got to get hold of it all at once, stand by! Damn—"
The pressure of the superior demon suddenly diminished sharply.
In such an extremely abnormal situation, the sudden change was the most terrifying, and Felix, the bishop of the precepts, almost ordered to fire with a trembling hand. Until another steady and familiar sense of oppression appeared - Felix raised his head with a little difficulty, and subconsciously looked at another source of powerful force.
Dark omen.
He was still the same, a black robe made of black shadows, and he couldn't see his face. He held a similarly pitch-black staff in his hand. The ominous figure floated in mid-air, with one hand poking in the direction of the superior demon, motionless.
This is the worst time ever.
Felix made a decisive decision, he made a quick gesture, and the defensive array was activated layer by layer, like a blooming white short-lived. This is an excellent time to confirm the identity and position of "Ominous", he thought calmly. How lucky he may have the opportunity to die with the most terrifying demon.
Nemo was in the air.
He didn't have time to be afraid of this height, and he didn't even dare to be distracted by the defensive circles launched by the Rad Sect. At this moment, his attention was all pinned on the still struggling superior demon. The dazzling star flashed wildly in his mind, and its thoughts and shouts also pierced into his mind.
The leader of a Polkadyosaurus. It is calling for what it holds dearest, its people.
But no one came.
Perhaps it had slept for too long, and Nemo could sense that there were few responses from the life of the Polkadyosaurus in the forest. He dared not pass the news to the other party - it was still calling, more and more mournful.
Nemo closed his eyes, he cleared his mind, and tried to touch the dazzling star. Finally, under the light, he could clearly see the complicated magic circuits like capillaries.
Sure enough.
He has always thought that magical talent is the ability of the creature itself, but now it seems that the opposite is true - it returns pure energy to him, and the "abyss magic" flows from his side.
like a transaction.
When they first met, there was nothing wrong with the Jesse Dillon metaphor. Yes, it's no wonder that only oneself can use abyss magic without any spells and prayers... No, now it seems that those mysterious spells and prayers are just trading signals.
Of course he doesn't need to trade power with himself.
And the "stars" in his mind - whether they use abyss magic or not, the pure power return never stops. Although he didn't know why they kept twinkling like real stars, he had learned enough. Nemo carefully channeled the power within the demon so that it wouldn't be so violent.
The power of this demon is particularly strong, so that subtle fluctuations in power are as obvious as tides. The exchange and flow of power gradually became clear, and the starry sky in his mind began to expand. Wider and clearer.
This is the first time he has had close contact with the flow of power after he has a definite conjecture. Now Nemo's mind is drenched in ice water, and his knowledge has never been so real. That really wasn't detection magic, that wasn't even magic, just pure... perception.
Perception of the beings that connect with him and empower him. It's like sensing the petals falling on the skin. Just born, dying. Born as a demon, contracted with a demon. Countless stars appeared quickly, lit up one by one in his mind, and began to flicker.
Oliver, who has contracted with himself, has the ability to use abyss magic. Now he can be sure - as long as he has this ability, even if he has not used it, Oliver will become his source of power. Then of course he could find the stars that belonged to Oliver.
He finally held on to a glimmer of hope, but he couldn't take back the limbs he abandoned - he still couldn't save the dying earth dragon.
The new superior demon didn't move, it roared sadly, and its voice became more and more desperate. Finally, a Polkadyosaurus answered the call. The weak earth dragon dragged its wounded body, looking up suspiciously at the unknown monster in front of him - while the dying superior demon lowered his head, wanting to sniff his kin as intimately as usual.
But it has not yet learned how to control its power.
Under the overpowering pressure, the weak earth dragon instantly turned into a muddy flesh.
The deformed superior demon let out a sharp roar, and the light of the defensive magic circle suddenly became a little heavier. Its strength is still growing, but it may have recognized that sad truth.
At this point that power is no longer important.
It began to struggle violently and growl with all its might that only one could understand. Nemo took a deep breath, the breath of the forest mixed with the stench of flesh and blood straight into his nostrils. With slightly trembling hands, he took out the communication crystal in his pocket, and glanced at the Knights of Judgement that had gradually gathered because of the abnormal situation.
"Ann." His voice was flat and soft. "You guys, go as far as possible. It can be dangerous here."
"Nemo?... What are your plans?" The female warrior's voice came from the other side of the crystal. "We just caught that bastard you said—"
"I need to deal with that superior demon, you should be able to see it now. It will be over soon... I can find Oliver now, and I will act as soon as it is over."
"and then?"
"...Then I'll go to you, with Ollie," he lied. "You can use this time to send the prisoner to the Island Court."
"But… "
"Promise me, okay?"
Nemo didn't wait for Ann to answer, he directly crushed the still flashing crystal. I'm really bad at saying goodbyes, Nemo thought.
And the superior demon in front of him was crying. Its power is strong enough to start corroding its body, strong enough for it to detect the condition of the entire forest.
It has long lost its reason to fight.
The former Earth Dragon wept helplessly, praying with a voice no one could understand amid the deformation and bulging of flesh and blood. Unlike in the Black Badge test, Nemo no longer regards those thoughts as strange noises.
This superior demon, just like the original Pandora, found him and began to pray.
it says.
It keeps repeating.
"Okay." Nemo responded dryly. "I'm really..."
He no longer cared about the judgement knights who had gathered, no longer cared how many pairs of eyes were watching. Originally, he had only two choices—either let go of his power and restrain the explosion in a small space; or, before it exploded, wipe out this superior demon.
He shouldn't be so sad, it made a request, it was the least painful way. All will be safe, but…
"I'm really, really sorry."
Nemo murmured and repeated. He cut those circuits and extinguished the star, like gently blowing out a burning candle.
The huge superior demon disappeared.
No exploding flesh, no splashing blood. It turned to ashes quietly in an instant, and the gray-white powder fluttered in the night sky like snow in winter. It slid slowly over the armor of the knights of judgment, and fell to the ground, accumulating a thin layer.
And he didn't even have the slightest fatigue after consuming his strength, only the indescribable heaviness and depression.
Nemo turned around, feeling the vast starry sky in his mind. The value of Virgil's intelligence is greater than he imagined - there is more than one dazzling star in the starry sky, but only one is in the territory of Waldun.
That is, in the withered castle.
Oliver is there.
But before he could finish tasting this rare little joy, the familiar despair struck again. The star was dimming, at an abnormal rate. It was going out, and he was about to lose it.
The snow-like ashes hadn't completely scattered to the ground, and in an instant, his surroundings seemed to really turn into cold winter.
He has to hurry, Nemo thought. Go right away, he must hurry-
But as he expected, several surveillance spells and restraint spells came at the same time. The crisis is over, but the knights of judgment will not leave - a threat more terrifying than that superior demon is in front of you.
Compared to before, the atmosphere of the Judgment Knights was even more tense. When power exceeds a certain limit, stance and motivation no longer matter. They will no longer judge whether his actions are good or evil. Nemo fully understands this, but right now he really doesn't have the time or energy to entangle with the people in front of him.
All that awaits him are words to delay time, and more troops to come to support him. The Knights of Judgment are still trying to protect Signpost Town and more people.
protection from his hands.
There may be a peaceful solution. Nemo thought. As long as he is willing to cooperate, he will be caught without harm, and obediently dispel their doubts. But that takes time, maybe a lot of time—
He has no time.
The black shadow rose into the air, and the sharp shadow blade pressed against the throats and eyes of the knights.
"Remove the interference of the binding circle." Nemo shouted as coldly as possible, "Please get out of the way!"
The knights did not move. They stopped there resolutely, guarding the twinkling town behind them. Numerous restraining spells swirled around Nemo, they slowly gnawed at the shadow, and his disguise was about to break.
They are indeed brave and upright men.
But the star that belongs only to him is about to go out.
"Get out of the way—" Nemo repeated, trying to suppress the cry in his voice. He cast restraint spells in vain, but the magic power belonging to the surface will not obey his instructions - the magic circles that have already been laid are hidden in all directions, interfering with his judgment. He couldn't find the right amount of strength, and he was likely to miss and hang everyone. "I don't want to fight with you!"
Now he can't multitask, he knows the quickest way - ignore all defenses and spells, stop paying attention to skills, and directly kill all the lives present with enough crushing power.
He can't.
He heard someone on the surface arguing about firing, and although Nemo didn't know what the Dragon's Breath fort was, he probably understood what the other party meant - he didn't mean to compromise, and they wanted to die together.
"I don't want to fight you," he repeated, trying to repair the camouflage woven by the shadows, but when he was distracted, the shadow blade threatening the knights suddenly began to shake. So more binding spells and distraction spells entangled.
Time is too tight, maybe there is only one way.
His disguise is about to peel off, and this place is likely to be destroyed soon. All the magic circles that were used to deal with the superior demon were used on him. He doesn't like hurting others, and he may not have the strength, but serious injury is better than death.
He may never go back, and Nemo finally glanced at the twinkling town not far away. Get ready to take the plunge.
And another force broke out earlier. After the loud explosion, the border forest instantly raised countless smoke and dust, and countless lightning flashed on the edge of the thick black smoke.
A hand reached out and took the staff from Nemo's hand.
"Go find your Oliver." Another voice came from not far away, "You have learned to lie all right, you bastard."
The female warrior turned the spear in her hand, "When dealing with these guys, I and Crosier understand better than you."
She gave him a smile and raised her hand.
"These smokes can only help you to interrupt the restraint for a while, so don't roll quickly."
,Wonderful!
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