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Oliver did not bring everyone back to Return Town.
Nemo's spellcasting ended for some reason, and the temporarily opened space channel collapsed quickly. Oliver, who was at the forefront, seemed to have found a certain coordinate. He rushed forward and forcibly tore the almost unbreakable space in front of him with the gray fog.
Godwin opened his eyes as Debbie dealt with the painful burn. A cold liquid hit his skin along the gust of wind, scarlet and sticky.
Completely lost the support of Nemo Wright, and the rest are not strong enough to tear the space. The head of the tumbleweed rushed forward alone, and the gray fog's movements became more and more chaotic.
But he didn't look back, not even once. Whether it was out of worry or pain, Oliver rushed faster and faster, bleeding more and more.
Godwin gritted his teeth, inserted his sword into the stone platform, and forcibly propped himself up.
Barely maintaining the spell, Debbie cried so hard that she nearly suffocated. She clenched the staff tremblingly with one hand, and the other hand almost scratched the hem of the robe, and tears could not stop pouring out of her eyes. Godwin hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, pressed her head gently on her chest, and took over the defensive circle.
Debbie clutched Godwin's tattered cloak with both hands, choking with exhaustion and pain.
After an unknown time, they finally saw the light.
In the frantic eruption, Oliver directly brought everyone to the surface closest to the abyss. With a burst of sound, the stone platform rose from the ground and landed firmly on the lawn under the escort of the defensive circle.
Oliver glanced around, making sure everyone was okay, then turned around and walked in a certain direction.
Even if Nemo had endured a part of the pressure of tearing apart the space in advance, it would still be extremely crazy to force through the boundary between the surface and the abyss - Oliver had almost no intact parts of his body, but he still stood, expressionless, let the blood flow. Sprinkle with slightly withered leaves of grass.
He staggered forward, slowly and desperately, like a dying soldier on the battlefield heading home.
The gray fog around Oliver began to spin out of control. It did not erupt, but swept across his skin quickly, causing wounds one after another.
"Stop, Ramon." Godwin said hoarsely. "You need therapy."
"I need to see Bagelmore." Oliver murmured dreamily, stopping but not looking back. "It should still be connected to Nemo, it should be able to feel Nemo's condition. I can feel it, it's nearby. I have to go..."
It was only a momentary pause, and a pool of dim blood pooled under his feet.
The gray fog spun more and more frantically.
Godwin didn't say much. He patted Debbie on the back and stood up, ignoring the re-opening wound in his abdomen.
In the next second, he flashed behind Oliver, and when he raised his hand, it was a neat knife. The out-of-control gray fog exploded, leaving several deep wounds on Godwin's body before finally subsiding.
"You can't go now!" A member of the reconnaissance team said subconsciously, helping the red dragon who was panting frantically on the ground to stand up. "The escort isn't over yet—"
"Shut up." The Disciplined Bishop coughed violently. "It's safe here. Let them..."
"Debbie, gather Horizon and escort these people back to where they should be. I'll pay for the operation." Godwin neatly painted Oliver's black armor full of hemostatic charms, and took out a few pictures from his pocket. The pages of healing spells, lit and press on their newly added wounds.
Immediately, he carried Oliver on his back: "I took him to his companion. There is a clear demonic atmosphere in a place nearby. Ramon's condition is not good, he... needs his companion."
Debbie choked and nodded, her throat seemed to be swollen, and she couldn't make a sound for a long time.
She took out a golden communication spar and smashed it directly with magic. The young mage's legs trembled with excessive grief, but she forced herself to straighten her back as she continued to cast soothing and healing spells.
Being extremely cruel to herself is really... like her unrelated eldest brother.
Godwin sighed again in his heart, turned his head silently, and moved towards the familiar demonic breath with Oliver on his back. This may be the only good thing - the parrot has returned to the surface, so the other scout team is likely to be safe.
"Hold on," Godwin whispered.
His last blood relative was still in a coma behind him, his face covered in blood and tears. Compared with his indifferent relative, Oliver Ramon needs a companion who can completely trust him.
Unfortunately, fate can always be more cruel.
The pale hive half an hour ago.
Now that they have been surrounded, the reconnaissance team no longer has the need to carefully hide their whereabouts. All the magic lamps were lit up and danced like bees around the players.
Adrian quickly healed several more fatal wounds on his lower body, and was too lazy to care about the minor wounds that were not too deep. He picked up a silver sword that had lost its owner from the stone platform, and his back was straight.
"Jesse." His voice was still clear, "Can you hold on?"
Adrian knew that although Jesse Dylan was in a bad state at the moment, if the other party wanted to escape alone, the chance of surviving would definitely be much higher than it is now.
Jesse stood up straight, tucking the slightly tousled blonde hair behind her head. He still had a smirk that showed no emotion, and his voice was frivolous and sloppy: "As I said, I don't like to lose. Not to mention losing to a group of brainless ants."
Under the gaze of countless demons, people huddled together, and despair and panic spread like a severe plague. And the blond young man stretched out his hand and grabbed the broken collar of the Adrian monk's suit. He kissed each other's blood-stained lips without hesitation.
The knight commander frowned slightly, but did not push him away.
"Let's play something crazier," he whispered vaguely, brushing the dry blood on the side of Adrian's face with his fingertips. "You can use all the moves you want, my dear, don't worry about me. The opposite is just a group of demons who can't stand on the stage, and you are the 'radiant morning star'."
"You are already very weak."
"Well, that's a problem. After all, I got a little 'special treatment' here, and I have to complain to Mr. Wright."
Jesse rubbed her lower lip with her fingers as she muttered inexplicable words. The blood stains left by the kiss just now were rubbed away a little.
"The situation is special. If the power is completely drained, I may be temporarily unconscious." Jesse Dillon's voice was very light amid the demon's roar. "Once I get to that point, my appearance may change a little... um, a rather peculiar change. Don't worry about me then, just take me back to the surface and I'll wake up when I recover."
"I see." Adrian spread his feet slightly and lowered his weight. "You can do whatever you want, right?"
"Oops, if you'd like to say that on another occasion—"
"I'll make a quick decision," Adrian interrupted calmly, as always.
"Of course I want to be with you in such an exciting event, baby." Jesse smiled brightly and turned away.
He raised his hands, and this time there was no longer a dagger between his fingers, but pure brilliance. Jesse raised his hand casually, and the flickering white shields shrouded the rest of the Scouts.
Bagelmoru originally wanted to try to rush out to fight, but he slammed into the shield, and most of the feathers on the top of his head were burned directly. It screamed a dirty word, and flew back angrily, protecting the Fuller goat again.
Feeling the breath of another person behind him, Adrian bent the corners of his mouth subconsciously.
Immediately, the destructive surface magic wave suddenly spread. The astonishing killing intent and fighting intent condensed into a ball and turned into an invisible blade. They stabbed at the gathered demons in a very targeted manner, and the huge monsters subconsciously retracted into the cave.
Since his loss of power, the title "The Morning Star of the Radiance" has rarely been mentioned. It is not that the Holy See of Ladd did not try to keep Adrian Cross, but this taciturn genius rejected the choir attendants assigned to him by the Holy See and was willing to be an ordinary inspector.
There was no sign of his power recovering, and over time, the brilliance that had terrified countless enemies turned into a rumored grime.
How credible is the exaggerated strength of a betrayal who wagged his tail to the devil
But at this moment, when the former Judge Knight Commander burst into full force without any scruples, the rumors in the memory corner instantly turned into reality.
"Go away." The ordinary silver sword in Adrian Cross's hand was full of brilliance at the moment, so blinding that he couldn't look directly. "This is the final warning."
Not to mention the real target of the killing intent, the several scouts who were affected were all soft-footed on the spot.
The demons writhed in anger, and the pale hive trembled with their movements and began to collapse. Some of the smaller demons pulled their heads back into the cave - after all, they had just been freed, and although they were hungry, it was more important to keep their lives cautiously.
Anyway, there are only a few mouthfuls of prey, and it smells extremely dangerous.
The rest stuck their heads out again, opened their saliva-filled mouthparts or mouths, and charged at them with their spells.
"I warned you." Adrian's voice was very calm, "I'm sorry."
Almost in the next second, countless star-like light balls lit up above their heads, with shining light marks connected to them, which looked like a starry sky at first glance. No one could see the movements of the former knight commander clearly, they could only see the ball of light hovering in the darkness for a moment, then exploded together.
A stench of blood rained down from the large cavity of the pale beehive. The purple flesh slapped on the protective shield above the reconnaissance team, making an unpleasant sizzling sound.
Adrian didn't stop there, he jumped back to the stone platform.
"Activate the dragon breath stone props and get the dragon ready!" he commanded directly, "They are about to explode, prepare to retreat!"
His judgment was very accurate.
The thoughts of these demons are very simple, and when they find that they are seriously injured, they have no hope of recovering. They will instinctively sweep away this danger for their kin—
The rich abyss magic wave suddenly swayed.
The scouts climbed up on the Blue Dragon's back, and the Grey Parrot struggled to grab the Fuller Goat's leash, pulling it up too. It's a pity that the hands of the Mooney believers who operated the Dragon Breath stone flying props were shaking so badly that they were half a beat slower.
The mixed abyss magic suddenly exploded.
Adrian swallowed the blood that poured into his throat. As a seasoned fighter, he knows his physical condition like the back of his hand. He himself used more spells than he was at his prime, and Jesse gave him more pure power than he ever had.
Excessive excess is not something normal human bodies can bear, and it can also cause damage.
Although the surface was fine, his internal organs were bursting. If you don't leave in time...
Adrian gritted his teeth and activated the Advanced Guard spell again.
A heavy hostility surged up from the depths of the abyss and enveloped him in an instant. Adrian's scalp went numb, and he almost thought he had been kneaded into flesh by the hostility.
Jesse's reaction was even stronger, and the blond youth groaned and lost consciousness in an instant. Everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and no one bothered to tie extra ropes to this annoying black seal.
Adrian grabbed Jesse, who almost fell from the dragon's back, with one hand, and almost clenched his teeth against the hostility. He barely held on to the protective spell, but there were still a lot of abyss magic mixed with demon flesh and blood, pouring in the entire reconnaissance team.
Dragon's Breath Stone props finally successfully activated.
Adrian held the unconscious Jesse Dylan in his arms to prevent him from falling back into the abyss. Ignoring the pain that spread all over his body, he closed his eyes in the blinding white light—despite being doused with demonic flesh, they were no doubt rising rapidly.
They are about to leave here.
When he saw the sun again, Adrian landed on his knees and couldn't stand up for a long time.
The overuse of his strength gave him a splitting headache, his ears were ringing frantically, and his brain was starved of oxygen. He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and the silver sword in his hand was pitted and full of scratches.
His eyes were full of flying spots of light, and it took him a long time to see the face of the person in his arms.
In the next second, Adrian woke up instantly.
Jesse Dylan's nearly perfect face now no longer has anything to do with the word "beautiful", his face contorted horribly, half still barely human, half twisted into beast form. Alien horns protruded from his skull, and the twist even continued.
The five fingers that the opponent opened unconsciously turned into claws, and long snow-white hairs were exposed from the wide cuffs, stained with purple-black blood stains.
Adrian stretched out his hand dazedly and lightly touched the other's paw.
That's right.
The sour emotion stuffed his throat, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
"Routine inspection." The dwarf Lugo, who finally recovered his senses, said sharply, "The large-scale contamination of the demon's flesh and blood has the possibility of injuring the superior demon. Please cooperate with the inspection - once you find any traces of alienation, deal with it immediately. After being completely destroyed, it will be thrown back into the abyss."
no.
Adrien thought, now he knew it. Whatever Jesse Dillon is, it absolutely cannot belong to the abyss. But the way he is now...
He hugged the other person tightly in his arms, hiding the terrifying face.
They returned to the surface, and now they can only wait for Dylan to wake up by himself. If he didn't wake up in time... Adrian glanced at the silver swords wrapped in spells in the hands of the Judge Knights.
As Jesse's appearance changes, the spiritual sacrifice that connects them becomes more fragile. Not to mention that his physical condition does not allow him to continue fighting, he can no longer use any spells.
He didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"Check." Although he hated traitors, Yu Wei, the former Judge Knight Commander, was still there. The approaching judge knight's tone was dry, but it was not disrespectful.
"Please wait for us a moment," said Adrian hoarsely, pressing Jesse's head with a blood-stained hand. "My companion is not doing well, he needs to take a break."
"Check." The fanatic who held the sword frowned and clenched the hilt.
"What's wrong with you?!" The grey parrot spat out the leash in his mouth and scolded directly. "The two of them just saved your life!"
"That's what they should do." The Mage who survived the disaster said in a cold voice, "The Pope paid the money, didn't he? It's their job to save our lives. Our greatest connivance to him is to allow you such a filthy scumbag. Dirty demons dangle in front of us."
The grey parrot looked like he wanted to spray some abyss magic on the mage's face, but it glanced at Adrian, who was in trouble, and swallowed it back.
The magic explosion on the surface just now was too intense, and it hasn't slowed down yet.
But Bagelmore definitely hates fanatics more than Adrian Cross and Jesse Dillon who have fed him. It flew strong to Adrian's side, puffing out its chest and staring at the sword in dissatisfaction.
The Knights of Judgment did not wait for Adrian's plea. He took out a page full of intricate runes and quickly lit it in front of them.
"Jesse Dylan's state is not right." The knight reported in a flat voice, "No aura of magic in the abyss was found, but his magic fluctuations at the moment do not belong to human beings and do not match the data. There is no record of such fluctuations on the surface. "
Adrian lowered his eyes.
"Wait a few more minutes and give us a little time. I'm sure he can explain."
He needs to procrastinate, even for a second - Jesse Dillon has always been a mouthful, and when he wakes up, he will probably be able to solve this predicament with the nonsense he is good at.
One second, another second.
"While I'd love to say 'vote', it's not a voteable issue."
The commander said plainly, tugging at the beard covered in flesh and blood.
"Thank you for your efforts, Cross. As a commander, I must eliminate all threats to the surface. As a believer, I have to maintain the majesty of Mansfield, the god of fire. Your companion is unlucky, I hope you can understand."
He made a gesture, and his skinny palms cut through the air.
"May Chenni's glory live forever." With the commander's consent, the judgement knight simply prayed and swung down with his sword.
And that blade couldn't let the former Judge Knight-Captain let go—the other sword stopped its trajectory.
Adrian resisted the attack with his sword and placed a light kiss on the other's twisted forehead. He let go of the arms that held him, forcing himself to stand up again.
"Cross, forget it, Cross!" Bagelmore exclaimed hastily. "You know him... you know he won't die! He said he won't die! He—"
I have to tell the other side Jesse Dillon's identity, this fight is meaningless at all. Bagelmore flew with all his strength—even if the other party wouldn't believe it, even if such "disrespectful" remarks would cause trouble. It has to be…
A blazing white light bombarded down, and it couldn't say anything, and could only fall weakly to the ground.
"The devil's testimony." The fanatics cast their eyes. "Adrian Cross. Step back now, you are not a capital crime."
"He likes to lie."
Adrian barely resisted the shock. He ignored the chattering fanatic in front of him, and just looked seriously in the direction of the grey parrot.
"Thank you, Baglmore. But I can't watch him being thrown into the abyss."
A magic power slowly surged through his drained and oozing internal organs, Adrian turned his head with difficulty, and the choir youths who were hiding among the fanatics smiled gratefully.
Too bad Hamlyn Elmer couldn't see, he thought regretfully.
"I know he's stronger than me, I know he might not die, I know he might not be human... But I promised him below that I would protect him."
The former judge knight is covered in blood, but smiling. He stood firmly in front of Jesse Dylan, holding the silver sword in both hands.
"May the glory of Chenni live on forever." Adrian said softly.
He was still ringing badly, and the loss of blood had blurred his vision. But it wasn't the first time, and it wasn't the first time he was teetering on the edge of death.
Counting the initial encounter, how many times has "Jesse Dillon" saved himself? he thought in a trance.
And when he was struggling to find information, this one was snoring beside him at all.
… the guy with the worst personality.
"...And." The pain gradually turned to numbness, he raised the silver sword that was about to break, and the corners of his mouth became wider and wider.
“The cake tastes good.”