Mr. White
Oliver regained a little consciousness.
The feeling of being carried away from the whole body and being carried behind him is somewhat familiar. The memory of fleeing with Nemo in the frontier forest was mixed with instinctive ecstasy, soaking his thoughts like hot water, and Oliver forced his eyes to open almost immediately.
After seeing the dark red cloak and blond hair in front of him, those green eyes full of anticipation quickly dimmed.
His head has not been completely awake, but sadness has already thrown a strong sourness in his eyes and nose.
"Brother." Oliver whispered.
"I'll take you to find your companion." Godwin said stiffly without looking back. "You'd better get more sleep."
"I'm sorry, I lied to you back then."
"About his strength? It seems that Nemo Wright has proved his position with action." Godwin said dryly. "Although I have other conjectures, now... is not the right time."
"What about Debbie and the others?"
"Debbie is fine, I asked her to contact Horizon to escort the reconnaissance team. Lord Calapan of the Moonee sect was unconscious due to excessive consumption. It seems that Bishop of Discipline has no intention of pursuing you for the time being." Godwin continued to walk forward, There was half a minute of silence before taking the next sentence. "… Now you don't have to worry about that."
"Thank you," Oliver muttered.
Godwin did not deceive him, the breath of Bagmoru was indeed getting closer. At their current pace, they can meet another team in less than an hour. Although there was nothing on the surface, Oliver knew very well that Godwin himself was also extremely weak - Captain Horizon didn't even have the power to heal the bleeding wound.
"What are you going to do next..." Godwin paused before he could finish his question.
A terrifying force erupted from the direction of the other team, and the terrifying momentum and strong malice instantly made Oliver's hair stand on end.
If talking about Noe a long time ago, the horror he felt in Nemo was still a little hazy, but now that his own strength has soared, the gap like that day was even clearer.
Godwin, who is also a top powerhouse, did not hold on, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.
Oliver struggled down from the opponent's back and lay on his back on the slightly yellow grass beside him.
"It's surface magic, what's going on. I've never seen anything like this—" His voice trembled uncontrollably, and Godwin's eyes subconsciously swept to the face that looked like himself beside him.
But Oliver didn't look too surprised. Godwin could see that it wasn't the numbness after the loss of a loved one, but the calmness that was already known.
Oliver Ramon has indeed become different. In my impression, this cousin who likes to do things wrong always has a smile, even if it is a wry smile, there is a little smile between his eyebrows and eyes. But now Mr. Ramon was lying there in silence, his eyes were still red, and there was not much emotion on his face.
The soft eyebrows and eyes in the past were slightly stiff, as if he had never learned how to smile since he was born.
"Go back, brother," he said, staring at the blue sky above.
Trying to ignore the increasing weight of the unknown force, Godwin looked up at the sky—a beautiful bluebonnet, without a cloud.
"Thank you," Oliver still looked up at the sky without blinking. "But then I have to go by myself."
"I still have a few teleportation spells here. You go with me. Something must have happened over there. The strength of this power... You and I can't handle it now." Godwin replied immediately.
"I can probably guess who did it." Oliver finally looked away and sat up.
Godwin frowned.
"I don't know what you think of my dad right now, Godwin." Oliver said solemnly, "but I can tell you for sure, if you have to say he was 'destroyed' by that expedition...he was Intelligence 'destroyed'."
Godwin Lopez crouched down, his red cape sliding across the grass. He frowned tightly, his usual pair of eyes very similar to his own.
"And I'm about to get that information." Oliver licked his dry, cracked lips.
"...you know what that is?!"
"I can probably guess now." Oliver looked at the blue sky again, and his tone revealed a strange trembling.
"You're not doing well, Ramon. I can't—"
"Although we have completely different views on many things, I don't want to see you go down that road, brother. For example... I believe you feel the oppression right now, at least for now, please don't look for it."
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Godwin pointed out quickly.
"I don't know, but I'm different from you." Oliver staggered to his feet.
"I have no beliefs, no great ideals, and nothing much to lose... You fit the world better than me, Godwin Lopez. I..."
"I'm a crazy monster, maybe even crazier than you think. If this can end, if I still have a chance, I'll tell you the truth one day. But not now, you still have your dreams, Right? ... You still have time to fall in love with someone."
"Please, go back, brother."
Godwin Lopez stood up and looked into the man's swollen eyes.
"I don't like you very much, Ramon." The head of Horizon sighed. "Remember. You lied to me before. If this is the second time, there will be no third time."
Godwin simply ignited the transport page and disappeared into the air.
He didn't say goodbye.
But another teleportation sheet drifted down from where Godwin had disappeared, and stopped on the grass. Oliver picked it up and clenched it in his palm.
Then he raised his head again and looked at the terrifying giant that covered the entire sky.
More than half an hour later, near the entrance to the abyss.
Jesse Dillon silently observed the ups and downs of Adrian's chest, and when the other party's breathing was steady, he was about to open his mouth—
"… that is you."
Oliver came swaying a little, his voice hoarse and weak, but his voice was very sure.
He pointed to the sky.
"Tsk." Jesse tutted clearly, "I forgot you were nearby, let go of your strength a little bit, it's natural to be seen... Alas, it's my fault. Are you okay, Captain? Maybe I It can help you get rid of this unpleasant memory."
The blond youth raised his head and swept Oliver from head to toe: "Well, it seems that you are not very well."
Oliver was also looking at Jesse Dillon and the situation around the "god".
It looks terrible here.
Oliver tried to withdraw his power from his eyes, and the blue sky showed its original appearance again. The warm, bright sun swept across the grass again, making the rest of the scene even more terrifying.
Blue Dragon and the choir youth were sleeping on a fairly clean lawn, surrounded by countless soothing magic circles. The Fuller goat chews grass on the edge of the battlefield, and the grey parrot with its charred half of its fur is comatose on its back.
The one-eyed dwarves gathered together and gnawed at the bloody bones, their beards covered with purple-black blood. There was still a little piece of clothing left on the bone.
The members of the Mooney religion staggered, most of them clasped their heads, and stopped looking at the sky. The fierce ones even gouged out their own eyeballs, some people lost control, and the blood in the air was mixed with a bit of stench.
In the middle of the lawn stood a number of huge stones similar in shape to people, with live human eyeballs embedded on the top, facing the sky.
"Don't ask now, I can probably guess your intention." Jesse waved his hand casually, as if aware of the surprise of his head. "Ed has just come back from the dead, and I'm busy - I might as well tell you in 'other form' later what's going on here."
"I want to go back to the abyss, I have to prepare first."
He took a deep breath and regained his attention. Oliver made a clear statement of his intention. He reached into his pocket and squeezed the gold pendant.
"I need your help, Dylan, please heal me and Bagelmore. I'll have to use him as a guide, but I'm not very familiar with healing."
"Oh?" Jesse raised his eyebrows with interest. "That's not what I guessed. You're still sensible."
"Nemo's still there, I have to... think about it," Oliver said as if he was using all his strength.
"To be honest, I don't recommend that you go to the abyss in the near future." Jesse responded coldly, throwing a soundproof circle. "The Demon King won't be hurt by the following petty troubles, you and I both know that. Mr. Wright may be recovering now, maybe..."
He paused for a moment, but instead of speaking, he changed the subject.
"You don't seem too surprised about my business."
"Because I can't feel more hopeless." Oliver replied calmly. "That's another thing I want to ask you, Dylan. Yes, I want to go back to the abyss now. But I also know that if I go down the abyss in such a fog, once I die, Nemo Just really…”
The hand that clenched the sword of rest trembled violently, and Oliver's tone became eager.
"Nimo told me that you don't want to reveal what you know out of fear that we're going to despair. Now I repeat, I can't feel more despair."
"Really? Listening to your tone, you clearly think your 'Nimo Wright' is still there." The smile on Jesse's face faded, "If you really want to know the truth, you'd better get rid of this childishness. idea."
Oliver bit his lower lip, his back was straight, and there seemed to be flames burning in his pupils.
"I know what you're thinking, you think your love is enough to transcend everything—and since nothing can keep him under, I guess Mr. Wright sacrificed himself. Yeah, great, great."
"He's still there." Oliver insisted, almost pinching the gold pendant in his palm and deforming it. "He couldn't just… disappear."
The world was so absurd, it was the last peace he could hold.
Nemo said he wouldn't die.
What's more, even if a huge monster like Jesse Dillon covers the world, he still cares about Adrian Cross who is an ordinary human being. Oliver turned his gaze to the sleeping knight commander.
"I don't 'love' Adrian Cross." Jesse responded lightly, seemingly aware of Oliver's gaze.
"If I look at him by human standards, I don't love him. I won't be crazy for him, I will give up everything for him, and my own desires for him. I'm just very interested in him, and I'm willing to let this human stay in the world longer. For a while. When Ed wakes up, I'll tell him that explicitly."
Then, Jesse Dillon sighed infrequently.
"You're not the same as Mr. Wright, aren't you? There is no doubt that you are in a passionate relationship with normal human beings. You love Nemo Wright as a 'human', but Nemo Wright as a 'human' can no longer continue exists."
"Whether you admit it or not, Dylan. 'Care' is also an emotion, as long as I can talk to him, as long as I can talk to him again..."
"Yes, you think that as long as you can talk, you can call back your lover."
Jesse shook his head, his tone more sarcastic.
"A suggestion. In terms of sensibility, you'd better not use me as a reference. Did I say it? Me and Mr. Wright, no, the strength gap between me and the Demon King is huge. He is not the same as me - as a parasite who needs to communicate. Well, my feelings are naturally a little more delicate.”
"You know I'm not giving up over these few words, Dylan."
"I know, I know... Sigh, I'll show you it directly, if you've made up your mind."
Jesse put Adrian's head on his lap, freeing a hand, reaching in Oliver's direction.
The fingertips flickered with a warm white light.
Oliver didn't hesitate, he threw away the sword of rest and stretched out his hand to that fingertip—
First, there are countless fragments of mixed perspectives. It included the knight commander who was still standing with a blood hole in his chest, the scream of commanding Lugo, the roar of the mad believers, and all the blood and despair that had happened in the past half-day.
Naturally, it also includes the moment when Jesse put his finger on the petrified believer's forehead.
Then he saw it.
Is that so, Oliver thought vaguely.
If this is the truth that his father came into contact with back then, maybe he can understand why his father was hit so hard—not to mention a father who was unprepared, even himself who knew God’s original appearance and made up his mind in advance, all in one place. Instantly trembled.
It was from the most primitive instinct, unstoppable fear.
Why Nemo Wright was able to get to the surface intact. Why did Bishop Hagen of the Church of the Abyss declare that "the law is not broken".
Why does the Demon King keep changing, reborn, and never destroyed. Why is the abyss so vast.
Why Jesse Dillon is letting herself give up hope.
The truth of the matter was simpler and more desperate than what he had imagined. Yes, the dark abyss beneath the surface is extremely vast, and there are hundreds of millions of demons in the depths.
But it's just a crack.
In the sight of "God", a white giant beast was sleeping.
Oliver had never seen this creature before, it was curling up, its wings covering most of its body surface, almost forming itself into a standard sphere. A thin layer of rock wraps it, and because the surface of the white monster is not flat, there are many irregular gaps in it.
That gap is called "the abyss".
In the depths of the abyss, the strange white ground of the ghost's throat was nothing but the edge of the creature's slightly raised wings. The demon king whom the expedition defeated was only a little bit of flesh and blood with consciousness.
His father was really brave, Oliver thought.
The title of the first powerhouse on the surface sounds almost like a joke now. If father had sensed this scene through the "corpse" of the Demon King, how would he have faced those wars, power and conspiracy
It was right not to have Godwin follow.
Wrapped in invisible gentle darkness, people embraced their pride, stepped on thin rock formations, and sang the gods of their dreams between two huge monsters.
But…
"Dylan." Oliver wiped the tears he couldn't stop shedding with the back of his hand, and finally smiled again. Although it has some despair and grief, it is still a smile.
"...I still want to see him again."
his Mr. White.
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The author has something to say:
Those little cuties who once wondered why the Demon King didn't go to the surface by himself!
… man cannot stand on his own back (.
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Nemo on the surface was really just a piece of flesh and blood with a will, as was the case with Jesse.
Oliver, world-class first love (…
The Fuller goat may be the most fortunate creature in the world.