Godwin stared into the silver-gray eyes of the young man opposite.
To be honest, he was at odds with the idea that Nemo Wright was a superior demon. The Horizon Mercenary Group is the largest mercenary group on the surface. Over the years, Godwin himself has come into contact with several superior demons who use human bodies.
He's very good at telling them apart.
No matter how good the superficial skills are, there is always a cold alienation in the eyes of the superior demons. Even the loss of surface flesh and body is only a loss of strength and health to them—like a bone-deep wound in an inconsequential part of a human limb, painful, unpleasant, and debilitating, but often Not fatal.
They have a fundamentally different definition of "survival" than the rest of life on the surface.
After the "Demon Slayer" O'Lorrie eliminated those ambitious and crazy guys, most of the rest are the types that come to play and have fun. In the eyes of the superior demons, this is closer to a game of manipulating surface puppets in the abyss, and they only need to simply abide by the rules of the game set by Olori.
For true surface races, the surface body represents only one life.
No matter how the demons disguise, they can't really understand the obsession of other beings in this playground to "survive". Powerful power exacerbates their indifference and alienation.
He never missed it.
But Nemo Wright's body language doesn't have a lot of flinch from being poked into a sore spot. Facing the question of "how to see through the illusion of the superior demon", he did look a little embarrassed and distressed.
The black-haired mage of tumbleweed scratched his cheeks, uh, and seemed to be struggling with his words.
There was no anger and gloom in his eyes, and even a little guilt.
Although he didn't intend to say anything about love between men, Godwin couldn't deceive himself—the tenderness and nostalgia in Mr. Wright's eyes wouldn't lie when he looked at his cousin.
too contradictory.
Godwin stood quietly in the corridor, waiting for an answer. His instinct was madly shouting, "This person is very dangerous", but his long-term accumulated experience told him with great certainty that Nemo Wright did not fit the characteristics of the superior demon he was familiar with.
In fact, just after the torture of the three-hour boring meeting, Mr. Demon King, whose mind was a little rusty, completely lost his mind.
He must give a relatively natural answer as soon as possible, Nemo thought anxiously.
When the prompting sounded from the side of the magic circle, he expected that there might be such a situation. But the circumstances were special at the time, and it was impossible for him to remain silent in order to conceal his identity.
Nemo had originally hoped that Godwin would conjecture a possible approach on his own like the rest of the powerhouses, or easily push it to "the shady and shady skills of the Black Chapter." Of course, just in case, he also prepared a set of rhetoric in advance—
But Godwin was staring at him very seriously, his expression extremely serious. A joking lie or two was enough, and Nemo found that he still didn't have the courage to gossip in front of acquaintances.
"Uh... how can I say this, actually... "
"Actually, this is not the right thing to tell you."
The familiar lazy voice sounded, and an arm was placed on the shoulders from behind him, and Nemo instantly guessed the identity of the uninvited guest.
Jesse Dillon showed his trademark sweet smile: "Our mage is a bit introverted, you see him. Let me tell you, I don't think you mind, dear Mr. Wright."
Nemo nodded stiffly.
"That's right. Mr. Wright's gray parrot is actually a superior demon." Jesse touched his chin. "Its species is relatively rare, and it happens to have a special ability to be sensitive to illusion."
"It is impossible for a superior demon to choose a parrot, an animal body with extremely low magical abilities. Even if the contract can be obtained more easily, the parrot's body is extremely fragile and cannot exert much power. This is unreasonable." Godwin pointed out immediately.
"Of course, of course." Jesse continued with a smile, "Mr. Wright and Mr. Ramon didn't lie to you, that parrot was a mid-level demon when I joined! You know, one time it secretly left the team and ran away. Abyss Church."
The blond youth snatched the staff from Nemo very naturally.
"This is a powerful tool that even the Rad Sect can't see through. You see, you should be able to feel the aura of an exceptionally powerful superior demon here. The parrot found it, and our little parrot definitely had an adventure."
Nemo silently glanced at the handmade staff made of floor lamp poles. From the bottom of my heart, I admire Jesse's ability to talk nonsense.
Mr. Dylan has a perfect mix of truth and lies. His staff does have a strong enough superior demon breath. After all, the bone ball is the white demon of the silent church - Corlestoro has accumulated demon rot that has accumulated for hundreds of years near the church.
I don't know what happened to the nightmare leopard now, Nemo lost his mind for a few seconds.
Godwin took the staff with a headache: "You mean, the demons in your team have been upgraded?"
"Yes, this is not a good thing that can be advertised around. Mr. Wright is not possessed by it, and strictly speaking, he is not a demon warlock. Our captain did not swear." The smile on Jesse's face became even bigger. . "You know your attitude towards demons... Also like you said, even if it's upgraded, the power of flesh and blood is still limited by the parrot's body. After all, it's not that dangerous."
The grey parrot did look terribly timid, and on the few occasions it met, it looked shivering and trembling. Godwin stared at the pitch-black bone ball at the top of the staff, thinking seriously.
According to Jesse Dillon, this performance does make sense. It wasn't adapted to the role of a real superior demon, and now Oliver Ramon can definitely deal with a superior demon attached to a gray parrot.
"I see, thanks for explaining." Godwin gave Jesse a nonchalant nod. "This matter is really not suitable for publicity. You'd better be optimistic about the parrot. If it tries to replace the human body and conclude a contract, I will indeed intervene."
Then he turned to Nemo: "Sorry, Mr. Wright, for the delay."
While the demonic aura in the Caleb Village witch incident remains unexplained, he also lacks definitive evidence that it has a connection to the tumbleweed. Although there is still a residual sense of disobedience in his heart, he continues to haunt each other because of unwarranted suspicion... This is not his style of doing things.
Godwin politely handed back his staff, turned, and the dark red horns of his cape cut through the air.
After confirming that Godwin was far away, Nemo sighed earth-shatteringly: "Thanks, Dylan."
"By the way." Jesse rubbed his chin. "Actually, I'm here to see you, dear Mr. Wright."
Nemo raised an eyebrow.
"You know who I am, so I need to remind you in advance - the closer you get to the abyss, the greater the suppression of my power. Now I don't know what will happen in the future, you'd better not acquiesce because I didn't make a statement. All safe." The smile on Jesse's face stiffened.
Nemo was silent for a moment: "Are you in danger in the abyss? I mean the kind that will endanger your life. If you can't, you can stay here. That's part of the escort job, I don't think Olly won't mind."
"It won't be to such an extent that it will endanger my life. If my body is finished, the impact is probably similar to the loss of a piece of flesh and blood from a superior demon. It's just... Well, forget it, I shouldn't be so unlucky."
The blond youth shrugged his shoulders in a relaxed tone.
"I won't leave the team because of this. After all, Ed will definitely go with you. I'm just a reminder."
The next plan went surprisingly well.
Almost suffered a big loss on the first magic formation, and the next reconnaissance team acted extremely cautiously. Instead of trying to fix the circles, they log as much data as possible without activating them.
As for descending on this road leading to the abyss, the three reconnaissance teams completely relied on the two giant dragons and the adventurers' self-built teleportation formations - although the speed is slow, unstable, and the cost of mana is staggering, at least it is not enough Something terrible happened.
For the first three weeks, it worked. Everything was calm and there were no strange attacks. If it wasn't for the time and effort required to quietly sabotage these large teleportation circles, one would simply think it was a prank on the whim of some demon.
"Well, this is the fourth set." Commander Lugo waved his short cane. "Have the data been recorded?"
"Yes, Lord Lugo."
"Next, be more careful." The one-eyed dwarf rolled his eyes, "The depth here is more than 20 kilometers underground, and the means of instant communication on the surface should have failed. You must remember to record the information in as much detail as possible, with a puppet bird. Take it to Return Town, a spare, just in case. I warn you, especially humans - don't try to save trouble with abyss communication spells! No matter what type of demon the enemy is, don't give them the opportunity to eavesdrop on intelligence."
"Yes, Lord Lugo!"
"Next... um, what do you want to say?"
The two dragons approached, the red-brown dragon, who had been carrying the tumbleweeds, remained motionless, while the blue dragon that was partnered with him stretched out its forelimbs—
[It's too deep here, we won't descend in the form of flying again.]
Unlike the one-eyed dwarves, the structure of the dragon's vocal cords prevents them from using human language. And most dragons don't like to turn themselves into humanoids specifically for communication. They tend to take a more straightforward form—writing in the air with light.
[The concentration of the abyss magic power is too large, and if it drops so quickly, we may experience dizziness and fatigue, and maybe we will fall in mid-air. This is not a negotiation, it is a statement, the flight is over and we will climb down with you.]
"Oh, I guessed there would be this." Dwarf Lugo waved his hand indifferently. "Of course, everyone will have to use their hands and feet next - you two should rest and be warned."
The blue dragon snorted and agreed, and the reddish-brown head looked like he was going to fall asleep soon.
For a moment, Oliver showed an expression that was close to rejoicing.
Now, he really prefers to climb down by himself rather than riding a flying dragon.
For more than three weeks, things have been much simpler than they had imagined. Although there have been several dangerous situations, most of them were unexpected encounters with the demon tribe, and the other party made it clear that they had no plans. If I had to say it, there were indeed several groups of particularly difficult mid-level demon sneak attacks, but they were all easily repelled by the ones who were at the forefront.
A part of the troops was left in Return Town, and there were not many people in the reconnaissance team, so it was not too difficult to escort them.
But the growing darkness is really frightening.
As they descended deeper and deeper into the abyss, the demons began to divide in size - as large as a whale floating in the air and as small as a mosquito. They radiate eerie light, wandering around in the darkness where you can't see your fingers.
To avoid attracting deadly opponents, only the end of the team ignited the magic lamp of the abyss magic as energy.
Everyone else wore a special spar, connecting the people around them with a magic rope that was not too strong, and proceeded cautiously down in the dark, paying attention to the status of their companions at any time.
Oliver understood why the expedition army had to use a large teleportation array to go back and forth.
The taste of eating and resting in the dark, moving in the dark is really bad. He could at least hug Nemo while he was resting and feel the warmth of his lover. If you are alone, just keeping your senses is a laborious job.
Not to mention that in the darkness where they could not see five fingers, countless deformed monsters silently aimed at them.
He kept his perception open at all times, and once "saw" a mage unknowingly stepping on a monster's everted lips. Fortunately, the giant was sleeping, completely ignoring the group of "surface ants" on the move.
Rao is because his strength is amazing, and he can't help but sweat.
This is still the commander's pre-selected "safest" path.
Fortunately, the reconnaissance team after the reduction was more than 100 people, and the action was relatively compact. If it were replaced by an army of tens of thousands, this monster only needed a roll of its tongue, which was enough to smash the entire team into a mess.
"Is there any special feeling?" Oliver squeezed the palm of his lover's palm, the darkness was too thick, as if a layer of ink had stuck on the eyeball. "If you feel something is not right..."
"No, don't worry." Nemo's voice pierced through the darkness and came from a short distance away, with a smile. "You should be more concerned than me... Huh?"
In an instant, the lights came on.
Dwarf Lugo apparently gave some kind of instruction, and the spare float lights in the team floated neatly, illuminating the rock wall in front of him.
The rock wall was dark and rough like a seaside reef. It was full of holes, and the whole scout party was standing in front of the largest one.
There was a faint glow from the depths of the cave.
"Lighting is allowed in the cave, you'd better let your eyes adapt to the light in advance." The dwarf's unpleasant voice was amplified by magic. "After the cave is the gravity labyrinth, prepare your gravity pendulum and make me nervous!"
"Is it all right?" Oliver said nervously, "Why do I think the name 'Gravity Labyrinth' sounds familiar?"
"Remember the superior demon who worked with Della Lennion when he was in Garland?" Nemo swallowed hard. "I seemed to have… threw it here from the surface."
"… The one that hurt you badly? I remember it was Witherspoon," Oliver muttered.
"It's the name." Nemo stared solemnly at the rock wall in front of him. "And I feel it."
"How is it, uh, now?"
"Very unhappy."