Lord of Illusions
Parrish Sherman, a knight of judgment who specializes in spying, is not in good shape.
During the annihilation of the Abyss Church headquarters by the Rad Sect, he personally ignited the flesh and blood, and used the coordinates of the corpse to locate the army. This spell is extremely dangerous, fortunately, the Church of Silent did not know why it went underground. The abyss believers without their nests were very easy to deal with. The battle went very smoothly and did not require long-term guidance. He managed to save one before burning out. Life.
As one of the few seriously injured and the only guide, Parrish has been rewarded handsomely.
He had been recuperating for more than two years, perhaps due to the influence of the rumored "God of War miracle", his hopeless body returned to its peak state perfectly, just in time for the expedition.
However, unlike those guys whose beliefs are not firm, Parish doesn't plan to believe in any "God of War". Even if there is such a gentle miracle, it is definitely a blessing from Chenni.
But when he just recovered, the depths of his mind were always a little unclear. It felt like not getting enough sleep the night before, or forgetting something insignificant.
In the past two years, as a member of the trial knight, he naturally glanced at the tumbleweed information. Every time he saw Alban's queen Ann Savage, and the infamous "Knight of Ashes" Oliver Lopez, that feeling of forgetting something grew stronger.
Not to mention Ann Savage, Parish always has a strange intuition—Oliver Lopez might be a brilliant liar, deliberately misleading public opinion. The notoriety circulating among the people always made him feel that something was wrong.
However, a slight sense of incongruity was not enough for Parish to leave his post and investigate persistently. Now the opportunity has come, perhaps during the smooth march, he can observe the situation of the tumbleweed more closely.
Then again, it's a pity.
Parish shifted his gaze from the back of Godwin's head to the head of the tumbleweed, and couldn't help but sigh quietly in his heart.
Since the apostasy of Adrian Cross, the position of the Knight Commander of Judgement has been left vacant. The strength gap of the candidates is very small, and then the open and secret infighting of various factions is stirred up, and now several candidates are acting very actively as their nominal "deputies".
Pope Quinn has turned a blind eye to the vacancy for the past two years. There was no delay in the horizontal and vertical matters, and the speed of resolution was faster. Parish simply suspected that his old man had long decided to watch a good show, and took the opportunity to sort out the scattered power accumulated within the Rudd Church for hundreds of years.
If only Godwin Lopez's beliefs were firmer.
At least for now, in terms of strength, reputation or image, even if it's just an honorary title, Godwin is more suitable for that position than all the candidates in the Rudd Cult.
If it weren't for the past two years, Godwin Lopez's enthusiasm for Ruddism has not increased but decreased, and even Parrish himself would have tried to lobby that amazing human hero.
Godwin rode quietly on his white steed, his dark red cloak blown by the wind. The orange-red halo of the holy sword breaking through the air filled the air, and easily defeated the magic puppets that were sticky and not even life.
They are made of dark shadows, stones, or dust, and from the edge to the center of this dead city, they wriggle and fall on the walls of the cobblestones, in increasing numbers.
To be fair, normal mid-level demons are better to deal with - living creatures have at least a minimum of fear, and a little bit of life temperature. Right now these deadly assassins don't even need to breathe.
Without a fixed form, they can easily disguise as part of a huge dead city and slowly climb out of any corner.
Fortunately, this is not a desolate and empty ruin, but a labyrinth-like stone forest. There is no room for these things to be crushed by quantity. This means that for sufficiently experienced warriors, these conjuration golems are not a mortal threat as long as they take advantage of the terrain.
But as long as they're going, the stuff keeps coming.
Even if it is easy to deal with at first, the flesh and blood will be exhausted first than the tireless dust and stones.
It seems that Godwin's judgment is correct, and this expedition is completely unsuitable for a protracted war.
Horizon's deputy head warrior Victor quickly got the order to lead the human elite to disperse these slow-moving enemies and ensure that the vanguard of the expedition army does not disperse.
It is rare for the chief mage of the horizon to not control the formation with the deputy head.
Debbie Wright seemed to have the illusion that she was a scout at this moment. Her chestnut horse almost passed Godwin a few times, and was called back by Godwin helplessly.
The elves nimbly drilled into the gap, and the arrow rain with the magic circle firmly nailed the wriggling darkness to the ground. The one-eyed dwarves set up defenses and walked forward. The giant dragons simply regained a certain shape, directly wrapped the erosion spell around their claws, and trampled mercilessly.
In the human team, the sound of metal and stone colliding can be heard endlessly, and the sound of magic explosions one after another. Compared with the sudden bloody rain and the screams that cut through the air, this dull feeling of suffocation is even more suffocating.
Parrish exhaled slowly, and released a small group of worm puppets with crystal stones embedded in their abdomens to the southeast, watching the feedback status of the crystal in his hand vigilantly.
Everyone was busy, except for Oliver Lopez not far away.
The leader of the tumbleweed didn't even draw his sword. He rode leisurely on the black horse and was talking to the braided girl who was sitting sideways on the back of the goat. The eyes are full of smiles that are unique to men in love.
My own "Oliver Lopez isn't that bad" thought is an illusion after all. Parish gritted his teeth.
An endless army of puppets surrounded them, and the terrifying nineteenth-generation demon kings were in the distance—the entire army was tensing every nerve in the shaking dead city, and they didn’t even dare to take a breath for unnecessary breaths, this bastard And mind flirting with women.
Not only the life and death of unrelated people, the head of the tumbleweed obviously doesn't even care about his own people.
After all, not far away, the giant snake demon that made the legs tremble roared loudly, its sturdy tail swept across the dead city, and the smoke from the collapsed stalagmites was like smoke from a forest fire. Cross, the apostate, is using the power that he stole from nowhere, trying to limit the movement of the demon with strong light.
The giant snake stretched its body and crushed it hard on the ground for a few weeks, and the ground suddenly trembled.
The dull sound climbed up the boots and headed straight to the forehead. Parish stopped watching Oliver Lopez, lowered his center of gravity vigilantly, and moved to the other side of the team.
Until the giant snake disappeared from their sight.
Oliver Lopez straightened his waist at this moment, no longer showing that idle and slappy look. For some reason, Parish always thought he looked a little nervous.
In the next second, the mutation mutated.
The sky above was still dark, and the flying demon skull suddenly accelerated its speed among the stalagmites.
The icy sandy ground under people's feet turned into lawns and stone roads, the temperature suddenly rose a lot, and the chill around them was no longer so unbearable.
Without warning, the dark city of the dead was resurrected.
The black stones are like shrunken grass blades that restore moisture, gradually expanding, becoming flat, and having a regular shape. Immediately, brightly hued paint and shingles spilled out from the flat surface, forming structures known to the various races on the surface.
A giant tree that shouldn't exist here rose from the ground, and buildings belonging to various races and styles blended strangely and harmoniously. Looking at it in limited light, it looks like the most prosperous city on the ground has been cut out into small pieces and then subtly pinched in one place.
But the more familiar the scene was, the more terrifying the darkness above and the floating skull became.
Judgement Knight Parish swallowed quietly, drew his sword, and swept around vigilantly.
Something's not right, isn't it... too quiet
The moment he realized this, Parrish's back exploded with hot sweat, drenching the undershirt inside the armor.
Controlled by the two villains of the tumbleweed, the giant snake left behind by the expeditionary army was supposed to be still struggling, but now it was silent. And the figure of the 19th-generation Demon King who should be far away, still a long way from them...
The Demon King is not where it should be.
They were distracted by the phantom of the dead city's hometown and made a fatal mistake.
Just under a second after the change was over.
The overwhelming magical pressure bombarded down, and the judge knight, who was not weak in itself, spit out a mouthful of blood. The head of a huge alien protruded from the darkness not far away, and the head alone was half the size of the original dragon.
The sharp fangs as thick as a clock tower shimmered in the darkness, and the cold, emotionless eyes locked tightly on the expedition army that suddenly seemed small in front of him. The dark scales are dense and thick, and the edges roll over the streamer. Parrish was a little unsure—perhaps his own sword could not penetrate the scales when he pierced it all the way.
The truth was worse than they thought.
They've been completely calculated.
That serpent, this city, is definitely part of a trap - the Nineteenth Generation is undoubtedly a sinister and clever fellow. After being disturbed by the giant snake, they subconsciously believed that it was the guard of the Demon King, thinking that the Demon King would obediently wait for them in the middle of the city as in the legend.
This generation of demon kings deliberately imitated Ulysses' breath two years ago, which is probably also a conspiracy. It wasn't a show of power, but it was leading them to make a wrong judgment, thinking it was on par with Ulysses.
Parish had never been in contact with Ulysses, but as far as he remembered Ulysses' information, the new Demon King in front of him was a dozen times bigger.
… Ulysses is still able to destroy the surface elite four times...
will die here.
Instinct thoughts came out of my heart uncontrollably. Under the impact of the seemingly endless magical pressure, Parish trembled after a long absence.
And he wasn't alone, the knight of judgment was sure he heard a few desperate sobbings.
Only two people survived the last expedition, and Oliver Lopez killed one of them. At present, the only person who has expedition experience is Carapan of the Muni religion. Most people do not know how it feels to face the master of the abyss—
It was unadulterated, pure terror.
As one of the trial knights who are loyal to the gods and have a firm belief, Parrish can't even distinguish a single thought to pray or regret.
This time, it was Godwin Lopez who made the first move.
Like all heroes in religious legends, the Head of Horizon seems to lack the feeling of "fear".
The strong light of the magic circle lit up, and the white horse stepped on the illusory magic circle. Under the master's instruction, it rushed towards the terrifying beast in front of him—
With the admiration that almost made him cry, Parish finally recovered from the state of being horrified and unable to move, and subconsciously turned his eyes to the direction of another Lopez.
Above the black horse, only the figure of the girl with braids remained.
At some point, Oliver Lopez disappeared. Mostly seeing that the situation has changed, the odds of winning are small and unprofitable, and they slip away quietly.
Fuck Oliver Lopez.
Parrish completely abandoned that inexplicable tolerance, scolded in the bottom of his heart, and then formed a formation with the vanguard around him.
His palms were full of cold sweat, and the lit defensive circle finally allowed him to breathe again. The subsequent expeditionary troops quickly followed, and the formation was constantly being completed.
Under the leadership of Godwin, the expedition battle against the nineteenth generation demon king officially kicked off—
No one noticed a grey parrot sneaking past in the dark.
"Ramon!... Oops, so you were going to walk over there."
Bagelmoru stopped on a stone road in the illusion, raising his voice with joy.
"How is it? How was my performance just now?"
"Very powerful." Oliver raised his arm, let the parrot stop on his wrist armor, and poked the fluffy bird feathers with a smile.
"Cross and Dylan take a detour first, they have already started preparations." The grey parrot used its beak to manage the feathers skillfully, clacking its beak. "Godwin has already started... If I hadn't found a safe place to stop the main body, I would have found you sooner!"
"It's okay." The smile on Oliver's face grew stronger and stronger, "I know the way."
On both sides of the stone road at the foot, there are street lamps that make hair stand on end—they are old and new, and their styles come from many civilizations and eras, but they all emit a cold white light.
Like visions in a nightmare, they lit up one by one, as if to guide him.
"Bah," the parrot spat disapprovingly, "I don't care about you! The great Lord Bagelmoru is going back to the goat. Deralainen will bring it back to the surface anyway, right?… Tell me, y'all Didn't eat up all the almond cookies while I wasn't there."
"Don't worry, there are two bags left."
"Oh." Bagelmore raised his head arrogantly, "Then I'll take a step first."
"See you on the surface." Oliver flicked its head lightly.
Soon, he was alone again.
At first, Oliver took advantage of the fact that people were attracted by the illusion, and directly opened the space tunnel and quickly left the team. Although he can't teleport like Nemo, he can still find an efficient and safe passage for himself.
But the nostalgic atmosphere was in front of him, but Oliver couldn't help but slow down and chose to move forward slowly with his feet.
Holding the Sword of Rest tightly in his hand, Oliver stepped on the stone road step by step. The twisted road that made people stand on end seemed to have no end, but it made his heart beat faster and faster.
Finally, the road came to an end, and the light was no longer on.
This is the center of the dead city, and the open space that has been deliberately demarcated is neat and empty. In the subtle light from the skull, a figure stood quietly in the middle of the open space.
Oliver stopped when there were more than ten steps to get together.
Rough black robe, broken staff. In front of him, the real Demon King raised his eyes, his eyes full of smiles.
"Good evening, Ollie," he greeted lightly.
Oliver's lips trembled slightly. He should have responded with the same ease, but the backlog of thoughts was thicker than he thought.
After a long silence, Oliver licked his dry lips and finally spoke: "Nimo, consider keeping the ring intact. Before I give you the ring—"
"Um?"
"Can I ask you to dance a song?"
The knight, who was no longer a human, did not extend his hand, he raised his sword, and the gray fog suddenly swept away, full of fighting intent.
"certainly."
Nemo's voice was also saturated with laughter, the staff swung horizontally, and countless black shadows rose from under his feet, and countless shadow blades went straight to the direction of his lover.
"...I waited two years, Ollie."
The author has something to say:
Fighting tiao qing! ! !
But it will be a serious duel, the reason will be discussed in the next chapter XDDD
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Ollie: (≧ω≦) I’m going to see Nemo!
Debbie: (≧ω≦) Yes, big brother is going home!
Godwin: I've worked hard, I really can't get up, I've really worked hard... With these two guys by my side, I really don't feel nervous! _(:з」∠)_
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Ollie: (≧ω≦) I’m going to see Nemo!
Della: … shut up.