The only three people left in the house remained silent, even if they knew that even if they waited any longer, no answer would jump out of the extinguished voice spar.
Nemo subconsciously spread out his palm and peeked at his own hand. Pale skin, clear palm lines, very human-like.
Then he retracted his five fingers and clenched his fist.
Della Laineen was lost in rare thought. He stared at the corpse thoughtfully, then walked to the window and looked out of the window through the moldy window frame. "interesting."
calm.
Nemo struggled to organize the thoughts in his head. Della Layne was on the scene, and he couldn't sort out his thoughts by talking to Oliver like he used to. Failing to get the answer to the mystery made him a little frustrated for a while. But after these few months of experience, he even became accustomed to eating "frustration" with bread for breakfast.
Peel yourself away and analyze the puzzle from a ruthless perspective.
Ulysses rescued Flint Lopez who was lost at the bottom of the abyss and got the gold pendant as a token. It provided Flint with "special skills to kill the Demon King", but it did not give in to the expeditionary army that followed.
It was impossible for Flint to know what the Demon King was thinking, and no matter what the information that was erased was, it was unlikely that it had anything to do with it. So put that question aside for now.
What happened next they all knew very well. The most powerful demon king in history killed the first four expeditionary armies, and finally fell on the fifth expeditionary army where Flint Lopez was. Flint Lopez carried the Demon King's head and returned to the surface with another survivor, bringing back the Bone Jade.
Alban thus endured the toughest war ever.
But Alban's hero has no intention of fighting anymore, and the discovery of the bottom of the abyss undoubtedly left a huge spiritual shock to the strongest man on the surface. He lied to the outside world that it was Prince Abbas Alastair who killed the Demon King, pushed out the honorable title of "Brave", and only wanted to live in seclusion with his lover.
Alban's then-man in power, the late Emperor Sampson, had self-destructed Flint's last wish. In order to get back the "heroes" that were once, Alban was further revitalized. He used a trick to get rid of Flint's beloved Sonia, and after the incident was revealed, he tried to cut the grass and roots, which directly caused Flint to cut off his right arm and disappeared from the public eye-
The timeline should be like this.
It is completely possible to pick up on the information they just discovered.
Flint Lopez came into contact with the Demon Lord's corpse, and because of that, he got some special information. Before hiding with the surviving Oliver, he shared the information with the butcher in exchange for a spell that would help save Oliver, plus seven pounds of demonic flesh to repair his arm.
And the butcher shop introducer, a gatekeeper under the gatekeeper organization, thought the information was too dangerous. He erased it, but then made such a horrific act of transforming his body.
What's wrong with this.
Nemo let go of Oliver's wrist and tried to think more coldly. But the warm palm grabbed his left hand back to the palm of his hand.
... that's not bad either.
Nemo breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. He smiled softly at Oliver, his eyes swept across the brighter morning sky outside the window.
In a flash, he suddenly realized the unnaturalness of the whole thing.
Since Flint Lopez gave information from the bottom of the abyss, why did the gatekeeper try to observe on the surface... and succeeded
Taking a step back, even if he was already on the surface at that time. Nemo doesn't think that just by "feeling" his own power in a certain way will make people feel the level of "super honor". What's more, the gatekeeper's last words clearly read "see".
The dead man saw something else, and it had something to do with the bottom of the abyss... and the Demon King.
"Deralainen." Nimo cut his mouth.
"Hmm." The demon responded with a smile, and the smile on his face was gradually thickening, looking a little distorted.
"You've just been looking at this gentleman's research materials, and I'm assuming you found something. Are you going to trade? Intelligence for intelligence."
"Very happy. Even if you don't mention it, I need to find someone to share it with—ah, I feel sorry for the gatekeepers from the bottom of my heart, that the Castle of Nothingness has lost a great theoretician."
"Please." Nemo said calmly.
"I think we all know that corrupted data can't be recovered. I'm very sad about that, but what's broken is broken. We don't know exactly what Mr. Lopez saw at the moment, but he provided a very interesting Evidence - the Demon Lord's 'corpse' wasn't simply decaying, it was sending a message to something, and our Flint just accidentally got involved in the process. That makes sense."
Dellalienne tapped the decayed window frame with her fingertips, and returned her gaze to the scene outside the window.
"Mr. Lopez is likely to find that the 'Demon Lord' is not the 'Demon Lord' themselves as they guessed. The 'Demon Lord' of the surface crusade is more like a... bait for collecting information. I have been curious before, why each generation of Demon Lord's The direction of evolution will be like that, um, strange, but unfortunately there has been no evidence, I have it now."
Totally speaking. The name "Sage of the Abyss" has a lot of gold in it, and Nemo didn't want to come up with information like "actually all demon kings are one" that can't explain the source of the intelligence.
"But I don't think that's going to hit him too hard." Nemo took a breath, daring to change the subject.
The Demon King is acquiring intelligence and information from the expeditionary force and evolving it, and he himself has experienced this cruel discovery. But from a certain point of view, he is living a very positive life now. Flint Lopez himself isn't the arrogant type with the eyes on the top of his head, so he won't be stunned by this discovery.
"Yes, I don't think so either. But like I said earlier, there is nothing we can do about the records that have been erased. This gatekeeper can make himself like this beautifully, so as not to make information such as uncleanness. Stupid. Now let's move on, and if I'm not misinterpreting it, this gentleman has a pretty...pretty good conjecture, and I have to say, I'm very moved."
Oliver's grip on his lover's hand tightened a little, but Nemo said nothing.
"Inspired by Flint intelligence, he came up with a hypothesis."
Della Lenien twisted up a piece of parchment.
"Surface creatures and abyss creatures are homologous."
"… "
"Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous. But there's no doubt that after dealing with Flint, his first calculation was about the 'capacity cap' of all life. Oh, even if I don't remember exactly, I think Mr. Ramon experienced it firsthand in Blight Castle."
Oliver's breathing was a little short, and he stared at Della Lenien unhappily.
Looking up and down the two people's reactions, the abyss sage continued calmly: "As we all know, the individual abilities of creatures under the abyss magic system are generally stronger than those under the surface magic system, this is a fact, I will not adjust mine because of my background. point of view. If those beings are really as fundamentally opposed as the various religions preach, why would there be an exact 'ceiling'?"
"Powerful demons and fragile humans have the same ceiling of strength. Humans can use abyss magic as long as they obtain a little demon's flesh or contract. Demons must obtain a complete human body to use surface magic. ...how fun."
Nemo didn't find it funny at all, his throat was dry from the tension.
"This gentleman took so many eyes from himself and made them work properly. In the past thirteen years, he has really dug deep into the problem of the magic circuit among all kinds of contradictions. The complete abyss magic circuit can be analyzed with such precise and detailed research data, this is the first time I have seen—"
"This gentleman guessed that a long time ago, there was no such thing as 'surface magic' in this world. Whether in the vast underground abyss or the bright and hot surface, there should be only one source of magic. Its existence constrains all life. Capability limit."
"The so-called 'surface magic' is the later 'guest'. This guest is not as powerful as the master, and can't influence too much. It can only damage the abyss circuit and add another different magic circuit to some species."
"Not opposites, just different?" Oliver murmured, rubbing his temples.
"I don't mean to target you, but you have to know that it has always been a bad habit of human beings to oppose different things." Della Lainen replied lightly.
"But both the Dragon's Breath Stone and the Erosion Circle can hurt demons more effectively." Nemo added, "Especially the Erosion Circle of Surface Research."
"I think Abyss Origin allows a relatively weak 'guest' to stay, and there should be a reason for it, Mr. Wright."
[Finding that he couldn't beat the master, the weak bard had an idea. He offered the master a deal - 'I'll give you what you want in exchange for a portion of my food. The ones farthest from the table, the ones you least like to eat', how smart, right?]
The center of Isamel's labyrinth, the source of magic on the surface - that long-winded Mr. Dylan once said so.
"In short, the gatekeeper is not only not crazy, but has a very clear mind. Since the later guests are relatively weak, looking at the distribution of surface species, the origin of magic on the surface should be on the surface. It should be easier to observe and monitor. Proof—in your human terms, what he was trying to observe was 'God' himself."
Unaware of Nemo's musings, Della Layne continued happily.
"And then he made it, what a great warrior."
wrong.
The gatekeeper has been dead for about ten years, but Jesse Dillon's record of activities definitely goes back ten years. And purely from the point of view of strength, he and Jesse's strength are at a similar level.
And according to the deduction of the dead, their powers should be very different...
"That's what I found, Mr. Wright. Where's your information?" Della Layne interrupted Nemo's thoughts with a question.
"In human terms, the Great Labyrinth of Isamel is a miracle. You should know about it—the strange labyrinth near Clement College. The creatures inside are... special, and it's hard to tell whether it belongs to the abyss or the surface."
"certainly."
"It is indeed a 'miracle'." Nemo did not intend to cover up this information, the core of the horizontal and vertical Isamel labyrinth collapsed in front of them, and no one had understood it before. He could have pushed the source of intelligence to it.
Della Laineen was silent for a long time.
After a few minutes, he burst into a burst of utterly happy laughter. As if the happiness of the whole world came at the same time, and will not dissipate like that.
"Very interesting." The superior demon turned and left the window. He stopped in front of the mummified corpse and placed a light kiss on the corpse's shrunken forehead.
"Mr. Wright, I have something to ask you."
"...Tell me."
"Tie me down, trap my mind network." Delarion's face was red with joy, "Just like you did in Wither Castle."
The shadow suddenly rose from between Nemo's fingers, and Oliver drew the sword of rest at the same time.
"I was thinking before, could it be you... It seems to be the case." Della Laineen shook his head with a smile. "Why, do you think I'll settle accounts with you?"
"Don't tell me you won't." Nemo's voice was filled with distrust.
"I went to hunt the prey, and I was bitten by the prey. This is an expected risk - what position do I have to hate you and Mr. Ramon? I am unhappy, and I still understand the basic cause and effect."
"… what do you want?"
"I want the remains of the corpse's brain." Deralainen pressed the corpse's head eagerly, "I just want to pray that the decay and dryness won't damage the dying memory too much."
"You're crazy, even if you can withstand the dying memory of human beings—" Like this dead man, you may end up in a dead end because of that answer.
It is very dangerous to directly receive end-of-life memories from strangers. Emotions and memories before death would flood in instantly. Even if he knew that he was powerful, Nemo would not dare to try it at will... What's more, this memory is very likely to be mixed with crazy knowledge.
The mere presence of Ulysses' weakened end-of-life memory without sentience and emotion was enough to cause him visceral pain.
"That's why I want to ask you to cut off my network of thoughts, so as not to spread the truth uncontrollably after this 'I' is abnormal. If I behave abnormally, please execute me without hesitation, just keep your head That's fine, the rest of the place doesn't matter."
Della Layne spoke briskly, sounding like she was teaching them how to peel an apple.
"The other 'Is' will take it, cut it open, and study it more slowly and carefully. You know that if you leave it alone, the last clues will slowly decay with the body - the first two came to me, didn't they? Got more clues?"
Nemo took a step back, the sense of reason in the other's tone made him a little uncomfortable.
His own life and emotions seemed to be completely outside the scope of this demon's thinking. Delarione isn't the same as those researchers at Wither Castle - the latter just don't take the pain of the weak seriously, and the Abyssal Sage doesn't even take himself seriously.
"Come on." Deralainen urged.
"...then I have one last question."
Nemo closed his eyes.
"How much do you know about the sentence 'Born in this world is a great honor'?"
"Part of the gatekeeper's oath." Deralainn caressed the corpse's skull, then snapped its neck bone and removed the deceased's head. "no big deal."
"The Gatekeeper's Oath?... Isn't their creed 'beyond the truth'?"
"Most people only remember this, because it's easier to understand. After all, their complete oath is written in ancient common language. I think many people are too lazy to remember the complete meaning."
The abyss sage let out a sneer, but when he spoke again, there was no contempt in his voice.
"'It must be respected, and then surpassed. The truth must be ruthless, and we will keep it in our hearts. It is an honor to be born in this world.'"