Adrian Cross was not surprised by the warning.
The ex-judgment knight's face was calm, and the finger that had just released the arrow was still slowly seeping blood. He quietly swallowed the bread that Jesse had shoved over, not even a second of surprise on his face.
After politely and swiftly finishing the white bread, Adrian finally spoke, throwing a brief question at the restless choir member: "Mad believer?"
The young man with unusual eyes nodded cautiously. He looked extremely nervous, making sure that the other party understood what he meant, the young man saluted again to the four of Tumbleweed, and quickly returned to the reconnaissance team that was far away.
Jesse let out a short "ha," before taking back the subtle smile on his face.
"Crazy believer?" Oliver saved a lot of questions, and he decided to start with the clearest one.
Nemo next to him quickly unloaded a pack of ham from the goat, and the tumbleweed mage used the shadow as a chopping board to neatly make a simple sandwich. Letting the Shadow Blade fly up and down, Nemo's eyes locked on the Knight Commander—
"Well, I can see it. Since the gentleman came to remind him, he should have heard something. Mr. Ramon, has that mage ever troubled you?"
"... It's not like making trouble, but that gentleman is not very friendly." Oliver recalled the contemptuous "sinner".
"I don't think they will make you their primary target based on the performance of the two just in the battle. If they really plan to do something, Mr. Dylan and I are in greater danger."
"This is the abyss, and we are the escort." Nemo stopped the Shadow Blade in shock, "Would anyone really choose this time to cause trouble?"
"Because it's in the abyss, some things happen more 'naturally'." Jesse glanced at the red-robed mage in the distance, pointed at the person beside him with his chin, and touched a freshly made sandwich. "You see."
Although the people of Ladism gather in one place, they are far apart from the followers of Muni. But if you look closely, the believers within the Radism seem to be vaguely divided into two groups. Discipline Bishop Felix was clearly standing in a group far away from the mage.
Taking into account the comprehensiveness of the information, the Rad Sect people must also be divided into two teams. As a member of the Radhist escort, there are only two people on the horizon, and in order to maintain the balance of power, Tumbleweed is destined to act separately.
"The reconnaissance team may find a lot of things, and if it is successful in bringing back valuable information, it will be a great achievement no matter what religion. There is also a power struggle within the Rad Cult, you know, it is a behemoth after all - you guessed it, who came to seek credit Will there be only one faction?" The blond young man hummed.
"Since it's an internal struggle, why are they coming at us?" Oliver gasped with a toothache and asked subconsciously.
"Don't forget, dear captain. We are the guards chosen by the Pope himself." Jesse said with a smile, "That old fox is very shrewd. No one likes the black seal, but Mr. Bishop's attitude is very good along the way. Yes. He must have been specifically instructed by the Pope not to be an enemy of us... ah, I even started to admire that sly old guy."
"If our escort is successful, he has earned enough information and can sell us more favors with some false name. If we fail - oh, I don't think so, you basically know the actual situation of this team."
Hearing the disrespectful title for the Pope, Adrian frowned and glared at Jesse: "This is one aspect of it."
After that, the knight commander twitched his lips helplessly: "In addition to interests, there is also faith. The last Pope focused on maintaining the 'glory of God' and was extremely strict with pagans. Since Lord Quinn took office, the policy has eased a lot, but that It's all based on ignoring some of the harsh dogma."
He let out a small sigh.
"When it comes to the followers of the last Pope, some people are indeed dissatisfied because of what Dylan said about the interests. But there are also some people who believe that Lord Quinn is sacrificing the glory of Chenni in exchange for dirty wealth."
Zeni's glory.
Nemo silently folded his freshly baked sandwiches and rolled his eyes inwardly.
Mr. Dylan had no honor to sacrifice. If the so-called glory can really be exchanged for gold coins, even if Dylan put the "Glory" in the auction, he would not be at all surprised - after all, their fortune-tellers don't even cherish their faces, let alone such a high-level thing as glory. .
But the words have come to this point, even he and Oliver who are still inexperienced can understand that under the coordination of the old Pope, the conflict of interests may be able to be discussed in the long run. Although belief is also about interests, extreme belief conflicts are difficult to reconcile.
Not to mention that attacking a comrade-in-arms wherever it is placed is a deplorable behavior, and the dogma of mad believers should not allow them to do that. So if you want to express your resistance to the current Pope Ladd, attacking the tumbleweed is the least morally burdensome.
Especially Adrian Clos, who "betrayed" from the Radism but was passively pursued by the Pope.
Nemo silently took a bite of the sandwich, stuffing a smashed ham on the shoulder of the self-absorbed Grey Parrot.
Pope Dwayne Quinn should have been able to foresee this, and the knight commander who was once a high-ranking Laddist also knew what he would face. The deal they signed that day at Clement's Cathedral was perhaps more heavy than they thought.
"Sorry, I didn't think it through." Oliver took a few deep breaths.
"You have no choice." The knight commander said calmly, "At that point in time, promising the Pope was indeed the best decision for the team."
"If it were me." Jesse put an arm around the knight commander's neck and changed the subject neatly. "I'll do it after I've collected information and successfully returned to the surface. Mad believers are crazy, but they're not brainless... If we meet as soon as possible, there won't be any big problems."
"Me and Ollie deal with the fanatic." Nemo swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.
"You are also a good target, 'Devil Believer' Nemo Wright. I think they hate you as much as I do." The knight commander shook his head slightly, and took the sandwich that Nemo handed over with both hands. "The bishop has the Pope's entrustment in front of him, so he shouldn't stare at you and pick on you. The probability of you and Mr. Ramon being exposed is lower."
Adrian's tone was somewhat irrefutable: "No matter who of you is exposed, the situation will be much worse than me. Dylan is considered a strong man for now. If the two of us cooperate, our combat effectiveness is sufficient."
"Honey, your fiery trust makes my heart tremble." Jesse said affectionately, holding her chest.
"And." The knight commander ignored Jesse who came over, "Mr. Wright, if this topic is over, can you explain the situation of this parrot?"
"… "
The reconnaissance team spent a full week investigating the fifth set of magic circles. Unfortunately, the gravity labyrinth is a special situation, and they can no longer use the puppet bird to bring out any information. By the time the reconnaissance team arrived at Ghost's Throat, the exhausted team had been in the abyss tunnel for a month.
Only a few of the tumbleweeds had spirits to react to the spectacular sight before them.
The ground material here is very strange, hard and smooth, exuding a hazy white light. The light was very soft, not harsh at all, but it also illuminated everything in front of them.
There are surprisingly few demons who choose to inhabit here. There is endless darkness overhead, and the glowing ground of pearly white below, the scenery is as clean as an illusion. The pearly white ground continued to undulate and folded not far from them, dividing two natural passages.
Nemo finally understands why it's called "Ghost Throat".
"A lot of people arrived here, very good, very good." Commander Lugo said weakly, rolling his one-eyed eyelids. "Now it's time to divide the team. One dragon on one side, that's not to say. Our people will also be divided into two parts, and you can do the rest at will, human."
He even gave a vicious laugh.
"It's about finding a balance between intelligence and life. Everyone, don't be too sharp."
The knight commander looked at the young man who had warned them - as expected, the choir member was assigned to the group of fanatics.
After all, His Holiness the Pope has been working on disbanding the choir.
"Let's go, Dylan." Adrian hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and patted Jesse's back lightly.
Jesse was eagerly grabbing Bagmoru with both hands, forcibly looking at Grey Parrot, who was trying to imitate the owl, trying to turn his head straight back—it even seemed to be nearly successful.
The appearance of the mutant flat snake in the Gravity Labyrinth flashed across his mind, and Adrian couldn't help but stretch out his hand and squeeze his eyebrows. The abyss was strange, and even the things they knew became absurd.
Eight hundred meters long giant demon.
Glancing at the dissatisfied and struggling parrot in Jesse's hands, the former knight commander shook his head with a wrinkled face, reluctantly pressing the memory of that dangerous superior demon back to his heart.
Compared to Nemo Wright, Baglmore's situation is at least within reason. Now it seems that it has successfully regained its due strength through the body, and the arrogance unique to the superior demon finally has a shadow - after all, not long ago, even a pure human Ann Savage could make it shriveled.
Business matters. Adrian looked back.
A week is enough for them to make a decision.
Godwin Lopez is clearly determined to keep an eye on Nemo after Baglmore's havoc in the Gravity Labyrinth. Since the two of Horizon didn't plan to split up, Nemo and Oliver tentatively followed Felix, the preceptor, and shoved the crying grey parrot to Jesse.
"It is an important combat power." The head of the tumbleweed solemnly instructed.
However, at the moment, Jesse Dylan is holding their important combat power in one hand and the Fuller goat in the other, leaning towards the fanatic with joy.
"Although the environment is not very beautiful, this is still our two-person world, Ed." The blond young man winked at him ambiguous.
But this could not hide the slightly pale face of Mr. Dylan.
Adrian sighed, stepped forward, and touched Jesse's forehead with his hand. After confirming that the temperature was normal, he put down his hand with a little worry: "If you are not feeling well, please don't hold on. Go through the throat of the ghost, and it is not far from the bottom of the abyss... Anything could happen there."
"Oh, of course I know." Jesse instantly released the parrot in his hand, grabbed the hand, and kissed unceremoniously. "Your concern is enough to heal me, my dear."
Glancing at those unusually calm blue pupils, the knight commander lowered his gaze and retracted his hand.
But just as he was about to speak, the tickling feeling of being peeped by others quickly climbed up his back. Adrian took two steps forward subconsciously, clenching the metal bow and acting as a guard beside the choir member.
He instinctively looked at some darkness in the distance. The feeling came and went quickly—the darkness over there was dead and lifeless.
Delusion
"Oops, your breathing stopped." In the darkness, a voice came from the dull communication crystal, and the tone was still wonderful. "Anyone watching?"
"Cross' intuition is good." The demon wrapped in the armor said solemnly.
"When are you going to be on the sidelines?" Della Lenien complained loudly on the crystal side, "You should know, O'Lorry, you can't get too close to the bottom of the abyss now. Even if you use magic power to connect the main body, my Eyeballs can't stand the demon king's breath. Not to mention the ones I cut apart and gave to you - you'd better get rid of them quickly and return to the surface."
The voice of the abyss sage became a little serious.
"I don't want to spare a body to do nothing and wait for you near the entrance to the abyss."
"Witherspoon failed to solve them successfully." O'Luo Rui did not answer the other party's question directly.
"Tsk, thank you for teaching him how to control the doll. Why, he was frightened by the breath of the 'Demon King' again?"
"It's a magma worm after all. Knowing that Wright is a fake, he won't flinch just because of a breath. He was defeated by Bagelmore."
"Interesting, is it an upgraded Ke Ruiwen flat snake? It's a case worth studying."
"The parrot is still following them." Orori touched the hilt of the great sword behind him. "At present, I haven't killed their terrain advantage at one time, and it's not yet time for me to expose. If there is no problem with the arrangement, the group of people who went to investigate the hidden magic circle is dead, and I don't need to take a special shot - I will continue to follow Nemo. Wright's side."
Looking through the gap in the helmet, those orange-red eyes swept towards the reconnaissance team in the distance. Demon Slayer's voice was extremely cold.
"This side... Well, if they are obsessed and continue to explore without knowing what to do, Wright still has the possibility of surviving alone."
"And you can't allow that to happen."
"Yes."