Ann didn't answer. As if she didn't hear it, she went straight to the corner of the abandoned house and opened the rotten cellar door.
"Go down," she said. "Let's go down."
After saying that, she jumped down first, and the remaining three men looked at each other. Adrian set off second, the chains didn't seem to cause him much trouble, his movements were neat, and the sound of landing sounded soft and steady. Nemo looked into the cellar and saw nothing but darkness. Oliver hesitated for a moment, clasped his hands on the edge of the cellar, and then released his hands cautiously.
The first thing Oliver did when he hit the ground was to cast the lighting spell, and the soft light instantly illuminated the cellar that was even more dilapidated than the room above. Nemo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, imitating Oliver's movements, trying to touch the ground in a safe position. As a result, he completely underestimated his new grip—the rotten planks crumbled between his fingers, and he fell humbly on his back.
Fortunately, the floor of the cellar is soft soil. Nemo sniffed the strong stench in his nostrils and sneezed hard. This time, Oliver quickly reached out to help Nemo get rid of the mud and dry moss on the ground, plus a few sticky mouse bones.
"There is a sewer here." An kicked open a crumbling stone brick. "They are probably busy blocking the wall at the moment. The sewer is safe for the time being, and they won't send too many people here from the beginning."
Nemo agreed with her very much - he was about to be suffocated by the stench in the air, and no creature would choose this kind of place as a first choice except for rats and cockroaches. He was already starting to miss that clean and comfortable hotel room.
"Let's unchain Mr. Cross first," Oliver suggested. "He's agreed to help us with the task, and I'm sure he won't break his promise."
"...You're still thinking about the mission?" Ann exclaimed in disbelief, "Do you know what the situation is now?"
"Anyway, things have come to this point, it's better to finish it by the way." After passing through the collapsed stone wall, they were advancing along the dark underground river. Nemo didn't want to know what he was stepping on, and had to try to distract himself by adding topics. "How's your harvest?"
"Mrs. Edwards may... know." Oliver's eyes flashed over Adrian. "I don't think she's in control of that..."
"Deralainen." Adrian added the second half of the sentence for him.
Ann stopped, while Oliver and Nemo looked at the former knight commander who was walking at the end.
"I thought you at least knew who your enemy was." Adrian sighed, "My mistake."
"Since you know the identity of the superior demon, how can you... uh, in this situation?" Nemo chose his words carefully, trying to save some image - if he still has any image in Adrian Cross.
"Deralainen is good at illusions." Adrian was not as reluctant to explain like Ann, or ignored the disgusting questions. He simply answered Nemo's question.
"Pictured illusions won't let people see what they don't want to see." Ann joined the conversation with a bit of ill will, not intending to hide the desire to stumble on Adrian. "That means to the lovely citizens, they want you to be the villain more than Cahill Edwards."
"It's true." Adrian's expression was calm, and he even nodded. "I'm not surprised."
"Then continue the topic just now." The other party's calm attitude made the female warrior's tone a little more frustrated, "I don't want you to have any strange expectations of me. Even if the world is over, it doesn't matter to me. No interest. Why am I still following these two boys? Because this time it was my fault, otherwise I would have tied them together and hung them at the church door to apologize - I know my conscience, but I At least face."
Oliver and Nemo silently distanced themselves from her and fell behind Adrian.
"...But I'm curious, isn't the person in the prophecy already determined?" The two who retreated from An Chong rolled their eyes.
"I'm not that person," Adrian said in a deep voice, "but neither is Godwin Lopez."
"Why, the evaluation of the head of Horizon is so low?" An folded his arms. "What are you trying to say, Oliver—yes, that kid you were talking to—is that possible?"
"He's no less talented than Lopez."
"They said Lopez," Nemo couldn't help whispering to Oliver, capturing a certain key word. "Head of Horizon is a Lopez? He has absolutely nothing to do with Tin Corps Captain Flint Lopez—"
"I'm more curious about what that prophecy is than this... How do I feel like I'm the only one here who hasn't heard of it?"
"Haven't you heard of it?!" Nemo raised his voice in surprise, and Ann and Adrian stopped talking and cast complicated glances. "… sorry, sorry, you guys continue."
"Actually, I don't remember too much." Nemo lowered his voice again and explained to Oliver, whose expression was blank. "Just remember that it's not very human."
"It's not very human..."
It may be that they finally can't stand the random attitude of the two people towards the prophecy. Adrian frowned, and just as he was about to speak, a female voice sounded first.
"Born by death and betrayal, stepping over the bones of loved ones, shattering curses, and embracing the abyss."
"Follow the king's guidance, a knight blessed by the gods. He follows the stars and comes like winter."
"His sword will bring the true end."
An cleared his throat. "...It's just a few words. Actually, I don't think it's very human. If I were the Pope, I would definitely hope that the prophet would be able to pinpoint the guy's birthplace. It's better to confirm the street."
"… No, I meant to say." Oliver looked confused. "What's this prophecy about? Sounds a little, uh, negative."
"Who knows, the popular sayings these days are 'the swordsman with the greatest hope of conquering the abyss', 'the true savior'... and so on."
"I think Mr. Cross fits the bill," Nemo whispered. "Especially the 'winter is coming'."
The knight commander who was mentioned gave him a cold look.
"Are you sure it's the abyss, not the surface," Oliver whispered back, "The person in the prophecy sounds a bit miserable?"
This time Adrian coughed heavily.
"It's definitely not me, Mr. Cross," Oliver explained quickly. "My childhood was very happy. I've never met a king, let alone a knight—I don't even have any faith!"
Nemo nodded sympathetically. Judging from their current experience, let alone being blessed by God, it is almost the same as being despised by God.
"I just compared the strengths of you and Lopez. Objectively speaking, there is a possibility." Adrian responded with a blank expression. "Lopez hasn't been officially recognized yet, and I don't think he's going to be. It's just that."
As soon as he finished speaking, the unbearable stench in the air suddenly thickened. Ann's hunting spear filled the circle in an instant, she stabbed Adrian with a spear, and the latter's chain exploded into several pieces in an instant. The swollen floating corpse fluttered in the air. It swayed a few times, and just as it was about to adjust its movements, it was severely restrained by a chain glowing with white light on its swollen, invisible neck. Adrian grabs the newly broken silver chain and turns it into a deadly enough weapon.
He gripped the chain tightly, tightening his arms, almost wringing its head off. The floating corpse opened its mouth full of carrion and let out an angry roar, then turned its neck for half a full turn, stretched out its head and bit Adrian. An's backhand spear just stabbed, the floating corpse's head was shattered by the electric light, and the swollen body fell limply back into the sewage. Leaving a black and green brain and a more intoxicating stench.
The difference between a warrior and a common man is brutally revealed—it all ends with Oliver just posing for a fight, and Nemo just after his second sneeze, struggling to hold back in the almost solid stench. The urge to retching.
Adrian looked back silently and put away the chain in his hand, but Ann did not put down the hunting spear in his hand. So he sighed and threw the chain into the sticky sewage, and Ann put away the spear.
"I hope you understand," she said grimly, "just in case."
"I promised the young man," Adrian said, flexing his joints stiff from being restrained for too long. "I won't lie."
Nemo, who was on the side, finally managed to let his breath go, and he almost began to wonder if the two people had a fake nose at all. Just as he was about to share this conjecture with Oliver, he found that Oliver was staring at his hands—the illumination technique was still holding up, but it got darker a lot, and Oliver was distracted.
Nemo immediately put aside the idea of a joke. Oliver's face was a little pale, his hands that didn't use Illumination slowly clenched into fists, and Nemo knew very well that it wasn't because of rancidity or fear.
"Oli?" he asked worriedly.
Oliver smiled reluctantly, and the light of the illumination technique slowly recovered. "I'm fine," he replied gently, but then he turned his face away.
"Ann, how long do we need to stay here?" Oliver asked loudly in Ann's direction.
"At least tonight, if all goes well, tomorrow afternoon—"
"If possible, can I ask you not to take action immediately?"
Ann let out a long, intrigued "Oh". She stopped and looked Oliver up and down.
"You don't have a sword," she concluded. "I probably know what you're thinking, but it's not a good idea to force yourself."
"I know." Oliver said, walked a few steps quickly, and walked at the front of the team with Adrian.
"You can put the shield away." The female warrior approached Nemo and patted him on the shoulder. The latter was literally startled, and there was a light sound of something shattering in the darkness. "Oh, well, just keep holding on. You can practice your control along the way—since you want to protect him so much."
At this distance, Oliver could not hear what the two behind him were saying. But at the moment when the floating corpse struck, the black shadow behind him shuddered. Almost instantly, he realized the fact that it wasn't the mere darkness cast by the sewer tunnel, not from the beginning. And there is only one person on the scene who can control the shadow shield.
And this realization made his heart sour.
Something was roaring in front of him, and he carefully controlled his power, imitating Adrian’s movements, and attacking the source of the sound—
A little stronger, he took a breath, and the cold air condensed a thin layer of ice on the surface of the sewage.
He needs to get stronger.
,Wonderful!
(m.. = )