The specially made animal hair rope has sharp hooks at the top, and the reinforcement spell is embroidered on a two-finger-wide muslin belt, which wraps the rope tightly.
Nemo was taken aback by the sudden contact of the grey parrot, and Mr. Demon King slipped his hand and almost fell off the cliff.
Fortunately, the sole of the boot is attached to a floating array. Nemo tugged at the guide rope in his hands in shock. As he continued his descent, he cautiously attempted to establish a brief spiritual connection with Baglmore.
Bagelmoru has obtained the flesh and blood of the Demon King, and as long as the distance is not too far, it can communicate with Nemo without relying on the spar. It's just that they seldom separated for too long before, and the parrot was awkward to death, and never took the initiative to contact - after all, the success of the spiritual connection is a matter for both parties, if Bagelmore is unwilling to accept it, Ni There is not much that can be done about Mo.
However, after the grey parrot squeaked and screamed in his head, Nemo actually fell for a while.
[what happened? ] He responded anxiously in his mind, almost speaking out in shock. [There will be a demon seal formation in that kind of place? !]
[I don't know what happened! Anyway, the situation sucks, we are stuck in a pale hive by demons, and there are some ruthless guys who are hungry and crazy! Cross was injured, and as for Dylan, uh, I don't see any plans for him, but he doesn't look very good either. What to do, what to do, there are too many of them, my flesh and blood will be eaten—] The parrot's mental fluctuations are full of tears.
[What about your body? ] Ignoring the beating heart, Nemo forced his mind to remain calm. [Bagelmoru, remember, you are a superior demon. Let go of the pressure completely! Even if the other side is hungry and dizzy, the instinct to survive must still be there.]
[My body is hurt, listen, it's hurt! This hellish place is terribly cold, not suitable for me at all... Further down is the bottom of the abyss, and there are all monsters or desperate lunatics who dare to wander there. Even if I come here and let out my aura here with injuries—let’s say I can’t get Kross and the others out in time, I might attract worse guys!]
At present, the situation is relatively calm on his side, and Nemo thinks quickly. Considering Jesse's identity, this is indeed not a suitable battlefield for the opponent. He can take advantage of the two people on the horizon to temporarily protect the team, and Oliver and Oliver can help through the space crack.
Nemo subconsciously sought out the location of the grey parrot.
Immediately, he was horrified to discover that the opponent's position was like a boat covered by sea fog, and it was almost impossible to locate it.
The positional reactions of countless demons were stuffed into his head, and his starry sky became blurred due to some unknown factor, and it was constantly fluctuating.
The abyss was too wide, and another team was heading in the exact opposite direction. Even the breath of a giant dragon will be completely swallowed by the atmosphere near the bottom of the abyss - countless huge superior demons are close at hand, and the breath is thick like some kind of slime. They are mixed in one place, constantly changing and twisting.
If exploring the surface was to cross the shallow, clear water and pick up the shiny pebbles lying on the bottom of the river, at this moment his arms were like plunging into a bottomless icy swamp.
Even if Bagelmore was in it, he couldn't accurately perceive the position of the other team at this moment. The terrain in the depths of the abyss has been slowly changing, and experienced commanders will memorize and calculate based on landmarks, and no one will know the exact spatial coordinates of the pale hive.
Calm down, Nemo squeezed his palm.
Not to mention Jesse Dylan, his own state is not quite right. What really sent chills down Nemo's back was that he didn't notice the slightest bit of difference until he tried to locate the grey parrot.
But he couldn't panic at a time like this.
[Trust Jesse Dylan, that guy is not the type who is willing to sacrifice himself, he definitely has his own plans. Protect yourself, Baglmore. ] Nemo gave the order succinctly, trying to sound confident.
[real?]
[real.]
The grey parrot choked for a few seconds, and the panic in his mind was a little less: [Then...then I can protect Cross at most, and I don't care about anything else!]
[please.]
The moment he disconnected his spiritual connection, Nemo quickly focused his energy on the magic circle on the sole of his boots. In the darkness, he loosened the shimmering guide rope and rushed directly to Oliver above.
"Nimo?" Oliver, who was guarding nervously, blinked.
"It's not right here," Nemo whispered, glancing at Godwin a little above. "I don't feel Baglmore's place anymore."
Oliver's expression suddenly became serious: "When did it start?"
"It's fine when we just separated, but now... Anyway, it's the last few days. Let's not talk about this, Mr. Cross and the others were attacked by the seal demon, and the situation was very bad - I thought it was strange before, and I specifically suppressed myself. And the breath of Bagelmore, Witherspoon found it accurately. Now I'm sure, someone is playing tricks."
Saying that, Nemo looked down at his feet.
Unlike another reconnaissance team, their target was in a deep rift. The wide crack went straight to the bottom of the abyss, and the teleportation array was built on a bulge on one side of the crack. The rift valley was extremely dark, and the magic lamp could only illuminate a distance of four or five meters around them.
Although he couldn't see the sixth set of large teleportation arrays, they were not far from him in theory.
There was still a peaceful and icy silence in the rift. Nemo's scalp tingles at the calm now, knowing that his companions are struggling in the far-off darkness.
A thought that made his stomach twitch crawls through his heart - is this a trap set by "old self"? The bait was laid on the peaceful and beautiful grass, the traps were polished sharply, and the peace was pierced by the screams.
[Don't peep into the abyss.]
Not long ago, Della Layne had warned them that way.
Could the fluctuation of your own starry sky be related to "another devil" at the bottom of the abyss
"Let the team stop, I'll go down and have a look first." Nemo pursed his lips and made a quick decision. "Don't talk about Dylan, Mr. Cross is a very cautious person. If even he can't resist, there must be - or there must have been - some very powerful abyss magic."
"Okay, then I'll help you hold the end of the line." Knowing that he was not immune to abyss spells like Nemo, Oliver did not propose to go together this time. He simply said hello to Godwin above and slid down a long way. "Stay safe, Nemo."
Nemo didn't delay, let go of the speed and rushed down - within five minutes, he arrived at the sixth set of large teleportation arrays.
His hunch was right.
The rich abyss magic fluctuations were subtly concealed, and the black shadow circled over the teleportation array with malicious intent. If Mr. Cross and the others really endured this, then facing the hungry giant demons, the other reconnaissance team is more likely to be miserable than good luck.
Not to mention humans, this thing is not something that dragons can easily deal with.
and…
Nemo's fingertips touched the ferocious power, and the next second they were as docile as a sleepy cat.
… the power undoubtedly once belonged to him.
Judging from the level of wear and tear of the spell, this spell should have been activated more than 20 years ago. It was pre-scheduled, starting just after the previous expedition.
Not surprisingly, he closed his eyes in pain.
The expedition to defeat Ulysses was destroyed four times, and the fifth time the Demon King almost slaughtered the legendary Tin Soldier mercenary group. Then it is not surprising that there are two deadly traps under the underground teleportation array.
If another scout team, along with his comrades, really died because of this...
Make sure this spell has not been manipulated additionally. Nemo shivered and took a few deep breaths, tightening his fingers. The huge and ominous spell burst in an instant, and the out-of-control power rushed in all directions. They slammed against the cliff, splashing stone chips and dust all over his face.
Nemo wasn't distracted to get rid of them. He leaned down, and his pale, slender fingers brushed the dim lines of the circle. Apart from the fresh curse still attached to the circle, against the circle itself, there is nothing left.
Old power belonging to the Demon King, and fresh spells belonging to strangers. Nemo frowned - if the "old self" just wanted to obtain information and destroy the visitors, there was no need to seal a large number of demons in the pale hive. With such majestic power in his hand, he didn't need to make clever use of the terrain.
It seems that the stranger not only wanted to stop the expedition, he or she also very much did not want the reconnaissance team to pass the information out.
If the Witherspoon thing is also intervening in this force... Those puppet birds flying to Return Town may not be able to successfully reach their destination. Even if it arrives, the information inside may not be the original.
If I changed myself, I would definitely do it myself. Nemo calculated in his heart almost grimly.
If their opponents were really that cautious, someone should be watching them even at this moment.
Compared to Mr. Cross, who almost became a dead end, this place is calm, and it is not surprising that there is no summoning formation associated with it. Unlike the Pale Hive, the terrain here will not block the scout team. If the survivors barely get the intelligence, bring it back to the surface. Even after studying the sixth set of teleportation formations on the surface, the conclusion that can be drawn is nothing more than "there remains the malice left by the previous demon king".
After all, there should be no Jesse Dillon variable on the other team, and no one on this team should be able to know the status of the distant companions.
Mixed with false information, the parts that could be destroyed by calculation. Surface races would get an "ordinary and not very successful" reconnaissance result, and scholars could be misled by erroneous data and spend years—even decades—calculating an utterly useless puzzle.
Such sophisticated destruction takes time, and their opponents can use that time to destroy again.
But why? Why stop the expedition to the surface
Nemo couldn't figure it out, and didn't plan to spend too long thinking about it alone. The situation is too strange. Now the reconnaissance team can quickly obtain the information of this magic circle, and then they will ensure that this part of the team leaves safely on the dragon.
As for the pale hive, they can only temporarily pin their hopes on Jesse Dylan.
If it weren't for the fact that the spiritual connection was fragile and easily broken in this place, and it was extremely draining of attention, he would have wanted to ask Baglmore about the situation all the time.
Nemo's efforts were almost successful.
The reconnaissance team obtained the information safely, and even Mooney, who kept the Dragon Breath stone flying props, has begun to dismantle the magic props that protect it, preparing to install the red-brown dragon that looks too tense.
Just a little bit.
A tremor erupted, like a heavy mountain hitting the ground. Under the abyss, some giants are moving in groups, and the soft light is lit up, but the things it illuminates are extremely nauseating.
In the void below the huge crack, a group of huge monsters slowly moved forward. The monsters have four long legs similar to insects, which are neatly embedded on the sides of the giant body, in a standard cross shape, each of which is as thick as the body of Bagelmore. And the grayish body in the middle is covered with milky white eyes, densely packed, shining with milky white light.
Like the stars in the night sky.
An ominous premonition gripped his ankles, and Nemo swallowed.
"Blind bug with a lantern." The leader of the Mooney Sect, who was about to take out the dragon breath stone prop, stopped. "They're migrating."
"Yes. Don't worry, Nemo. Although they are high-level demons, their intelligence is extremely low. In terms of personality... uh, they are closer to plants than animals." As if seeing Nemo's unnaturalness, Debbie Take the initiative to explain.
Nemo smiled weakly, but didn't respond—of course he knew what a lantern bug was, and it should have rarely migrated.
At the bottom of the abyss are the corpses of many high-level demons. They use the miasma full of magic power as food, and they will not move for decades or even hundreds of years. Although they change places occasionally, but…
Nemo had a very, very bad feeling. There seemed to be a pair of icy arms around his neck in the darkness, something approaching.
"Have you dealt with it over there?" Nemo urged in a rare way in his heart beating like a drum. "The lantern bugs are migrating, and that's not a good thing. We'd better get out of here quickly."
Yes, from the gravity labyrinth to here, they overdid it.
It's like someone planning everything in advance, expecting them to die or leave quickly. Whether the motivation is good or bad, Nemo decided to take advantage of this as much as possible. However-
Mooney's elder leader took a breath and put the prop down very slowly. He took off the hood he had been wearing on his head, revealing a severely disfigured old face.
"I remember that feeling," he said dreamily. "This sense of oppression..."
The lantern-blind worm walked away with star-like eyes, and the darkness under the crack appeared empty again.
But the emptiness was particularly disturbing.
"It's Ulysses."
The old man said in a hoarse voice, in a strange tone.
"Listen, Rad's, Bishop of Discipline, right? We'd better cooperate... This is unprecedented and precious information."
"Ulysses is dead." Nemo gritted his teeth and couldn't help but interject.
"We were not prepared enough, and the number of people was too small." Oliver was very realistic and blocked, stopping the old man's footsteps towards the edge of the rock platform. "It's better to ensure that the existing information is brought out first, what do you think?"
"I agree with Mr. Ramon's opinion." Discipline Bishop Felix's expression was solemn, "I didn't question your intentions, Lord Calapan. Even if your feelings are not wrong, this is really..."
"I'll never forget." The Mooney leader let out a hoarse laugh. "I'll never forget how it ripped apart my warriors... Ah, Ulysses, that's right. You can go if you want. Well, Rad taught. Just a little bit closer, a little bit closer, let me see it with my own eyes... I watched its head cut off and taken out. And now it's alive, and it's more absurd than that thing?"
The one-eyed dwarves chatted and chatted, and squeezed towards Mooney's side with interest.
"...Then please give us the flying props." The preceptor bishop stretched out his hand solemnly, and the red-brown dragon nodded vigorously in agreement.
"No, let's just take a moment and take a look. Since you don't want to go down, I can only trouble you to wait for us for a while... I didn't survive the last expedition to simply die here."
He clenched the Dragon Breath stone prop in his hand.
"It's not that I don't believe you, but it would be unfortunate if these young lads stole it and tried to escape by force. Are they Heizhang?"
"Mr. Calapan." Disciplined Bishop Felix's voice began to stiffen, "Speaking of rudeness, if you can't come back—"
"If I can escape from it the first time, I can escape the second time." The old man responded indifferently.
His voice just fell.
The familiar aura flashed by, and an extremely thin thread of light passed through the dragon breath stone on the prop. Then it quickly turned black, decayed, and turned to powder before everyone's eyes, taking away the only hope for a quick retreat.
"No." A voice sounded from the darkness not far away, full of disgust. "You can't."
"You will die here."
Nemo recognized the voice.
The malicious voyeur finally showed up. The voice undoubtedly belonged to Talbot Vance—or, rather, O'Lorore the Demon Slayer.
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The two people who survived the expedition, one is Flint, the other is this XD