man of the end
"almost."
Jessie sniffed the air and swung her tail away from her body.
"The arrangement of the temporary teleportation formation has been completed. However, once the formation is activated, even if we do not activate it, the most effective materials can only remain valid for five hours... Mr. Ramon and Mr. Wright have been fighting for more than seven hours. Maybe we should finish it later."
"Don't worry, darling. They won't be fooling around on this sort of thing, they'll both be real. Wait for my signal - after all, we'll have to get these two to the surface before we can get out. Walk."
Jessie licked her wet nose.
"Don't know how our Godwin Lopez is doing now?"
Not far from the city center.
Godwin Lopez was blank, but not the bad kind.
In addition to the strength of the warriors themselves, there are countless factors that affect the real battle - ranging from the environment, weapons and equipment, the possible follow-up effects of the war, to the air humidity, mood, and tension.
Pure personal combat power is just a simple part of this complex formula.
Godwin Lopez's first exposure to such a fight.
No hatred, no worries, no horrific responsibility weighing on your shoulders. He only needs to control the team in a suitable position, and at the same time attract the attention of the so-called "Demon King" in front of him.
Even if he knew in advance that the real Demon King was not in front of him, he couldn't help but take it seriously.
For the first time since entering the abyss, Godwin's blood began to boil. There is no need to look forward and backward, and keep thinking about other things. Those intricate situations, the worrying past and future, all disappeared from his mind at this moment.
Along the way, he did have a long headache from Oliver and Debbie's unabashed beaming, but if that was the price of joining the fight, it was well worth it.
The holy sword that cut through the Demon King twice trembled, and the alien beast in front of him let out an earth-shattering roar. The turquoise feathers on the edges of the black wings cut four dazzling arcs in the dim battlefield.
The most powerful and... safest enemy in the world.
Not for others, not for mission, just to "help". He finally put all the world behind him, and Godwin was wrapped in unprecedented peace and happiness.
Just a simple, hearty battle.
I don't know if it was Nemo Wright's prearrangement or not, all the attention of "Lord of Illusion" was focused on Godwin. The remaining members of the expeditionary force were rarely attacked, and the strongest human beings were obviously able to withstand such a concentrated attack—
The attacking spell brushed across the body, and the sharp blade of the counter-attack lifted the scales. Godwin no longer had time to think about "what he looked like", all he knew was that the blood was hitting the eardrum and every pore was dilating. The body is freed from the shackles of the spirit, as light as a feather.
The sword in his hand has never been so obedient to the command, and the pains that have run through life have thus come to an end, and one by one they are attributed to memory.
Enjoying it himself, Godwin couldn't help feeling this ridiculous.
Behind him, the giant dragon returned to its original size one after another, and continued to bombard the relatively soft abdomen of the beast with spells, helping him control the "Demon King" in a certain area. Debbie used magic to support extremely strong protection, and the shiny green protective cover protected the weakest positions of the army to ensure that he would not be distracted by the safety of the people below.
The elves surround the outermost side to ensure that the magic puppets do not disrupt the army formation. The one-eyed dwarves jumped up and down, and placed short-term forbidden magic circles under the Demon King's feet, preventing the Demon King from summoning giant magic puppets.
All races perform their duties, forming a huge orchestra with blades and spells as instruments, playing a symphony of blood and fire without any confusion.
The soldiers looked at their totems, and the strongest human on the horizon was like a commander. The orange-red light that erupted around Godwin Lopez almost turned into gold, swallowing up the waves of darkness—
Even if the enemy is outrageously terrifying, maybe... they can survive and win.
It was not until the scenery began to change rapidly that Godwin realized that the "Demon King" in front of him was retreating towards the center of the city.
[Nemo has everything planned in town.]Oliver's voice in the memory awakened him from that wonderful sense of happiness, [His creation has no thoughts, and sensing Nemo's weakness, it will instinctively lean towards the center of the city.]
[At the moment when Nemo is "on the verge of death", I will do my best to trigger a force shock, so that his... uh, the law is thinking that the Demon King is dead, and for a moment, uh, relax. With the power of Jesse and Ed, they can make a very powerful top-level teleportation spell, which can teleport me and Nemo out in that moment.]
[Let's not say how many times you "uh", and how nonsense the middle paragraph sounds, especially like what you thought temporarily.]At that time, he responded calmly, [What about the expedition army, what are you going to do?]
[Nemo has already calculated everything, and with the guidance of Della Lenien, you will definitely have time to return to the teleportation formation in time.]
[Where is your partner?]
[Dara Lennion will bring back my horse and sheep, Jesse and Ed are so powerful that they can leave on their own. As a demon, Baglmore just needs to fly away from the bottom of the abyss ahead of time.]
[One more question, if you take Wright away, what will happen to the fake demon king Wright made?]
[It will collapse.]
[Then the expedition will think I killed it, right?]
[Uh, yes. But it's not something I can decide for myself, so I want to discuss this with you—]
[I reject.] Godwin shook his head firmly, [I don't need this title, and I don't need you to do the same thing as your father. Since the fake demon king will retreat to the center of the dead city by himself, you should have time to cut it yourself before you leave. I would say this is our collaboration.]
And this collaboration is finally about to begin.
The warriors of the expedition were not sheep who had to follow the leader. The war has been going on until now, and the "nineteenth generation" in front of it is terrifying, but its fighting style tends to be more defensive, and it keeps retreating.
Even though the battle in front of him was nearly intensified, many people's attention began to turn to the direction where the Demon King retreated, attracted by the abnormal energy in the center of the dead city.
The elves who like to move in groups, in groups of two or three, have already risen into the air, trying to see one or two from the ominous energy ball expanding outward in the center of the dead city. Several gatekeepers have even left the team and moved towards the center of the city.
It should be time.
Godwin, who has been attracting most of the "Demon King"'s attention, dodged a black flame, waved his holy sword, and slashed one of the wings of the beautiful creature. The alien beast in front of him let out a roar, raised its wings that sprayed black blood, and finally rushed towards the city.
However, the members of the expedition force were not overwhelmed by the victory at hand, and the representatives of various races would not be stupid enough to choose to quarrel at this time. There were almost no casualties, but the soldiers gathered together more cautiously, and the formation did not disperse at all.
Horizon as the vanguard pursues at the fastest speed. After more than ten minutes, the entire army rushed to the middle of the dead city, and was immediately held in place by the scene in front of them.
The nineteenth generation Demon King is collapsing.
The huge alien beast gradually melted in the literal sense, and the hard black scales turned into a thick black liquid.
It is stepping on a huge, invisible magic circle under its feet. The vigorous surface magic is running in the magic circle, and the brilliance of the magic circle is getting stronger and stronger. Perhaps the weakness of the Demon King was the result of this magic circle—the dazzling white light devoured all the shadows cast by the Demon King.
Approaching the Demon King, Godwin Lopez seemed to be exhausted and half-knelt.
Oliver Lopez held a figure tightly in his left hand, with a weird smile on his face, and the aura around him could be described as terrifying. The ominous light on the bone sword in the right hand became stronger and stronger, like another surviving Demon Lord.
Debbie Wright of Horizon slammed her hands over her mouth, a little tear flashing in her eyes. There were a few curious gatekeepers who wanted to get close, but they were so overwhelmed by the momentum that they couldn't get close.
That move, no matter what it is, must have accumulated to the limit.
"No!" Someone shouted subconsciously, "This bastard wants to—"
It's a pity that a simple cry can't stop what happened next.
The beam is lasing out.
An uncomfortable gray-white light penetrated the head of the "Lord of Illusion", and the huge body of the Demon King stagnated in place. Just like the countless previous demon kings in the legend, it began to collapse rapidly, turning into a translucent black liquid, releasing countless miasma.
It stands to reason that the expeditionary army should leave here immediately and go to the vicinity to find the bone jade that appears.
But no one cheered, no one cried, no one even recovered.
Compared with the previous battles that took several months, this time the expedition battle only lasted about a day. It went smoothly like a trap, and no one was willing to buy it subconsciously—this directly caused no one to accept the reality in their eyes for a while, until the tremor recalled everyone from their stupor.
With the death of this generation of demon kings, the bottom of the abyss did not calm down, but began to tremble more and more strongly. The dead city began to disintegrate, and the sound of explosions sounded all around.
Countless huge stones fell from the sky above the bottom of the abyss, and the battlefield instantly turned into a tomb that was about to be filled.
"Retreat!" Godwin Lopez shouted hoarsely. He used magic to make his voice louder, then mounted his equally exhausted mount and rushed towards the rear of the army.
"But bone jade..." The nearest human strongman spit out half a sentence of doubt.
"Remove one after another!"
The shocking fact is ahead, and the fatal crisis is behind, no one wants to doubt the hero's words - just teleport to the shallow layer of the abyss, anyway, the remaining materials are sufficient, they can wait for this inexplicable collapse to end before exploring the bone jade.
The expeditionary force quickly changed its formation and withdrew from the teleportation formation that had come at the fastest speed.
Shamelessly stealing the final blow, Oliver Ramon, who would be awarded the title of "Brave", was still standing in the dazzling white circle, motionless.
Godwin Lopez didn't care what he meant, and the few gatekeepers who had just returned in a bad way instead spoke up.
"Oliver Lopez, it's time to leave."
"I want to guard my treasure." The head of the tumbleweed's voice was annoyingly brisk, "Get out."
"Treasure? Want to take the opportunity to hide the bone jade?... Your greed will kill you."
"Someone said that to me before, but apparently, I'm still alive and well."
Oliver Lopez did not deny the guess, the smile on his face became brighter, but the threat spit out of his mouth became colder.
"Why, if you guys are still here, trying to obstruct me... I'll have to clear you up."
Several gatekeepers looked at each other, lit a paper spell, and their figures disappeared into the air.
Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, and he knelt on top of the magic circle.
Since the end of the battle with Nemo, his power transmission has not been cut off.
Before Nemo was completely in a state of near-death, he could not risk withdrawing the power that protected the last bit of life. The demand for this piece of flesh and blood seemed like a bottomless pit, and he had to prepare for the final explosion, and he could not tolerate the slightest distraction.
Fortunately, the battlefield is finally empty again.
In the increasingly intense white light, in the gradually rich miasma, and among the collapsed ruins, he rested the head of his lover on his shoulder.
Oliver kissed Nemo's slightly cold ear, and stared at the huge beast that kept melting in the formation.
In front of him, the huge false creation finally melted completely, and not a single black scale remained.
The time for the Demon King to die has come.
Oliver didn't make a sound to remind Jesse and Adrian who were hiding in the dark, he had a more direct way-
The last force exploded all at once around the newborn god's body, and after a steady stream of delivery, the terrifying force of the dying flesh and blood was perfectly simulated.
Since Godwin's arrival, the circle that has been flickering with dazzling light has finally been activated.
Just a moment.
At the bottom of the abyss, on the collapsed battlefield, there was no one left.
At that moment, everyone on the edge of the big teleportation array could feel their feet empty. The ground beneath their feet seemed to shrink inward, as if falling asleep as they approached the hallucinations of falling.
The bottom of the abyss is collapsing at a terrifying speed, but no one is in the mood to consider whether this is normal.
"Quick!" After Godwin commanded the horizon to cut off, one person fell behind.
"Dalalay... Dala!" Godwin roared, kicking the last member of Horizon into the circle. "This place is about to collapse!"
"I know."
The grey parrot dragged the sheep and left through the teleportation array long ago, and the girl with braided braids led the horse into the teleportation array, but she was still standing outside the teleportation array.
"I knew you wouldn't be kind enough to come down and show us the way." Godwin panted wearily. "Whatever you want to do, come with me first... If something happens to your shell here, Oliver must be—"
"I wouldn't do that stupid waste."
The braided girl looked at the bottom of the shattering abyss.
"… Godwin Lopez, you know what? On the deathbed of every human being I deal with, I ask them a question. 'What do you regret most in your life?'"
"What the hell are you..."
"Until now, I have not been able to understand all the information. Because many of the answers given to me are trivial and trivial. Obviously such a long and rich life, obviously through countless twists and turns of fate - one of the idiots even told What I regret the most is that before the child left home many years ago, he did not give her a parting kiss."
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, come here quickly!"
Dellalienne pierced his chest with one hand, ripped open his chest with blood, and pulled out a bright red eyeball. Then the demon took off the orange-red spar pendant on his chest and wrapped it around the eyeball.
"If I had given him a little more strength, maybe the results would have changed... Now I can more or less understand those inexplicable answers."
The eyeball flew away with the pendant, submerged in the endless darkness and dust.
"... Now it's alright, let's go."
The braided girl turned her face with a calm expression. She picked up the skirt and stepped into the teleportation array, without looking back.
In this way, after the last member of the expedition left, the teleportation formation finally dimmed, and was immediately buried by countless falling boulders.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the border forest between Garland and Alban.
The Sword of Rest lay quietly on the grass on one side, and its owner remained kneeling.
Oliver's arms were not empty.
… they succeeded.
After leaving the abyss, he began desperately to heal the lover who had only one breath left. Now Nemo, with his chin resting on his shoulder, slept soundly, his heartbeat weak but regular.
It wasn't until his breathing began to slow that Oliver realized that he was already bursting into tears.
With little damage left in the black armor, he staggered and hugged Nemo, leaning against a nearby tree. After struggling to adjust his posture for a while, he sat up against the tree, resting his lover's head on his legs.
After doing all this, he covered his eyes with one hand and stopped to control the tears.
The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, leaving patches of light on the grass. The leaves are green, the birds are singing gently, and the air is humid and warm, just like the summer when the escape began three years ago.
"Good morning, Ollie."
A weak but gentle voice crept into his ears.
"'No matter how bad things get, I'll always greet you with a smile. At least I won't cry like the first time.' . . . Who said that?"
His demon king stretched out a blood-stained hand and poked the tip of his nose in vengeance.
"And, where's my ring, Mr. Brave?"