Adrian was the first to regain his senses, and he stepped back, ending the bloody kiss—or bite.
"Mr. Ramon." He bent down and stretched out a hand candidly, his normally pale lips still tinged with blood.
Oliver spat out a few more mouthfuls of sand, and his eyes were still a little confused, as if he had just woken up from a long sleep. Although he cleared his throat vigorously, it still sounded like it had been sanded. "Looks like I'm still alive."
Instead of holding that hand, he poured back the sand on his back and looked up at the sky.
Then slowly revealed a smile.
"Is this in your plan?" Jesse snorted.
"How could it be, I thought I was doomed," Oliver muttered, "I just, uh… tried my best, and just succeeded."
But his plans did have other endings.
Oliver continued to stare at the sky, holding a handful of sand in his hands. The fine grains of sand passed between his fingers, leaving only a tiny bit in the end.
Then he brought the clenched fist to his lips and kissed gently.
In the great desert near Hiram City, Oliver was very impressed with this place—this was the first time he was near death since he could remember.
It's also where he fell in love with Nemo, or rather, the Pillars of the World itself.
The legendary demon king, a terrifying beast curled up in the ground. The life that propped up the surface had kissed his forehead here, pulling him back from the brink of death.
For the Pillars of the World, it may just be a whim. But from that moment on, the world he saw could never go back to the past - the object of his heart was not only Nemo Wright who was a "human" from the very beginning. He loves his lover with the huge unknown behind him.
He never doubted it.
Just like Oliver is willing to blindly believe, at least here, that he is immortal. As much as he was willing to stick with his instincts, the Nemo Wright he knew was still waiting for him in the depths of the abyss.
Not a prayer, just a little insistence on this stupid love.
If he is unlucky, he is not qualified to become the opponent of the pillar of the world after all, and he will die here. Then this is also the most suitable place... The cemetery he planned for himself.
The weather was fine, and although the nearby desert was messed up by them, it was still peaceful at the moment.
The world goes on, and for the vast majority of people, this is just an extremely ordinary day in life.
very nice.
Oliver took a long breath. His throat was still sore, and the construction of the circuit had exhausted the last of his strength. Although he can barely act, he doesn't want to go anywhere now.
The new-born god is found paralyzed in stubbornness, pretending to be a dried jellyfish. Jesse shook his head and stepped forward, no longer hiding his complicated expression.
"Drain power within safe limits and create a new energy circuit under the eyes of the pillar of the world. The most important thing is that you actually pretended to be a human with common sense in front of me."
He squeezed word by word from between his teeth, the fake smile on his face almost unstoppable.
"Dara Layne is ten thousand times more disciplined than you are—how are you feeling now, eh?"
"It hasn't changed much, I just feel like I'm going to die of exhaustion here in the next second." Oliver replied drowsily. "I made it, didn't I?"
"Yes, by human standards, you are perfectly qualified to be called a 'God'."
Oliver didn't respond.
The moment he heard "Yes", he fell asleep neatly, and there was still a trace of a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Jesse took a breath and wrenched his wrists hard.
Lord Chenni never likes surprises, let alone frights - Jesse seems to want to grab this unknowing guy and wake it up, it's best to just reveal the other party's follow-up plans.
It's a pity that his two malicious claws were just stretched out for a while, but Adrian decisively pushed them away.
"Mr. Ramon hasn't slept for nearly a week, let him sleep. Since he can sleep peacefully, he must be very confident about the next plan."
Adrian wrapped Oliver's arm around his neck and carefully pulled him out of the sand. He glanced at him and retracted his hand. He was dissatisfied with Jesse, who pouted, and shook his head helplessly.
"... Now we have to get out of here quickly. The disturbance from the two of you is not small. Compared with the pillar of the world, Garland's defenders will arrive sooner."
Jesse let out a loud "tsk".
He stretched out his hand, patted Adrian's face ambiguous, and tied the cape wrapped around him back to the opponent's armor. Then the pretty blond youth stepped back and turned into a huge white beast again.
The bloodstain had long since disappeared, and Jesse lowered her body slightly, shaking her hair uncomfortably, tossing the last bit of dust off.
He glared at Oliver who was sleeping, and fell down reluctantly.
"Try not to be conspicuous, right? In Ramon's situation, we have to deal with teleportation checks. Come on, I'll take you straight back to Alban." Jesse said impatiently, "Hurry up, I I don't want to bother taking care of the two of you as we move forward."
Adrian placed Oliver lightly on the beast's back and cast a fixed spell - the sleeping leader of the tumbleweed was almost drowned in the soft long hair.
Then he hesitated for a few seconds, and also jumped up. It's just that the former knight commander didn't cast any spells on himself, but hugged the opponent's neck firmly.
Powerful magic waves exploded under the claws of the giant beast, and a soft white light shot straight into the sky.
When the reacted defenders finally arrived nearby, only gravel and sand were left in the empty desert, as well as palpitating spell residues. People get nothing.
Jesse's progress is much smoother than the teleportation array, and the speed is not inferior.
Although he said he didn't want to bother, Adrian noticed the invisible shield around the behemoth - it was to protect against the strong winds that were too cold in the sky, and he didn't think Jesse Dylan himself would care about this.
Adrian Cross had never looked down at the surface at this height.
The dark green forest is like moss on the stones, and the river is too fine to see. The sparse village is no bigger than a button, and the tiny houses are like brown sugar sprinkled on a clean tablecloth.
This is the world he swore to protect.
Adrian subconsciously clenched the overly soft long hair in his hands. Even in the cold air at high altitude, the faint warm fragrance still exists amazingly. Wrapped in the aroma and warm body temperature, he looked up at the clear sky.
The cruel god he believed in slept there, writhing, floating, and slowly stretching in a world he couldn't see.
Adrian wasn't completely unstunned. The moment he realized that the darkness was swallowing the sky, out of the instinct of a warrior, he immediately took a defensive posture. Amazingly, when those twisted thin limbs wrapped around the bloody beast not far away, he couldn't feel any fear.
On the contrary, he had never felt so at ease.
Just like falling snow finally reaching the ground and night finally falling, the tired traveler closed his eyes and his breathing became long and even. This world is as cruel as he imagined, and there is indeed a trace of tenderness.
I should be afraid, Adrien thought. But his fear seemed to have been used up in his recent death.
To me as a human being, it was indeed a "monster", a monster without a doubt.
… but that’s about it.
That cold, self-willed but occasionally soft-hearted miracle finally faded away the last bit of hazy mist, revealing its true face. There are no more ethereal mirages in my own world, only strong walls and fortresses full of order.
There is also a relieving peace.
"Jesse, in your opinion, what is our destiny?" Adrian took the initiative to speak. "Mr. Ramon was a human before, but you can't seem to predict his actions accurately."
"While Wright's presence made it difficult to infer, at first, when I first observed that Flint Lopez's son, our Mr. Ramon was doomed to not live long - Lost Lopez Pez was badly wounded by a demon, and Ramon would follow his orders to kill him, and thus be made a murderer."
"In my original calculation, Oliver Ramon should have fled alone, and soon died of his own innocence. Unfortunately, Baglmore, who has the power of the Demon King, and Nemo Wright himself were not in my prediction. range."
"Ann Savage will live her life in hiding and die alone. Her brother, Prince Eldric, should have inherited the Alban throne."
The behemoth exhaled from its nose.
"And you, you should have died long ago."
"I know."
They're a team that shouldn't exist.
"As for now... The peace of the World Pillar is a major premise. Before the idea of the World Pillar is confirmed, I can't calculate anything." Speaking of this, the giant beast's ears drooped a little.
Adrian rubbed the warm fur under his palm: "I can understand."
"...Don't worry." After a pause, he added.
Whether it was the wind or something else, Jessie shook her ears slightly. The speed of the giant beast slowed down, and then slowly stopped in mid-air.
There was a sudden tingling heat in my heart. That power flowed to his eyes, his willpower was as strong as a knight commander, and he endured the urge to reach out and rub his eyes for a long time—
Adrian blinked hard, and it took him a long time to regain his vision.
In his line of sight, the advancing beast swept through countless thin limbs. The indescribable creature was entrenched in the sky and was extremely clear. It's a hair-raising spectacle, an eerie and eerie beauty.
Manipulating the power a little jerky, Adrian pulled the heat back. In the field of vision, the appearance of the monster disappeared immediately, and the clear blue sky returned again.
But Jesse showed this to himself, probably not to pick this time to teach him the use of power. Adrian thought for a moment and decided to keep his power in his eyes for now. He looked away from the monster covering the sky and looked at the beast.
"Hey, Ed."
It was a familiar frivolous tone, but the owner of the voice's hairy head was straight forward without looking back: "Did you like me a little today?"
Familiar questions, but the questioner is no longer that beautiful and somewhat illusory human youth. After a long time, Jesse Dylan asked again - the strange and magnificent life above his head was seeking answers from him through the mouth of a beast.
"Perhaps." Adrian replied, facing the peeping feeling from the package openly.
His god was silent for a long time.
"Hmm." Finally, Jesse turned his head slightly. "Well, I'm probably going to fail again. At this point, I can't think of anything else to shake you."
The ice-blue beast pupils flickered slightly, like the only sky between heaven and earth. Beneath the huge monster, this somewhat out of place thought crossed Adrian's mind.
"Shake?" he repeated.
"Yes," Jesse announced, "so I need to tell you my decision."
"Um."
"I don't think that's the end. If the world doesn't end - I'd take a moment to watch you and act with you. I'm bored anyway."
Adrian didn't answer, just listened patiently.
"... After all, I gave you my heart."
The spindle-shaped beast pupils shrank, and the giant beast emphasized so much. Thin translucent limbs brushed against Adrian's friar's uniform, dancing like dead branches of a weeping willow.
"Unfortunately, Adrian Cross. You can't age or die until I die. We have a long... If you end up being boring, I'll kill you and get my power back. If you don't want to Go on, and I can help you end your life too."
Jesse Dillon's tone became familiar, light as if discussing the recipe for dinner.
"You're human after all. You'll see it all over time, and eventually you'll be disappointed or tired. Until then, I'll stay by your side—I want to witness that moment."
"Um."
"...and promise me not to die easily. I don't want to say it a third time."
"it is good."
"What are you laughing at? I'm not going to hide you right now. I have no human love for you, I hope you don't misunderstand—"
"maybe."
The annoying believer replied.
Jesse turned his head a little angrily and rushed towards Alban's royal city again. Behind him, the half asleep Oliver smacked his lips, covered his ears with white hair, and decided to continue sleeping for a while.
It's a pity that Oliver didn't sleep well. The tremor of the giant beast had just passed, and before he could regain his senses, a pair of sharp claws stepped on his face.
"Ramon's dead! I can't feel his breath! My God, Ramon's dead—" the grey parrot howled in horror, stomping mournfully across his face.
"How to do!"
It sat down on Oliver's face.
"...Hey, still breathing." After a few seconds, the demon moved his butt away in disbelief. Bagelmore lowered his head and saw a pair of green eyes full of helplessness. "Why, what's going on? I can't perceive you!"
Oliver sighed, grabbed the grey parrot on his face, and jumped off Jesse's back.
Then he raised his head and looked at the magnificent royal city in front of him.
"Jesse. If your date with Mr. Cross is over, I think we can officially begin—"
After wiping the blood stains left on the Sword of Rest, Oliver's tone was not light, but there was no more confusion in it.
"Next, let's visit the Pillars of the World."
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Nemo: Come, please come.
The deputy cp led by another goal, Oliver came on and kept up—
——
Jesse: There's something wrong with this human.
Jesse: Let me see.
Jesse: Let me see...
Jesse:…
Jesse: I can't believe it! He will be shaken!
Jesse: ... Forget it, I'll shake it faster (