Nemo froze in place, those sharp shadows dissipated instantly.
"Don't worry about us." Amway blocked his possible questions, "Cross is fine—you know me, I won't be considerate enough to die for your love life. We have a way, let's go now!"
Nemo didn't ask any further questions, and he bowed slightly to his comrades in the smoke.
Vision is obscured by smoke, spells are delicately cut off by lightning. Although he is under the influence of other magic circles, he still has no way to control spells delicately. Fortunately, he doesn't need to attack at this moment, just pure escape.
Blindly splitting the space is dangerous, but now he can't control that much. He just needs to make sure that the rift doesn't open on the surface, and it doesn't happen to tear any creature apart. As for himself - no matter what is over there in space, he will not die easily.
Nemo made a simple gesture, and the space in front of him was torn out by a long gap. His figure quickly disappeared behind the crack.
"Okay." Ann licked her lips, and the smoke she had raised finally dissipated. "It's going as planned now, Cross."
Not long ago, a certain room at the Roadmark Town Inn.
"... He interrupted the communication." The communication crystal in An Chong's hands quickly dimmed and frowned, "Intuitively, that kid may be planning to do something stupid. His attitude has not been right for the past two days, even considering Oliver's situation. , it's not too far."
"I have inquired about it, that is the Judgement Knights led by Lord Waldron." The former knight commander's expression tightened, "Mr. Wright can't retreat after 'dealing' with that superior demon. This lord has always been very meticulous, and he must have set up adequate defenses. Even Mr. Wright, it is impossible to completely avoid the conflict-"
"What, you think he's going to kill them?" Jesse was sitting on the table, stuffing a fried bean pod with salt in his mouth.
"I don't think so," Adrian replied dryly, glancing at Jesse. "After all, there is the Knights of Judgment, and morally speaking, he can completely stay out of it."
"According to that little idiot's nosy character, it is 80% that the knights can't solve the situation." The female warrior looked out the window—the newly hatched demon was wriggling in the forest, emitting a formidable force. "What, Cross? If I'm not mistaken, he probably thought he'd be exposed."
So draw a line with them ahead of time.
"Mr. Wright is indeed powerful." Adrian's expression became more and more ugly, "but in the end, he is just a civilian who has experienced several battles. He should not have the skills to deal with war-style attacks. Although I don't think he will kill took them…”
Conflict is inevitable. And neither Nemo Wright nor the Knights of Judgment are truly "ready" for this battle.
"Not to mention the seriousness of the situation, if he really did something against the Knights of Judgment - then no matter whether his identity is exposed or not." An lowered his eyes, "Considering what happened to the Abyss Church, he will be identified as '' The enemy', Cross?"
"…and Nemo took that into consideration." She twitched the corners of her mouth.
To be honest, the risk of their exposure is already high. After all, in the previous mission, no one expected that things would go this way—their mission to infiltrate the Church of the Abyss was done beautifully, and the information was clearly kept in the mercenary guild. Sooner or later, tumbleweeds are targeted. Under the siege of the trial knights, Nemo's identity is also at risk of being exposed.
So he pushed them out of the way, and they couldn't be convicted as long as they insisted they didn't know.
When she picked up the two in the frontier forest, Nemo was still a shy young man with a strange power. He'd been afraid that they would leave him because of the anomalies, Ann could tell.
But now, in order not to implicate them, they were left behind by him first.
"I'll divert them away. That bastard, want to play a tragic hero by himself? No way." Ann said word by word, turning to Adrian with a stern face. "You know, if I can get the Discipline Bishop to recognize me, I should be able to buy a little time. At least he won't do anything to me—you forget it, they're eager to pack you back now."
Adrian Cross looked at her silently for a long time.
"I'm going with you. I know their attacking habits, and it takes a while." After a few minutes, he said quietly, and looked sideways at the blond young man beside him - Jesse was sucking the salt stuck to his fingers grain. "Then what are your plans?"
"Why are you helping him?" Jesse picked up another bean pod from the paper bag and chewed it loudly. "Isn't this a great opportunity to see Mr. Wright's nature? Forget Ms. Savage, I don't think you're the kind of person to be easily impressed."
"That's right." Adrian's voice was as cold as ever, "I didn't intend to 'help' Mr. Wright."
Indeed, he was nothing like Ann Savage. He wasn't going to act for sentimental reasons like "comradeship". His reasons are more icy and negative—
In all fairness, from the perspective of a human guardian, he didn't think there was any problem with the prudence of the precepts, but Wright was not wrong.
Nemo Wright is not human at all. He has no position at all that requires Wright to adhere to the moral code of human beings, and he is not qualified to do a test of nature - to stand by or even contribute to the suffering of others, and pin everything on the hope that "the other party is a saint". And if the other party didn't hold on, they shouted "I knew it would be like this" and "He is not worthy of kindness", and naturally began to deny and attack.
He'd seen this practice before, Adrian thought bitterly. Seen countless times next to his close friend Cahill Edwards.
Rather than expecting Wright to knock out his teeth and swallow blood, he was more inclined to destroy the impasse that might come.
"I'm just doing my job, protecting my fellow man." Adrian picked up the metal bow on the table and looked Jesse Dillon directly in the eyes. "Seeing someone in a desperate situation, not only does not lend a helping hand, but instead judges the 'nature' of that person. I personally don't like this very much - after all, Mr. Wright has no obligation to be kind to humanity."
"Wow, I really like that about you," Jesse said affectionately, quickly shoving a fried bean pod into Adrian's mouth. Completely ignoring the other's momentary frown. "You don't have to make such a sad posture, alas, I actually have a better idea."
He grinned at both of them, smiling like a fox that only stole meat.
So far, it turns out that Jesse's idea was a good one—except a little embarrassing.
The billowing black smoke was dispelled by the spell, and the restraint and interference tightened the black figure again, and continued to nibble on the large robe condensed by the black shadow. The female warrior's face was dirty with soot, leading the thunder and lightning to disrupt the ranks of the knights. Adrian Cross drew his bow and arrow generously, making sure that no attack landed near the bad omen.
These two were terribly strong, but they didn't attack in any real sense, they just defended blindly. They were doomed to fail before the huge Knights of Judgment.
And Bishop Felix Waldron was buzzing with rage.
Both of them used surface spells. The evil omen really has human companions, and the possibility of being a "lonely and powerful superior demon" is instantly reduced. This gave him a sigh of relief - Felix originally wanted to issue an order to thoroughly investigate all the groups and teams that had been active in Abyss Church and nearby, trying to find this possibility. Unexpectedly, they saved him a lot of time and delivered it directly to the door.
But after he saw one of them clearly, he almost suffered a myocardial infarction.
"The Dragon Breath Stone Fortress is temporarily recharged." He clenched his eyebrows fiercely, "Damn, why is Cross beside that bad omen? No, no... When will he regain his power?!"
Ke Rao is the famous "day star of the glow", and he can't use defensive spells to repel the experienced Knights of Judgment. The attacks of the trial knights became more and more concentrated, and finally they completely tore through the large black robe that was condensed by the shadow.
"Hey—you guys are going too far." The man under the black robe sighed, his voice full of suffocation. "I'm obviously here to help."
The dark omen revealed its true colors, but it was not the same as what they imagined.
It was a blond young man who was too beautiful, and even looked a little aggrieved. He changed the staff that exuded the magic of the abyss to his left hand, and his right hand pointed his middle finger to everyone.
"That's too much!" he repeated.
The battle-hardened trial knights naturally wouldn't be fascinated by a man's beautiful skin, but that face really made it hard to raise his fighting spirit, not to mention that the man stopped attacking. not to mention…
After the battlefield calmed down, the black figure beside the man looked more and more familiar. The tall man was wearing a straight monk's uniform, with firm eyebrows and a warm white light arrow on his metal bow. That was the example they had longed for and inexplicably collapsed overnight - the former Knight Commander Adrian Cross.
Weird situation.
Everyone was completely dizzy, and the knights had to tighten their restraints in confusion, waiting for the next instruction from the preceptor bishop.
"Ms. Savage, and Sweetheart Ed—" Jesse stretched her tone deliberately, admiring the splendid expressions on the judgement knights for a while. "You can stop now."
The two warriors finally put down their weapons and stood beside the blond youth, surrounded by the knights of judgment. Seeing that the situation was stable, Bishop Discipline stepped into the air on the sole of his shoes, and pulled his face down at the beautiful blond young man.
The other party gave him a particularly bright smile in return.
"Excuse me?" Felix coughed twice, trying not to look at Adrian Cross on the side. "You don't seem to have any plans to fight. I hope from the bottom of my heart that this is just an unfortunate misunderstanding." Before he could relax his vigilance, the preceptor took a deep breath. "May I ask a question - why did you just attack?"
"Jesse Dillon." Jesse scratched his ears nonchalantly. "Why attack? My God, you all surrounded me! You see, I just solved a big problem for you, and no one likes it. Received such a 'thank you'?"
"Responsibility." Felix frowned, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, but please understand, after all, you just used an abyss spell—"
"You suspect that I'm a devil? No, no, I'm just a good-hearted person passing by." Jesse's voice became more and more aggrieved, and Ann, who was bowing her head, couldn't help but wiped her face. "It's just the effect of this staff. You can check, I'm definitely not a demon, absolutely not!"
"Then your disguise—" Seeing the other party's instantly bright face, Bishop Discipline subconsciously wanted to swallow this question, but it was too late.
"Because I like to do good deeds without leaving my name. After all, I'm too strong, and it will always bring some unnecessary trouble." Jessie covered her chest and said deeply. "Look, we've just caught an abyss cultist. Then I figured something was wrong here, and I fixed it—you know how urgent the situation is, don't you? If you doubt me, the old bastard is still being arrested. Locked up at the Roadmark Inn."
"Now that you've found me, can we pretend we haven't met each other?"
"I'm afraid not." The precepts said with difficulty, Mr. Evil Omen was too lively, and his mind was a little hard to turn. "You have to... come with us and let His Holiness the Pope confirm..."
Adrian Cross instantly turned his gaze to the blond young man beside him, and he was close enough to see the playful smile that suddenly appeared in that exaggerated expression.
"Okay," Jesse Dylan said in a very reluctant tone, "but I have one condition—if I'm not a demon, you'll have to pay."
"certainly."
"My comrade doesn't have to go with me, right? I know you're curious about Sweetheart Ed's condition, so I won't force you to let him go. But lady, you know, we still have things to deal with in our team— "
"...Let her go." The woman didn't have the slightest hint of abyss magic on her body. The bishop of discipline glanced at the female warrior casually, feeling too tired to speak. The words "Ed Sweetheart" almost crushed his nerves to the limit.
"Excellent." Jesse threw the staff at the trial knights, and instantly several sealing magic wrapped it layer by layer. "We're going with you."
The lights in Road Sign Town were still flickering, and people didn't know why the demon suddenly disappeared, but that didn't stop the grand carnival from starting. The backyard of the Ramon family's hotel was crowded with people singing and dancing. Drinks, fire and music filled the small backyard of the hotel. The atmosphere of joy was as always.
But the son of its previous owner, who should have owned this lively place, has not been smooth for the past few days.
Go back to three days ago.
The "corpse" in strange condition did not lie on the floor for long. Not long after the unseen flames destroyed the meteor hammer, heavily armed gatekeepers entered the cell. They didn't mean to take the strange knight away, but put the same restraints as the collar on the limbs of the unconscious body.
Finally, the unnatural pressure in the cell disappeared. The death row inmates in the cell watched silently, motionless.
After doing all this, the leading gatekeeper put his hand on the chest of the strange knight, and the fluctuation of the spell instantly rippled in the air. The originally unconscious man coughed twice and opened his eyes.
"According to the regulations, I should have given you a recovery technique." The gatekeeper muttered, regardless of whether the other party really regained consciousness. "But I don't want to do this. Think about it again, 300,000 - kill anyone you want, and you can still go to the mobile barracks."
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, our combat area is much gentler than the experimental area." He seemed to have thought of something, and snorted dissatisfiedly. He casually glanced at the darkened cell.
The knight on the ground sat up with difficulty, lowered his head, and seemed to be looking at the new restraint that appeared on his wrist.
"... These wastes will die sooner or later, some prisoners of war and refugees with poor combat capabilities. Their country doesn't need them, and their relatives don't need them. You'd better not treat them as human beings."
The young man in the skeleton helmet stretched out his hand and grasped the bloodstained hilt.
The sound of breathing in the cell was instantly reduced, followed by small gasps and rustling movements. People subconsciously want to hide, but they don't know where to hide, so they can only stop breathing in vain. The value of this person is terrifying, and they have experienced the abnormal power fluctuations.
Everyone knows that they're just consumables used by the gatekeeper to sharpen the weapon. People know more or less what happened on the arena, and after accepting enough malice, the kindness and patience of this eccentric knight should have come to an end.
to be killed. Numb thoughts swirled in the heads of the death row prisoners, but no one could raise the spirit of resistance.
Yes, that's it. The person in charge of the combat zone thought with relief. As long as the boy is willing to bow his head before the formalities are completed, he is still a valuable asset in the battle zone. To put it bluntly, they never thought that he would be so stubborn, and they let the people in the experimental area take advantage of it. Now this young man should know how strong he is, and he will never be willing to succumb to these muddies—
But the figure stood up staggeringly and didn't look at him again.
The monster-like young knight retreated to the corner, holding the sword in both hands, in a defensive posture. He didn't attack, didn't speak, and was silent like a stone sculpture.
The mole-like man in the corner let out a sob. The strong man who lost his weapon clenched the handle of the Meteor Hammer in his hand and said nothing.
,Wonderful!
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