Father of Names
Because Nemo Wright's intervention was too powerful, the Circle of Destruction was activated early. Although the possible time difference was calculated, Orori had already activated the teleportation props as early as possible. But he never thought that Wright did not leave any way out for himself.
A demon willing to face destruction for the sake of a human lover.
Before Orori could escape, the powerful aura of destruction instantly pushed up the shield he had erected, blasting him directly to the bottom of the abyss.
The Demon Slayer, who was still draining his power from flesh and blood, abandoned the unfinished teleportation magic and concentrated all his power on defense. The rapid fall and landing only left him absent-minded for a few seconds.
But he wasn't all right.
What followed was the consequence of overdrawing his power, and the demonic flesh and blood that Deralainen had supplied to him was scarce in the battle just now. The blood surging in the blood vessels seemed to be all turned into thin needles, and the pain was maddening. His own strength was collapsing at a terrifying speed, and the strong death aura at the bottom of the abyss aggravated this.
Delarionne was waiting for him near the entrance to the abyss, but she was doomed to default. Only here, they could not communicate, and he completely lost the power to escape.
Aurora felt no resentment or anger.
He threw the long-deformed teleportation tool in his hand into the icy sand, the dilapidated armor shattered into several pieces, and most of the blood-stained waiter uniform was exposed.
Orori took a deep breath, picked up the remnants of the great sword, and staggered to his feet.
I am going to die here. This fact is now very clear.
No, it should be said, he will die here again.
Hundreds of years ago, he decided that he would never let his consciousness return to his body again. And a few years ago, the unconscious body finally stopped breathing. From that moment on, he was actually "dead", and could even be called the end of his life.
Dellalienne has been hanging his life with his own flesh and blood, allowing him to barely retain the last consciousness. I don't know if the other party did this because of their friendship over the years, or if he simply wanted to observe himself as a case, O'Lorrie was a little grateful.
The "Ollori" that has been guarding the surface for thousands of years is now just a little spark in the embers.
Strength continued to bleed, and weakness grew stronger. Aurore wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a wry smile to the darkness in front of him.
It's over, Father.
But he seems destined to not be able to find peace - not far away, a familiar breath is surging.
Nemo Wright held no defenses, but somehow wasn't devoured by the Circle of Doom. The aura of that stupid demon was not far away, with his father who lost his intellect.
Although Wright is also the creation of the Demon Lord, it seems that he has no mission. The Demon King, who had only instinct left, raised one of his forelimbs, and he was about to completely destroy Wright—
Aurora didn't hesitate for too long.
He concentrated his last strength on his lower limbs, and before the Demon King could react, he forced Wright out of the Demon King's attack range. He dragged Nemo Wright, who was in a coma, in the direction of his corpse.
The Demon King chased after them, no anger, vigilance, or other emotion, just pure killing intent. There is no life in action, more like a puppet ruled by the simplest desires.
His father still didn't wake up.
Will the Demon King keep chasing and killing them recklessly like this? O'Luo Rui subconsciously rushed towards his body's corpse, blood gushing from the wound, his muscles seemed to be torn to pieces, but he ran with the last of his strength.
He is about to die, but since Wright can leave the abyss, maybe he can still return to the surface. Even if the hatred between them couldn't be resolved, but Nemo Wright loved that human so much, and was on good terms with the people in power, he should have spread the message.
Tell them from personal experience that the demon king this time is very dangerous, tell them not to go on an expedition for hundreds of years, and tell them... Even if Wright kills himself to vent his anger, it doesn't matter. At least judging from Wright's ability and previous performance, he is not stupid enough to stimulate the Demon King like the group of humans.
Aurora chuckled softly.
It is hoped that Wright's powerful strength and deeds of sacrifice can increase its persuasiveness, arouse the vigilance of those greedy guys, and make the surface more cautious about the mutation at the bottom of the abyss.
…so as to give my father more time to recuperate.
Orori didn't know when the Demon King would be able to recover his memory, but one more second, one more hope.
On the one hand, he didn't know whether there was a possibility of returning to normal after the irrational Demon King was killed. On the other hand, the current Demon King is too dangerous for both the surface and the abyss, and he must try his best to make the opponent less useless stimulation.
In this way, at least before death, he can provide a little more possibility than nothing, and can atone for a little more sin.
The premise is that they can escape now.
The strength was rapidly lost, and the Demon Slayer could hardly move on. Nemo Wright, who was in a coma, became heavier and heavier. O'Lorrie finally slackened his knees and knelt down in the cold fine sand, gasping for breath.
Despite the darkness in front of him, he could still hear the sound of blood dripping onto the sand.
His body is in front of him.
This is the end, Aurora thought. He made Wright lie on his back in the sand, took two steps by himself, and leaned on the corpse of a demon behind him. Struggling to move his body, facing the direction the Demon King was chasing, his heart felt sore for a while.
This is a gamble with a very low probability of winning. Even when the Demon King was conscious, he didn't show much concern for himself. More so now...
The rhythm of the body rubbing against the sand is slowing down.
The speed of the Demon King's progress was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped a hundred meters away.
The unconscious monster stood silently for a moment beside the corpse of Orori's body, and then slowly left. Orori, who was sitting with his back against the corpse, raised his head slightly, tears running down the blood on his face.
He made the right bet, but it made him more miserable.
... Even at this point, does father still remember his "existence"
"Nimo Wright." O'Luo Rui squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, released the big sword with his left hand, pressed his bleeding wound, and his long gray hair was scattered on his shoulders. "You'd better wake up soon..."
He stretched out his blood-stained right hand, pressed Nemo's eyebrows, and struggled to input the only remaining strength.
Nemo was not feeling well.
His consciousness seemed to be sliced into pieces, washed and dissolved by countless important or unimportant information. The state of the mind is closer to half asleep, but the "self" is more and more blurred.
Those memories are too cold and long.
It's boring and complicated, with pain, dying feelings, and tears of others. It was like sinking in a swamp, slowly and irreversibly dying. Those terrible memories couldn't stop impacting consciousness. Nemo frantically protected his own memories, trying to separate the memories with sunlight from the boundless darkness.
But he didn't know how to resist, and the swarming consciousness made him not know where to start. He repeated Oliver's name in his mind over and over again, but one second his lover's name could bring him a sweet brilliance, and the next second would make him numb with horror.
In the end there was only a suffocating despair.
Consciousness gradually pieced together in front of Nemo - he was like an idiot who wanted to stop the tsunami with his flesh and blood. After all, he was still too optimistic, thinking that if he kept his subconscious, even if he turned into a monster, everything would still turn around.
The Demon King does not need useless information.
Regardless of the details of the merciless plan, he even considered the current situation. The consciousness separated to the surface and lost its memory is easily disturbed by other races, and takes on unnecessary feelings and positions.
Hate and love, family and friendship based on falsehood.
The Demon King never needed those things, he just wanted a curious glance to deduce the full state of the surface. Sunlight, the smell of the air, the development levels of many civilizations... Even his previous desire to be a librarian was not necessarily entirely out of his own will.
"Nimo Wright" is just a spy on the surface of the dark, the last intelligence gathering before destruction.
According to the Demon Lord's plan, Nemo Wright shouldn't even wake up. He should have lived an ordinary life as a human, or died of war, disease, or fellow man. After this mediocre death, the flesh and blood are destroyed, and consciousness will return to its originality.
Then bring real disaster to the surface.
Not to mention that the consciousness and feelings of mortals are completely unworthy of mention under the impact of huge memories, now Nemo knows the characteristics of his own body. Once the consciousness really returns to the body, he will instinctively screen out these "worthless" insignificant feelings. It's like using a strainer to remove impurities in muddy water.
It was an unstoppable instinct, like a heartbeat.
In an unexpected situation, if you happen to have any adventures, restore some of the devil's characteristics. Then in order to prevent himself from endangering his own body without knowing it, he even made a backup plan—
The Demon King separated another piece of flesh and blood, and based on all the information collected so far, he designed the strongest fighting form that life in this world could achieve.
The fully evolved second "Ulysses".
To avoid attracting unwanted attention, this self-aware fighting machine just sleeps in the corner of the abyss at first. If Nemo Wright on the surface was unfortunately awakened, he was lucky enough to regain some power. The "strongest life form" at the bottom of the abyss will be activated at the same time, and the activities will start again.
And without reservation, he killed all the living things in front of him.
"Nimo Wright" was born to integrate into the surface after all, and it was very different from "Ulysses", who was born to fight from the beginning. So even in the worst case, "Nemo Wright" regained a lot of power and was influenced or manipulated by the surface to try to attack the abyss. Ulysses who had prepared in advance would also destroy him, forcing his consciousness back into his body.
Then the surface will still be destroyed.
In other words, even if he can withstand the impact of the huge memory at this moment, he can barely keep himself. What awaits him will also be the fate of being unable to escape from the bottom of the abyss, and the brutal battle against Ulysses with a zero chance of winning.
Nemo knew very well that Jesse Dylan could not interfere with the fate he faced, let alone Ollie, whose strength had not yet grown. Whether staying, giving up or moving forward, what awaits him is despair, only despair.
He protected the last reason in a daze and confusion, and his heart was desolate. Nemo couldn't even be surprised by the appearance of his own body, and the pain completely tore him apart. If he has feelings, even if he only had a little "meaningless" feeling in the past, maybe...
At this moment, a familiar force poured in from his forehead. Relevant memories are like a school of fish finding bait, gradually gathering in one place.
He remembered the scene when he first saw this breath.
The lantern blind bug is one of the superior demons living at the bottom of the abyss. It likes to move in groups and wander slowly at the bottom of the abyss. The Demon King has never been interested in life that is as stupid as a plant.
But on that day thousands of years ago, they left behind the newborn of the tribe.
At that time, I stepped forward, simply because I happened to be nearby, and I checked the situation casually - a cub born with incomplete legs and feet, unable to move. It curled up in place, motionless.
But unlike its clan, it is exuding helplessness and fear.
Funny, he thought at the time. A cub who has mutated into an extraordinary intelligence at the cost of his limbs. The lantern-blind bugs will definitely be wary of incomprehension, and it is natural to be abandoned. They won't even be able to equate it with their own kind.
No vision, no movement, only hearing and touch, and did not even learn to eat. Abandoned by its own clan, it will soon die in panic and confusion.
At that time, I simply hesitated for a while, but Nemo remembered it clearly. He considered for a while whether to use it as food, or continue to observe this special case. In the end, out of some vague emotion, he chose the latter.
He just stayed beside it, letting the lantern-blind cub scream in instinct. It couldn't end its life horizontally and vertically - when it was too scared to be afraid, Nemo dragged the corpse of a superior demon casually, decomposed it into miasma, and watched the cub eat jerky.
Surface creatures occasionally raise other species, he thought, maybe he can try it to see if this move can bring beneficial value.
After a period of regular feeding, when the cub finally got used to the fear, the thoughts that came from it were no longer chaotic, and Nemo began to exchange ideas with the blind lantern bug.
After all, he had just taken in a floating cocoon that was used to wrapping the world, and designated the boundary between the abyss and the surface. Anyway, he has countless time, in order to prepare for the future, he needs to first study the method of sending his consciousness to the surface without destroying the boundary between the abyss and the surface.
In the darkness, there is a person who can communicate with each other, which has indeed improved my efficiency a little.
But that little thing is not the same as him after all.
It began to think silently about a lot of inexplicable things, and Nemo couldn't understand what it was thinking. According to its various manifestations, perhaps it also has the "feelings" that are common in those small lives.
[Emotions are mostly harmful and useless.]
Nemo once explained it this way.
[You saw those expeditions, no matter what race, will grieve when their companions die. And that grief made the next attack confusing... Obviously, I came here to plunder, and I had prepared the consciousness of death in advance, so why grieve?]
[Maybe everyone doesn't like being left behind.]It answered so.
Nemo at the time couldn't understand it.
[I want a name.]
After another expedition, Nemo took his re-condensed body and dragged food to the lantern blind bug that he had nurtured at random. The immobile creature made the first request.
Nemo was a little surprised that only the two of them were communicating in the ground, so it didn't make any sense to do so. But it doesn't consume much, and he also has no very firm reason to refuse.
He stared at the blind lantern's starless eyes.
[If you care about expeditions.] He thought for a moment, [The sword that killed me before, the color looks good. I don't know how to phrase it exactly, but I hope to see it again.]
[The surface race calls it "Sacred Sword Dawn", and the name comes from the brilliance of the sunrise. I haven't seen the sunrise, and if it's like that, it's fine to have a look. You gave me a question that I can't understand, maybe I can give you a name that you can't understand.]
["Dawn," Aurora. By the way, O'Lore, do you want to go to the surface and take a look?]
That's where it all started.
The author has something to say:
Nemo: Pick up a small animal and raise it.
Nemo: This is my little animal!
Aurora: Father!
Nemo: .