suffocation
The blue sky overhead is like leaves eaten by insects, slowly shrinking in the rustling sound. The original warm and simple house gradually blurred, and then drifted away, revealing the cold deformed corpse behind.
This time Oliver didn't attack him directly, and Nemo could tell the slight difference.
That human is trying to absorb the power that belongs to him, and his movements are cautious and light. Compared to a rusty knife that roughly pierced into flesh and blood, the grab was more like a sharp blade, the cool touch licked the skin, and blood oozes out before the pain came.
Rao is because Oliver is so careful, the balance of power that has been maintained for a long time at the bottom of the abyss is still broken, which directly affects the stability of the long-term illusion. As for Nemo himself, he is only slightly uncomfortable at the moment, not to mention pain for the time being.
Nemo wasn't in a rush to fix the Signpost Town apparition in the sun.
Go back to the library in the center of the illusion and sit back where you were originally. He rubbed his forehead, then put his elbows on the wooden table, raised his slightly drowsy head with his right hand, and continued to look out the door calmly.
The illusion collapsed faster and faster, and the darkness drew nearer.
Was this just an attempt, or did Oliver come to a conclusion? Nemo's left finger poked at the false light spot swaying gently on the table, and thought casually.
At least Oliver Ramon didn't choose to come down to inquire rashly. Nemo didn't know whether to be more regretful or more gratified. The human beings he loves are not overwhelmed by love and break their promises.
Oliver was still the same Oliver he knew, and for a few seconds, he did feel a little bit of an emotion that was close to being happy.
Then they quickly dissipated into loneliness.
The bakery not far from the library disappeared into the shavings of light, revealing the half-rotted head of a superior demon, with a thin frost on the surface of the godless eyeballs. Nemo took two glances, then looked back.
As the outermost part of the body, this body must be the first to withstand the attack. His head was already aching, as if an awl was going from his temple to his brain.
The discomfort is getting stronger.
Nemo gave a low laugh and didn't move.
Is Oliver going to kill himself to protect the surface, or will he have to draw on these powers to carry out other plans? He didn't know, and he couldn't know.
Now that he didn't put his trust in pure affection, Nemo waited calmly.
The door to the outside of the library also shattered in the darkness, and the incomplete floor and wooden table that still had light floated alone in the darkness at the bottom of the abyss. Nemo clenched his fists silently under the pressure concentrated on him.
He began to fail to see Oliver's intentions - if he simply extracted power, the opponent's movements would be too large and cumbersome. With Jesse Dylan on the surface, his Oliver wouldn't be so stupid.
So, do you want to preemptively before you have any action
"This can't be done, Ollie... If you can't kill me neatly, you'll ruin everything." Nemo sighed and slid his fingers across the wooden table, forcibly keeping the last illusion.
The non-existent spot of light still vibrated on the smooth wooden tabletop.
Wait a minute, Nemo thought.
Wait another minute, then the next minute.
The incomplete space floats in the darkness like nothingness, and I don't know how long it has passed.
With no negative feedback, Oliver clearly has no intention of stopping, no matter what he is doing. The plunder was firm, but not as brutal and thorough as the plunder Nemo remembered. Although it made him more and more uncomfortable, it really couldn't kill him quickly, it didn't seem to have killing intent.
There are also ways to interrupt - before the spell is completed, you can seriously counterattack and destroy it.
Without any resistance, just by feeling, Nemo could not determine the whole picture of the spell the other party was running. When the spell is running, he can directly attack Oliver without hurting the surface. But if he fought back now, the power of the backlash might seriously injure Oliver Ramon.
Nemo closed his eyes.
Even if he doesn't fight back, the surface side may decide that a "new demon king" with more flesh and blood and stronger endurance has appeared, or the pillar of the world is sacrificing a little profit to create a "Nimo Wright" still alive. illusion. The latter tempted Oliver Ramon to soften his heart, and maybe even lure him down directly.
If you completely lost your emotions, as a pillar of the world, you might really do that.
Jesse Dillon knew this as well, so Oliver should know.
Want to fight back
Ears started ringing and breathing became harder. This flesh, no, this piece of flesh and blood could no longer bear the pressure alone, and it was warning him.
In the final analysis, this fleshly body is just a piece of human-sized flesh and blood, and even if the magic power is sufficient, its endurance is limited.
Not to mention that his attention is now all on defending against external damage. Even if he can quickly repair the damage to his body, "there is a body that can be repaired" is also a major premise.
If the absorption is not interrupted in time, this flesh body will only gradually become weak and gradually dissipate. If Oliver intends to use this relatively gentle method to wipe out the flesh and blood first, and then attack his own body...
Nemo coughed a few times, frowning at the blood stains on his palms.
The deterioration was faster than he imagined, but there was still a lot of time before this body was annihilated.
Oliver, what are you thinking at the moment? Nemo shook his head, ignoring the pain inside his body.
But anyway, I trust him, there are other possibilities now.
Repeated in my mind over and over again, Nemo sat on the wooden chair and put the twisted and broken staff above his knees.
I trust him, so wait. Can't wait now.
The demon king in human form put his cold fingers on his chest, counted his heartbeats, and calculated the passage of time.
One day, two days, three days.
The warm blood became cold in the palm of the hand, and the body became colder and colder.
When this body is destroyed, his consciousness will return to the body of the pillar of the world. Once the situation began to become irreversible, even if Nemo could retain his feelings, he had to shoot Oliver to protect the surface - without the shield of this body, the body would be directly exposed to damage.
The risk is simply too high.
It takes time to give birth to another body for taking damage, and he has no time in this continuous extraction.
After returning to his main body, he can no longer support himself with peace of mind as he is now. No one knows where he is nearing death. Nemo only knows that if he makes a mistake in his judgment and causes his main body to die under such a half-baked attack, his main body will die. There is absolutely no way to restrain the physical struggle before death.
In that case, the surface will still be destroyed, and the only thing that awaits them is the end of both.
Kind of funny, Nemo thought. They are fighting blindfolded on the chessboard, and they are also burdened with the survival of this world.
He was betting that every second that flowed on his skin was soaked in countless analyses and probabilistic calculations. Changed to the previous self, it is estimated that it should have been shot.
Only this time, countless memories participated in the calculation.
He still remembered the withered castle shrouded in darkness. After the flesh and blood furnace collapsed, the figure covered in blood reappeared in front of him. Nemo could clearly recall the stench of blood and corpses in the air, and the dry, hopeless kiss.
Oliver Ramon's first sentence after escaping that hell was a simple and earnest "I love you".
"I love you too." Nemo said to the void, wiping the blood from the corners of his lips.
His Oliver, the knight who walked through hell in flesh and blood. Wouldn't have chosen to kill him so easily, even if that human had to do it in the end.
But it shouldn't be now.
… hold on.
Finally, Nemo couldn't separate the strength to maintain the illusion, and fell directly on the hard and cold corpse.
But the stimulation and extraction of that power did not stop, but started to run out of control at a certain point of time. Like a drowning person hugging someone who came to rescue, the two of them sank to the bottom of the desperate water together.
"Oli." Nemo lay on top of the corpse of the superior demon and reached out to the darkness above his head. The pain became more severe, and he could abandon this dilapidated body at any time and return to his body to fight back—perhaps he should have done that a long time ago, but...
"Don't let me down, okay?"
He slowly lowered his blood-stained hands, breathed hard, and stubbornly stayed in this disintegrating body. His lungs seemed to be out of function, and the suffocation was overwhelming.
Hold on for one more second, just one more second.
Nemo squinted his eyes hard, looked above the abyss, and looked in the direction of Oliver's breath. The suffocation made him dizzy, and anxiety began to dominate every nerve - Nemo could even clearly feel how this too small body was going to ruin step by step.
Suddenly he was able to breathe again.
Nemo blinked, only to realize that it was human eyelids that were blinking.
Contrary to what he imagined, his consciousness did not return to the original body. The capacity of flesh and blood is limited, and it is impossible to use the full power of the body. The total amount of magic power of this remnant body has not increased inexplicably.
This is a purely external force—
[You have fulfilled my wish, although not the one that destroyed humanity.]
A voice entered his mind, his emotions were too complicated, and he was temporarily unable to distinguish.
[…And you didn’t eat me, even if I chose to self-destruct.]
But Nemo recognized the breath.
[Your condition is not good, I can only do this. Lord Demon, my family advised me not to come here, but I-I'm not afraid of you. The surface is more terrifying.]
Mist-like limbs covered the sky, and the young Pandora was quietly drifting close, and resolutely dropped a large piece of his limbs. Under the effect of self-destruction, the huge flesh and blood turned into pure power and returned to Nemo's body without any obstacle.
[This is the agreed reward. Now that the wish has been changed, last time I had the idea of death to self-destruct, but this time I don't want to die, I believe you can understand.]
The young demon expressed it very stubbornly, with a little fear in his consciousness.
[I know this is a bit cunning, you can ask for something else in exchange. My compatriots tell me that the devil is about credibility, especially with big people... you are big people.]
Nemo slowly raised his arms, put his palms over his eyes, and showed a slightly bitter smile: "Next time, remember to listen to your family, just in my current situation, if it weren't for me... you would definitely be preyed on by me."
The pain continued, but with the infusion of new energy, he could continue to breathe.
Pandora's flesh and blood could keep him going for another hour. Although I don't know if it is useful in terms of the results, there is no doubt that every extra moment means a glimmer of hope, which is extremely precious.
"But then again, I do have a wish now, little girl."
Nemo said softly, propping himself up on his arms. He touched the mist that stretched out in front of him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider.
"Will you listen to me?"
[Of course, Lord Demon King. But are you all right? You look really bad.]
"I'm fine... my love and comrade are still waiting for me - I'm so happy I'm going to survive. Someone told me it was a good idea."
Nemo replied.
"I want to talk to you alone."
[Um.]
"Remember the human who acted with me during the Black Badge test?"
[Remember, he seems to have no power, clumsy and useless, an ordinary human. Later he rescued me with you... Is he your follower?]
"Do not."
Nemo poked at the reddish-brown mist.
"He's my favorite...favorite person."
He spoke softly, more to himself than to Pandora. With that clean and gentle voice echoing from the bottom of the abyss, the time that was fortunately stagnant began to pass again—
His vision became more and more blurred, and his breath was thick with blood.
However, just when Nemo thought he could no longer make a sound, the extraction stopped abruptly.
The power that had been used to resist the injury was finally free, and his body was recovering rapidly. Nemo exhaled and paused. When the last trace of pain disappeared, he raised his head again and looked at Pandora in front of him.
Then he raised his eyebrows.
"Oli." Nemo once again wiped the blood from the shards of the viscera, and chuckled softly. "I really didn't think about this... you greedy bastard."
[what did you say?]
"Well, nothing. Let's go on, as I just said—"
"He has never let me down."