the top of the giant tree
"Where's O'Lori?" Della Lane's voice was calm, as if she was looking for a misplaced book.
Oliver looked at Nemo in surprise.
Before escorting the reconnaissance team, Oliver himself had no special opinion on the "Demon Slayer" Orori. It's a pity that even if they have their own positions, in the end, the demon caused Nemo to be seriously injured and fall to the bottom of the abyss, so he regained his memory.
Right now he didn't have much left to like the ancient demon.
If you guessed correctly, 80% of the traps encountered by Adrian Cross were perfected by O'Lorore. The demon nearly destroyed the entire reconnaissance team by himself.
He thought that the other party had already escaped under the shroud of the Destruction Array. To be honest, it was the first time Oliver began to think about it. Before tonight, his mind was full of the cracked and shaken ground, the people screaming, and Nemo's face in the memory - doomsday, determination and longing filled his heart, not to mention the movements of Aurore, he even occasionally forgot to give Add some hay to your horse.
Yet Nemo's image shows no anger or displeasure. Instead, his demon king looked a little sad.
Delicately capturing the breath, Dellalainen frowned slightly.
"He's gone, Della Lanene."
Nemo picks up a relatively mild version.
"Well, thank you. Now I can take back the body that was waiting at the entrance of the abyss." Della Laineen nodded, not looking surprised.
But he still looked at Nemo and asked one more question: "...you killed him?"
There was no hatred or anger, and the tone sounded more like pure confirmation.
"No, he saved me."
"Then I've used up my flesh and blood, and my lifespan will naturally run out. I understand, thank you for your explanation."
No details, no cause and effect.
The abyss sage pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, quickly recovered from the joy of escaping the apocalypse, and no longer showed the excitement of meeting the pillar of the world. as a coordinator of this call. With a rare calm expression on her face, Della Lane turned around, as if she didn't intend to stay here for long.
The demon king's phantom stretched out his right hand, and the soil and stone chips gathered above his palm, then twisted and melted, turning into a clear spar. The uniform black shadow circled around it quickly a few times and got in.
"He mentioned you once. This is my memory, and everything about his death is recorded in it. As his partner, I think you are qualified to know the truth." Nemo said, directing the spar to fly with his back to him sage of the abyss.
The latter did not look back, but just stretched out his hand and firmly caught the peach pit-sized spar.
"The last moments of the Demon Slayer can be regarded as intelligence. Speaking of which, you paid your real name for Cahill Edwards' last words." The abyss sage was still in his lazy tone, "Do you think A deal? A way to get out of the abyss, or something—"
"It's not a deal," Nemo replied.
"I can't understand." Della Lennion squeezed the spar, it was a little warm, making people annoying for no reason.
"If I have to give a reason, I don't quite understand it myself. I just think it might be of some value to you."
Dellalienne still didn't look back, he directly ignited the teleportation scroll and disappeared into the air.
It was very close to Garland, and when the abyss sage opened his eyes again, he had already appeared on the second floor of the Dawning Tavern. He has a room here, he will always have a room here.
To be honest, he didn't want to leave at all. It was the short-lived demon king phantom on the surface, the will of the world beneath his feet. As an important character who has done a lot of work, I should have taken the opportunity to cultivate some good feelings with those people in Tumbleweed and enhance their relationship, whether it is sincere or false - as long as I succeed, I will be able to get closer to those amazing existences. .
That would be unparalleled happiness.
But the new information that appeared now, he must sort it out as soon as possible to prevent more abnormalities. After all, this time the mutation did not come from outside, but from himself.
According to the normal lifespan of lantern blind bugs, Orori should have died long ago. Death was a bargain for O'Lorrie—he lingered on for so long that every breath was bound to come with excruciating pain and torture. The overly stubborn lantern-blind bug has no attachment to the surface, but only relies on a certain obsession to support it, forcing itself to live, as if completing a certain task.
Della Laineen remembered very clearly that not long ago he proposed to this extremely aging demon that he wanted to give him a painless death in person.
Today, O'Rouree no longer insists on this pointless self-torture, nor does he continue to consume those precious eyeballs. I should be immersed in a sense of complete relief, Della Laineen thought.
It should be.
He slowly pressed his hands to the table.
No one cleaned it for a long time, and a thin layer of dust fell on the table. The crystals that are usually used to communicate with Oro Rui are still placed on the table, and the light is flickering. Delarione activated it habitually, then realized that she had done something stupid with no logic at all.
It's strange that he doesn't feel heartache, sadness, or resistance to reality.
Delarione knew exactly what he was going to do, and he would try his best to understand the death of the legendary demon, adding this information to his memory with joy.
The abyss sage pinched the spar with his thumb and forefinger, and brought it in front of him - it was a translucent orange-red gem, like a solidified morning glow, the color was slightly familiar.
Delarione knew exactly how to use this thing. You only need to break it, and the magic in it will evaporate, turn into an illusion, and take him to the scene where O'Lori died.
He knocked the fragile spar towards the corner of the table, but his hand stopped in mid-air. For some reason, he was suddenly in a mood.
After watching it, it's really over.
The abyss sage thought for a while, then opened the drawer, took a rough leather rope, put the spar on it casually, and then hung it around his neck.
It's not too late to look at it until you figure out your abnormal situation. The body at the entrance to the abyss can stay there, thinking with all its might—
He had never collected this response in human emotional patterns, and he couldn't explain his mood. It was as bland as everything was normal, but there was a bit of burnout and emptiness in it. His behavior deviates from his usual pattern, which is a terrible event.
There must be an explanation.
On this point, Della Lenien was extremely firm.
He clapped the dust on his hands, cast a cleaning spell on the room, and then gently put the still flashing communication crystal back into the drawer. Della Lainene walked to the first floor of the tavern and discreetly checked the door lock.
His eyes stayed on the dark wooden table of the tavern for a few seconds, then moved away silently.
"Thorn!" Ten minutes later, a roar erupted from the stronghold of the Steel Wolf Mercenary Group.
Captain Fenrir Troy's face flushed with anger: "Damn it! Are you kidding me if you leave the team mission at will? Do you still want to do it?"
"...Sorry, something happened at home. I'm afraid I'll have to take two days off." Della Laineen replied fluently.
"Tsk." Fenrir scratched his hair irritably, "Okay, okay. Submit an incident statement later, and if it makes sense, I'll spare you this time... If it's too serious, remember to go. Apply for a grant from the team."
Della Lenien twitched the corners of his mouth.
The head of the steel wolf mercenary group sighed fiercely, and carefully looked up and down this disobedient member.
"Hurry up and write your report, bastard." Fenrir's voice was still a little stiff. "Also, the new pendant is good."
"Yeah." Della Lenien weighed the cold spar, and the strange emotions that made him vigilant surged again.
"I'd like to wear it a little longer if possible," he heard himself say.
Frontier Forest.
After Della Lenien left, the atmosphere calmed down a little.
Oliver didn't hide his plans this time. From sunrise to sunset, this may be the longest all-hands meeting in Tumbleweed's history.
Oliver spent the whole morning talking about the next arrangement, and the afternoon was full of ridicule and nonsense among the members. The topics are scattered and unfocused, but with the exception of Adrian and Nemo, almost everyone is looking for boring topics with gusto. No one wants to get up and leave.
This skull can only temporarily retain the will of the World Pillar on the surface for a period of time, and it is not suitable to take Ulysses' skull to the town. The Tumbleweed's Dangerous crew tend to stay here and enjoy watching the end of the world disappear in its cradle for a while.
And just as the sun was about to go down, Ann had already started chewing sweet grass roots intentionally or unintentionally, trying to keep her belly from screaming too loudly.
"Ann, if you're hungry..." Oliver was the first to warn.
"I'm sorry, alas, it's all my fault for running out of wine."
The female warrior stood up, stretched her waist in relaxation, and her voice regained her former vitality: "Since the surface of the earth will not explode, I have to go back to the royal city and report to Delia and Mr. Wild Dog to be safe - it seems that I Your job won't end because the world is apocalyptic, really."
She glanced at Nemo and shrugged: "Don't forget what I said, remember to bring it to the door early and let me beat it."
Nemo nodded solemnly.
"Let's go, Dylan." Seeing the other party's serious attitude, Ann turned her head a little stiffly and grabbed the hair around Jesse's long mouth.
"… Hmm? Miss Savage, I didn't catch it."
"Please take me back to the royal city. This is the Alban frontier, and I can easily be noticed when I walk through the teleportation array." An lowered his voice. "It won't take you an hour to go back and forth - I won't pray, but can I lend you the best pastry chef in the city for a while, consider it?"
"Ed, wait for me at the inn in Noe City." The surface god said solemnly, flicking his tail. "Let's go, Miss Savage."
Ann glanced at Oliver who was next to Nemo's phantom, thought for a few seconds, then pulled the grey parrot off the ground and put it on his shoulder.
"What are you doing-?!"
"Don't be noisy, give them some space." Ann pinched the grey parrot's beak, "Come with me, anyway..."
In a direction that no one could see, the corner of her mouth raised a little arc: "Anyway, everyone is still there. You heard Ramon's plan, and we will see you soon."
After the white figure of the giant beast disappeared into the sky, Adrian Cross also stood up and nodded briefly to Oliver: "I'll go to Noe City to wait for Jesse. You two may want to be alone for a while, I'll send it to you at noon tomorrow. Bring some supplies."
There were only two people left in the tense battlefield the day before.
As the sun sinks across the horizon, the starry sky becomes clearer. Like the blazing magic circle finally extinguished, the chirping of insects sounded again. Birds flew by in the night sky, and there was a rustling sound again in the grass in the distance. As the abnormal pressure dissipated, the nearby forest was rapidly reviving.
Oliver looked left and right and moved his arm. Then he carefully picked up the Demon King's skull and hugged it hard.
"Oli?" Nemo raised an eyebrow. His visions were attached to the skull and could only move with it.
Oliver didn't answer, he smiled, took a few steps away, and selected the tallest tree nearby—it was so sturdy that it needed to be embraced by four people. The trees are particularly eye-catching.
The next second, Oliver jumped directly to the top of the tree, sat down on the thickest branch, and placed the skull firmly beside him.
The air at the heights is slightly cool, and at this height, half of the border forest can be seen. The Ash Mountains are continuous in the distance, and the two of them today will not be too troubled by the darkness, and the ups and downs of the mountains are still clear.
Oliver sighed and leaned on the Demon King's skull.
"Now, my Mr. White." His voice was full of smiles. "Although it's not my backyard, it's about—"
In fact, the difference is not small, Oliver thought. At first he could rest his head on "Mr. White", now it can't even support his shoulders.
Only this time he was no longer muttering to himself - his demon king was beside him, smiled and shook his head at him, sat on the back of his head, and looked up at the magnificent starry sky.
"Now we can chat casually."