Nemo and Oliver retreated to the corner together after cutting off Della Lane's mind network.
This time it wasn't because of disgust with the sages of the abyss, but the scene in front of them was too weird. Aging, dying of starvation, and long drying of corpses can greatly increase the difficulty of acquiring end-of-life memories. After all, no one can make a dead person speak, and the complexity and tediousness of this matter is comparable to recovering the contents of a book from a pile of burnt paper ashes.
Della Layne was careful.
In front of them, he took a bit of flesh and blood from the demon eyeballs in his body as the material for the magic circle. After disposing of the purple-red flesh, the demon took out the Dragon Breath stone dagger and inserted it into his arm without hesitation.
In order to prevent the wound from healing too quickly, Della Lenien didn't even want to pull it out. Black blood with faint redness poured out from the wound and dripped to the ground.
The sages of the abyss didn't care about that.
He carefully painted the circle with his own flesh, and the decaying floors, furniture, and walls soon became blood-stained and covered with eccentric symbols. The headless corpse was placed in the corridor, and the withered head full of eyes was placed in the center of the large formation.
The superior demon worked tirelessly, and the massive blood loss turned his skin as pale as lime. In contrast, as the great formation became complete, the smile on Dellalain's face became more and more satisfied.
The whole scene is extremely morbid, and with a few more candles, this is the perfect cult scene.
Nemo squeezed himself into the corner again, and none of the sacrifices of the Abyss Church made him so uncomfortable. Oliver closed his eyes very simply, and decided to save his mental health before the nerve was broken.
The sun has not yet risen, and the early morning sky is getting brighter and brighter.
The birdsong gradually became clear, and Della Laineen finally completed his preparations. The demon bowed deeply to the head in the array very politely, and then the array began to light up from all around, and a dim red light appeared on the lines smeared with blood.
A hazy radiance gathered towards the deformed head, and immediately enveloped it. In an uncomfortable halo, the skull began to deform, melting like hot wax. The strange liquid melted into the lines of the array, as if it would disperse in the next second.
But the next second after the head completely melted, the magic circle suddenly shrank. The lines and symbols made of flesh and blood seemed to have life and quickly gathered in the center of the room. They shrank into a ball, exuding black and red smoke, and slowly formed a thin old man who could not see his face.
The blurry figure formed by the blood mist floated to the side of Della Laineen, and the demon opened his arms tenderly, as if welcoming a friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.
The blood fog figure passed through the body of the abyss sage, and this time, it really disappeared.
The twilight of the early morning lit up the moldy window frames, and the room was empty and lonely, with no trace of blood left. Della Lainen stood in the shadows on the other side of the room, standing still. His head was so low that Nemo couldn't make out the expression on his face.
This quietness was totally out of Della Lane's style.
He stretched out his hands vigilantly, the shadows poised between his fingers. Oliver didn't know when he opened his eyes, and Captain Tumbleweed clenched the hilt of the Sword of Rest with a serious expression.
The morning sun was about to rise, and the scene inside the house became clearer and clearer.
The abyss sage finally raised his head. For the first few seconds, he looked old, miserable and lost. In addition, the young and handsome face had some weird emotions, and Nemo couldn't tell it clearly for a while.
Della Lainene moved, and with a strange staggering pace he stepped across the pile of corpses and stopped in front of the locker by the window. Then the demon opened the cabinet door and took out the contents with both hands—
Nemo held his breath, and the shadow's movement suddenly increased.
But it was just a women's black gauze hat.
Nemo remembered the style, he had seen a very similar one on Hagen Ingram's head. But the one in Dellalienne's hands was more refined and more outdated.
On the slightly yellowed, faded, dusty gauze hat, a dark red rose that was finely air-dried and fixed with magic was adorned.
"Hagen, unlike me, you must be still as young," Della Lainene said in an odd accent, rubbing the old gauze hat. "I see my truth, have you chased your god?"
Dying memory. In the moment before death, people burst out with regret, pain, relief, and nostalgia.
Nemo didn't let his guard down. The old man did not come back to life with the body of Della Layne, and in front of them was the last thoughts and feelings of the deceased, a sad echo.
If the sage of the abyss is just an ordinary person with normal mind, his spirit will definitely be washed away right now, and he may fall into confusion. As the only demon who can control multiple bodies at the same time, Della Laineen should have the hope of quickly recovering his rationality.
But all of this is premised on the unremarkable discovery of the old man. The eyes that have seen "God", if there is anything left—
A pale flame suddenly rose from the black gauze hat. Tongues of flame rolled over carefully crafted bright roses and worn fabrics. The gauze hat was quickly burned to nothing. Della Reinen patted the dust on her hands and let out a long sigh of relief. He didn't look at Nemo or Oliver, the expression on his face was blank.
The abyss sage walked back to the narrow window and looked out the window again.
"Deralainen..." Nemo couldn't figure out if this was abnormal, so he could only ask aloud.
"Shh." The demon made a quiet gesture.
Nemo snapped his mouth shut and waited in silence for another ten minutes. But the superior demon remained motionless in front of the window, letting the morning sun cover his face.
"Dara Lennion." This time it was Oliver who spoke.
"I understand very well that theoretically, even if I can live for a long time, I can't learn everything in this world." The demon finally turned his head, and his face was terrifyingly calm. "…but this is the first time I've realized it so vividly."
"You know?" Nemo gasped, "I mean, in his last memory, did he see..."
"Yes." Della Lane looked out the window again, "Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for me to understand."
"Can you tell me..."
"No." After the creepy calm, the smile finally slowly returned to the devil's face. Nemo could feel the nuances. The sage of the abyss is still enthusiastic, but there is a little more heavy emotion in that enthusiasm.
Half sigh, half despair.
"I can guess why this gentleman doesn't want it to go out. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to be as considerate as he is, worrying about the consequences of worldly scholars knowing the truth—I... um, I can only pay tribute to him, It's the only thing I can do right now."
Although he admired Della Lane's decision a little, Nemo was more anxious at the moment. That meant going around in a big circle, and the two of them got almost nothing.
As if seeing his anxiety, the abyss sage finally left the window. He walked in front of the two with a very serious expression.
"I have to admit, I got a research topic that amazes me. And these are thanks to you, to be honest, Mr. Ramon, Mr. Wright. I was really impressed by the strength of both of them a few days ago. Interests... but now, they are no longer my priority puzzles."
Della Laineen put her right hand on her chest and gave a solemn salute to the two members of Tumbleweed.
"In exchange, to be fair, I also don't want the two to go home empty-handed. I'll give you a piece of information that will be very useful."
The red-haired youth raised his head, his face changed back to the devilish signature smile. But the thorn behind the smile was put away, and it didn't look so disgusting anymore.
Della Laineen was reluctant to say, and he couldn't just hold him down and torture him. Nemo wiped his face vigorously and looked at Oliver - who squeezed his hand and nodded slightly.
"Speaking."
"Don't try to peep into the abyss." The tone of the abyss sage became solemn.
"This generation of demon kings is extremely dangerous and cannot be confused with the previous ones."
Nemo almost didn't hold his expression, he tried his best to keep his emotions in check so that his reaction didn't seem too out of the ordinary. Mr. Demon King's lover doesn't look much better, but Oliver's ability to adapt is obviously much stronger, and he even has time to squeeze out a question—
"Why do you say that?"
However, the answer from the sage of the abyss will instantly turn the awkward atmosphere into an ice cave.
"Not long ago, near the bottom of the abyss, my companions and I saw the Demon King with our own eyes."
In the far-flung capital of Alban, Ms Savage's mental state was similarly poor.
"Daily, tell me, do I still look human?" Ann pointed to her face solemnly. She rejected pajamas with too much lace, which made her neck uncomfortable. She wore simple linen pajamas and pajamas, and even had Erlang's legs high.
The little princess in a simple long dress also nodded solemnly.
"Do I look stupid?"
This time Delia shook her head firmly, almost knocking the cat's whiskers off her hair accessories.
"Yeah, you see, I'm still a normal human - why are those bastards so eager to think about my lover? I thought I was assigned to a breeding area on a farm." Ann looked like she wanted to spit She took a sip, but her eyes slipped on the gorgeous and soft carpet, and she held it back angrily.
"It's a hell of a lot, I can stab those little white faces with a finger. If I really like this type... Even the goofy boys in the tumbleweed are much more pleasing to the eye. Speaking of which, Delly, I know you Your engagement to Godwin Lopez is broken, do you like that guy?"
"We don't meet much." Delia thought for a moment, then replied politely and cautiously. "I don't think we have any interest in each other."
"Well, it's one of my prejudices. In a sense, the men in the Lopez family are a little dangerous." Ann picked up another envelope. The strong smell of perfume made her wrinkle her face and sneeze a few times, so she threw it into the trash can without looking at it.
"Damn love. I don't even know how many noses I have, so I dare to let the younger generation in my family write love poems." The female warrior roared, "Just remembering those boring rules and regulations is enough to kill, those sticky old things Can you save me some peace of mind - the only normal letter these days is Mr. Wild Dog's battle report, the only normal one!"
"The marshal beautifully defeated the invading army on Willard's side." Delia said carefully, "Perhaps you can reward him appropriately."
"Well, it probably left a psychological shadow on the enemy." An shrugged his shoulders, "The process of defeating the prince went smoothly, I don't know what he was dissatisfied with. The battle report, tsk, is just like what kind of spirit he received. Abuse."
Delia looked at the would-be queen who was sitting on the table in her pajama pants, biting her drumsticks and throwing love letters with her oily hands, and decided to keep silent wisely.
However, An Gang threw a trash can, and another letter came out of the golden letter box on the table.
The female warrior took an angry deep breath, just about to continue throwing—
"what?"
She stopped, wrinkling her nose.
This time, the envelope didn't have the smell of expensive, pungent perfume. Instead, it was an elegant and soft scent of incense, mixed with a little sweetness of boiled milk. An raised his eyebrows, turned the letter over, and nearly dropped the half-gnawed chicken leg on the floor.
Delia glanced at the envelope pattern, also holding her breath. Immediately, she bowed her head in a disciplined manner, and gently rubbed the cat's whiskers that crawled onto her hands with her fingertips. Stop looking up at the envelope.
"Don't worry, just watch it if you want." Ann's voice sank. "It's the Pope of Ladd, Mr. Quinn. He's just here to say hello."
"call?"
"'I must borrow your companion for a while, Miss Savage.'"
The "hello" received by the people who were about to be borrowed was not so polite.
"It's different from last time, this time it's a real surprise." Jesse Dylan patted his chest and blocked the knight commander at the door of the hotel room.
Adrian swept over Jesse's outfit, his expression a little twitchy - the blond youth was wearing an exaggerated apron, his blonde hair neatly tied behind his head, a confident smile on his face, and a little cream on the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah." The knight commander replied helplessly.
"I've made cakes, and even though there's no oven, I'm confident in my magical control." Jesse gestured, "Trust me, I'm probably the best cook in the world. You seemed to like it last time, This time at least we don't need to eat broken-"
Before he could finish his words, there was a loud bang from the kitchenette attached to the guest room, followed by the sound of kitchen utensils landing.
"..." After rushing to the kitchen, Adrian raised his eyebrows slightly, "What a surprise."
Jesse's face was ashen.
"Normally, people don't usually want to predict the fate of a cake."
Muttering in his mouth, he pulled the serious-looking, cream-covered golden eagle out of the smashed cake. The golden eagle shook its wings and dropped an envelope.
"... I think I need to change this habit. Sometimes it's good to be a little delusional about being victimized."
"The style of the Rad's envelope." Adrian pointed out calmly, "It's a summoning order."
"Thanks for the reminder, I'll take down the account for the cake." Jessie slapped the envelope on the table with a cold face.
The former knight of judgement went to get the letter subconsciously, but his hand was halfway there and turned in a different direction - Adrian reached out and wiped the corner of Jesse's mouth, wiped the cream sticking to his face, and then wrinkled Mei tasted.
"I'll go get some tea." He nodded calmly. "We might be able to watch while we eat."
"Oh." Jesse touched the corner of his mouth, eyebrows raised high. He glanced at the creamy golden eagle that flew out of the window through the hole, and patted the letter on the table again.
"Nice job, dear Mr. Quin. Sure enough, it's the bill."