"How is the mission accomplished?"
"Which one do you ask? The one with the blue bird's body or the one brought back to Nemo Wright?"
"You know what I'm asking, don't talk nonsense."
"How much ambition do you expect from people coming out of a small place? I don't think Wright is going to join you - oops, sorry sorry, join us. Wright's got a head problem, and his teammates are crazy enough to leave no doubts. .Personal opinion, I think they're pretty good that way."
"It's been a long time since an unidentified demon warlock has appeared - if he's really just an ordinary person, you can't handle him. Dylan, you've never failed."
The sun has set, and Jesse Dylan is standing alone in the ruins somewhere in Vincent Town. Here must have been the living room of some family, beautiful vases fell to pieces under his feet, flowers and fruit fell into the dust, and ants had begun to gather on the broken peel. A small religious portrait fell not far away. The frame decorated with gold powder was covered with mud. The woman in the painting had her eyes closed and a sympathetic smile on her mouth. That might be the god in the imagination of the townspeople of Vincennes Town.
The blond youth casually kicked the vase fragments with the toes of his boots, and the communication crystals shone softly in the night.
"Who said I failed?" Jesse replied with a smile.
"Your mission is to bring back Nemo Wright. You can force it. Now I don't see any sign of success, my deputy head." The other party's tone was a bit more sarcastic.
"Omen." Jesse's smile grew brighter, "You want to talk to me about 'Omen'?... Maybe you misunderstood, I don't think my mission is to 'get Nemo Wright back'." Hair tucked behind her ear, "And I don't like being called 'mine'."
"… What do you mean?"
"Do you really think there's something wrong with my head? If it was just for a demon warlock, I wouldn't do such a tiring thing. If I'm not mistaken, you should be on the tenth floor of the elven tomb by now. I said Is that right, Mr. Commander?"
"Why are you divination this... uh!" A scream came from the communication crystal, even if it was distorted under the influence of magic, the pain and panic in it remained unchanged. "... jerk... you've been..."
"Yeah, you'll all die in it, don't bother struggling," Jesse said happily. "For a Sea Scorpion team, this is a less annoying ending."
"… why do not you… "
"I'm just your thug, not your guide. As I said, I don't like doing tiring things, and you're part of it. Well, you know what? You have to be honest before cooking. Get the materials first, and we've had a good time together—now it's time to clean up the unwanted leftovers."
“… Dylan… I will never let it go…”
"Your voice is too low for me to hear," Jesse said sweetly. "By the way, I hope you don't forget that the task of the tomb is yours to choose - it's a destiny you choose with your own hands."
There was another mournful cry, desperate and mournful, not like a human voice. The communication crystal struggled to flicker a few times, and finally went dark.
"Demon Warlock?" Jesse shook his head and retracted his fingers. The spar turned into powder between his slender fingers, he blew on the palm of his hand and muttered softly. "This title... is a little too much for Mr. Demon King."
The tomb of the high elves, the tenth underground floor.
The heavily armed warrior leaned forward, his armor screeching loudly, the white tin emblem on his chest reflecting delicate light in the dim lighting of the tomb passage. The scene in front of him was extremely miserable. Human limbs covered with bite marks were scattered all over the floor, and the air was so bloody that it was nauseating. The sticky viscera even hung on the walls, giving off a stench unique to fresh viscera. The soldier almost stepped on a rolling eyeball. For a moment, he couldn't tell how many people were contained in the pile of lingering fragments.
The most complete corpse leaned against the blood-stained black and red wall, with wide eyes. Anger mixed with fear, completely solidified on the half face of the corpse that was still intact. His hands were gnawed to nothing but bones, and a long-extinguished communication crystal fell nearby—in addition to the bumped cracks, there were even scratches and tooth marks on the spar.
"Heart-devouring rats, I'm afraid it's the kind that has lived for a long time." The soldier picked up the corpse and inspected it carefully, even sniffing it up close, without frowning. "The team of the Sea Scorpion Black Chapter, the combat power is not too bad. Head, the mage should be allowed to open the way."
"Or we can go the other way." The young man known as the "Captain" replied in a low and gentle voice. "According to the current structure of the tomb, the high elves will not keep this kind of thing near the room where the relics are kept. Once the tomb of this structure begins to age, the breath of the holy sword will definitely overflow. That is the one who has killed two generations of demon kings. Sword... If the Heart Eater is scared away, it won't be able to defend itself."
"Then we...?"
"Don't go this way." The young man ordered decisively, and the magic stone lamps on both sides of the tomb passage illuminated his face—
Godwin Lopez, the head of the Horizon Mercenaries, is a very handsome young man. He fits all people's imaginations of a hero. Even in the dimly lit ground, the blond hair still glowed with a clean, warm luster. Godwin's eyes were emerald green, firm and sharp.
His eyes swept across the stumps on the ground, and he stayed on the black seal of the sea scorpion covered with blood and minced flesh for a few seconds, stained with a bit of disgust.
When Horizon recruited Ann Savage, the female warrior who politely declined did not see Horizon's head directly. Otherwise she'll discover something when she first encounters the two wanted criminals in Roadmark Town—
Godwin Lopez looks like Oliver Ramon, with almost identical green eyes.
The owner of the other pair of green eyes, a snake-level black seal, is now surrounded by blue birds at the entrance of the Holy Land along with his confession object.
Before Nemo could figure out how to explain the sword in Oliver's hand, a figure rushed out. Merorty Delaney did not stay in Vincent Town—at this moment, most of her body had changed back to a human, and a pair of sharp claws of birds were exposed under the rough sackcloth skirt. She rushed up a little unsteadily and gave Nemo, who was walking in front, a big hug.
"Thank you," she murmured. "Thank you so much."
Like the townspeople of Vincennes Town, the eyes of the bluebirds are not very friendly. They all looked away, but at least they didn't directly attack the excited brunette girl. Paso Tallo stood behind Paso Totu, his eyes swept across the hilt of Oliver's bone sword.
"This... uh..." Nemo didn't know how to explain it for a while.
"No need to explain." The leader of the blue bird said solemnly, "That is our most powerful priest, I can recognize her breath. There is no resentment on it, she should have given it to you voluntarily. I represent my tribe to you. Acknowledgments - you gave her a chance to sleep. Even if we can't accept the... people from Vincent Town for the time being, it's an indisputable fact that Lavinia saved the entire tribe."
The girl finally let go of Nemo, and the latter breathed a sigh of relief: "Then over there in Vincent Town...?"
"I don't know." Pasototu continued, and Merotti retreated to his side. "What's happened doesn't go away, but...how to say, not everyone is guilty, is it? At least now we have a possibility to talk. Merotti is still practicing, she has mastered a little bit of control deformation Skill." He lowered his head and rubbed his beak lightly against his lover's cheek. "She's going to be a great translator."
They need time. Fortunately, they still have a long time left.
"This is for you." Merotti took out the book that they were all very familiar with, "I... I have nothing else to give, and you should be a little interested in it when you first took it."
It's that fairy tale. It had been cleaned very carefully, and although it was still a little dirty, at least it was no longer uncomfortable—the blood was gone, and the water that made the paper uneven was gone. The broken corners have been carefully smoothed out, and it has completely turned into an ordinary old book.
"It's not important to you..." Nemo took it subconsciously. In fact, he didn't care much about the book, but it's a bit inappropriate to say it now.
"Here's a piece I wrote for Pasototu." Merotti smiled, "Most of it was… kind of sad, and now we don't need it. To be honest he tried to sing it, but once he did that , we all get a sense of being watched... now we know where that sight is coming from."
She let out a sigh and looked in the direction of the Holy Land.
"It's not that important, it's just a small souvenir. The score is magical, and it might be able to help you. Don't say no, okay?"
Nemo took over the fairy tale, and he was too embarrassed to say no.
"Do you two need to spend the night here?" Paso Tallo asked, still not enthusiastic.
"No, thank you. If we can, we hope to get back to Vincent Town as soon as possible..." Nemo suddenly realized something and frowned. "Wait a minute, why is Lavinia a 'priest' and Jesse Dylan an 'angel'?"
"The 'priest' is to pray to the gods, and the 'god's messenger' is to convey the will of the gods." The blue bird leader was silent for a moment and slowly explained. "Prophecy is a very terrifying ability, and there are very few people with talent. It is said that Lavinia sacrificed most of her eyesight to obtain such a prophecy. And your friend... He understands our sacrificial language, and has a very terrifying ability. The gift of prophecy. As a rule, we must acknowledge him."
Nemo frowned and translated the sentence to Oliver, who was also lost in thought, neither of them in the mood to correct the "friend"'s false statement. As a result, Lavinia's prediction is likely to be overturned. And Jesse Dillon's joke at first seems less like a joke-
"I'm telling the little birds that you guys are destined to end this fucking situation." That's what he said at the time, and none of them took it seriously.
"…I think," Nemo swallowed, shuddering at the feeling of being manipulated. "We'd better get rid of him sooner rather than later."
It's a pity that reality always tells them that they have to think about other things first - just like when they were brought here for the first time, the blue bird grabbed them, traveled through the darker night, and sent them back to a quieter place than before. small town. Ann was not hard to find, a small cluster of lightning flashed over a half-ruined house.
Adrian Cross was lying on the sofa that had collapsed in half, not sleeping peacefully, but the wound seemed to have been treated simply. An lit an oil lamp, and now she was holding her arms, her brows furrowed tightly. The only good thing - Jesse Dillon wasn't there.
"us… "
"I have something to say," the female warrior spoke first, "Oliver, do you want to consider disbanding this team?"
,Wonderful!
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