There are indeed all kinds of strange religions on the surface, and there are also many sects that believe in some strange evil gods. Nemo was not very interested in demons before. Due to the special objects involved in the Church of the Abyss, the beloved Mr. Wright avoided books related to it. Oliver has heard a little about the Church of the Abyss, but his understanding is at most on a fresh level—
There are many religions that preach doomsday and destruction, and the Church of the Abyss is one of the most successful. It didn't just quit like a normal cult, concentrating on consolidating its own small circle, but generously opened its arms and decided to shelter all human beings involved with demons.
This is equivalent to standing up and directly confronting other normal surface religions.
But they succeeded. It's not because of how reasonable the teachings of the Abyss Church are, or because the Demon King really blesses them—the superior demons don't want their prepared bodies to be chased and killed every day. Although they have little interest in human religion, they don't hesitate to support them occasionally. two.
The number of demon warlocks is small, but the quality is amazing. A large number of demon believers who are scattered and thieves also have the backbone, and the Abyss Church has thus gained a firm foothold. In the last few hundred years it even rivaled the Ruddism.
"... What is Bagelmore going to do in that kind of place?" Seeing Nemo's dazed expression, Oliver decisively took over. "High-level demons shouldn't seek shelter from the Church of the Abyss."
"Information on this aspect is indispensable in the abyss." Adrian explained, "The higher-level demons prefer the 'butcher shop', and the powerful middle-level demons are very popular in the church of the abyss. According to Mr. Wright's previous statement, Bagelmore's The main body is a high-level demon - even if the power of its flesh and blood on the surface is only intermediate, it will be treated very favorably in the church of the abyss. If it is lucky enough, they may have the means to restore it."
"It's a bit of a brain in general." Jesse shrugged. "Aside from running away, it's a wise decision."
"The main purpose is to search for information. Nemo can take time to talk to the parrot at any time." Ann glanced at Nemo, who didn't seem to have reacted. "Mission, friends, choose a mission first - so that next month's indicators are in place."
"Wait." Nemo seemed to have finally digested the current situation, "Since the higher-level demons will not casually visit the Church of the Abyss, can I only go as a demon warlock? But my appearance..."
"You forgot what you are again." An sighed, "It shouldn't be difficult for a superior demon... White II can do it, you can learn from it."
Nemo thought for a few seconds, then solemnly stretched out his right hand, stared at it—then blushed.
"...What are you doing?" Oliver couldn't help asking when he found himself unable to concentrate on the task sheet.
"Mimic." Nemo said very seriously, but the hand was still the same, and it didn't seem to change. "Not very successful though."
"I won't ask you what you want to do." Oliver coughed dryly, "but... the Fuller goat is fine, okay?"
Nemo withdrew his hand angrily: "I have to find a way to make myself look like a demon warlock."
"It's not a good idea to grow sheep's hooves, it looks stupid," Ann said. "It's a twisted change after all... Well, Nemo, can you turn your eyes back into the devil's shape?"
"What?" Nemo shook his hand and raised his eyebrows.
"Didn't you notice?" The female warrior folded her arms. "When you were seeing a doctor at Nadine's side, your pupils became the same as Seymour worms."
Nemo pressed his temples, but he didn't think he'd changed much. So he had to hold his breath, desperately recalling how he felt.
"Is that so?" He raised his head, the pupils of his eyes slowly splitting.
Oliver drew his sword almost at the same second, and the white barrier with a slight blue light instantly filled the entire room, and the warm air in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees. Nemo looked puzzled at his new boyfriend, trying to express his doubts on his face.
"Press down the momentum, Nemo—" Oliver slammed the ground with his scabbard, supporting his slightly shaky body. "Lopez is also in this hotel!"
Ann's face was as pale as paper. She gritted her teeth and plunged a spear into the floor, but she still slid down the spear and sat on the ground. Jesse seemed to have expected this, and he sat down calmly, cross-legged, one hand on his cheek. Adrian reacted the most. He barely stood still, but blood was gushing from the corners of his nose and mouth.
"But I don't know how to suppress it for the time being... Sorry, Mr. Cross." Nemo was stunned for a few seconds by the sudden burst of blood, and his tone was a little more flustered. "Wait a minute, I'll think of a way-"
Oliver dropped his scabbard with a clang. He strode forward, grabbed Nemo by the front, and kissed the corner of his lips decisively.
It turned out that their leader's method was very effective - Nemo's demon pupils and momentum were scared back together. He froze in shock, as if Oliver didn't kiss him, but gave him a solid sword.
The former Judge Knight Commander finally regained his breath. He wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand and sighed. Jesse let out a loud whistle and even wanted to applaud.
"...You didn't do this at Nadine's place." An stood up with the spear body, and said dryly, her voice still a little hollow. "This is much more exciting than Pandoratel's time, worthy of being a whole superior."
"That should be just the tip of the iceberg that leaked out." Adrian's blood-stained face showed a wry smile, "After all, Mr. Wright isn't consciously manipulating it."
If Mr. Wright wanted to, he could even kill them unsuspecting with just this sense of oppression. Adrian wiped the newly oozing blood from the corners of his mouth with his thumb, feeling mixed feelings in his heart. He had never thought of this before, but in those few seconds, the moment his back was soaked in cold sweat. That cowardly thought still flashed through his mind—
Luckily, Nemo Wright was not their enemy.
"You have to control it, you can't take Mr. Ramon with you." Jesse stood up in no hurry, and looked at Nemo, whose ears were completely red, with interest. "But I have to say it works well. Although the 'distortion' is not obvious, it just looks like a demon warlock."
At the same time, Godwin Lopez stopped what he was doing.
For a split second, an unbelievably powerful momentum swept past him like a storm. Even if it is not malicious, the level of strength that can only be described as "unreasonable" still has an amazing deterrent effect, and even the head of Horizon who has been immersed in the battlefield for a long time has his knees weak for a moment. Fortunately, that moment was too short - it wasn't even half a second, like a nightmare that suddenly passed through reality, a cold and biting illusion.
The holy sword Dawn suddenly hummed violently.
It wasn't his illusion, it was definitely the breath of a superior demon. Godwin frowned and drew his sword a short distance from its scabbard. The beautiful brilliance of "Breaking Dawn" is different from the previous warmth, mixed with a little ominous blood.
But the aura disappeared so completely, Godwin tried his best to detect the range of dozens of miles, and even used the magic circle - but he found nothing.
But Godwin had detected something else.
"Come in." He greeted in the direction of the door. "The door is not locked."
"Mission report, Commander." Debbie Wright handed over a stack of parchment with both hands. "Just the epilogue and your signature—what are you going to do with it?"
"Treat it according to the mission abort, and classify it into the file where the mission target disappeared midway." Godwin put away his sword and simply flipped through the report. "Well written, just not objective enough. A little more circumspect about Nemo Wright and Oliver Ramon. Don't let romance get in the way of work, Debbie."
They have done enough detection work before carrying out the mission. The strongest nearby is a group of middle-level demons called bone lizards. They are honestly nesting in the middle of the desert, and they do not need to make a special trip to clean up for the time being. Caleb Village is such a big place, and it is so remote that it is difficult to find even low-level demons.
Then its most likely source is only one.
"Nimo Wright... I remember being a demon believer?"
"Yes." The young female mage bowed her head slightly, "His familiar is a parrot-shaped demon, and his strength is intermediate."
"But in Hiram's escape, some people said that he 'called himself a demon warlock'." Godwin's tone was very flat, "I don't like to judge based on rumors and speculation, there is no evidence for this at present. Debbie, You're a very important member of Horizon - tell me, is he?"
"Precisely, I don't know. But I personally don't think so." Debbie bit her lip, her tone earnest. "That's what I said, Commander. If you want, I can vouch for his character with my honor."
"I see, don't be nervous." Godwin said calmly, his emerald eyes swept across the report page again. "I have no right or intention to restrict your meetings with your loved ones, Debbie."
There is no hostility to the superior demon breath, which is interesting. Godwin narrowed his eyes slightly.
Debbie looked relieved—their mage, despite being smart and powerful, was a very emotional little girl. Nemo Wright doesn't seem to have the twist of a demon warlock, if the source of that momentum is really him...
Higher-level demons have always been able to easily obtain the memory of their hosts, and Debbie never seemed to consider the possibility that her brother might be "not me". But this can only be a conjecture. Godwin placed the report on the table, rubbing his forehead with one hand.
He has no evidence.
"I'll add to the report, you don't have to rewrite it." Godwin's expression was very calm, "Go and rest."
After the door of the room slammed shut, the head of Horizon pondered for a moment and made a few additions at the end of the mission report.
The tip of his pen paused. Crossed out "friendly" and replaced it with "unclear attitude".
Another room not far away.
The black chapter team tossed around the theme of "how to disguise normally without overturning teammates", and completely forgot about choosing a task. After the turmoil of oppression, the remaining few have a new understanding of what "complete superior demon" means - in order to pay tribute to the human side, Nemo obtained the right to sleep on the sofa that night.
Ann got the only bed, and Adrian Cross lay down on the floor very calmly. Jesse was nearly kicked out of the room by everyone, and after he reassured himself that he would apply the Silent Circle himself, they barely scratched him a spot on the floor by the window.
Nemo opened his eyes, fixedly staring at the ceiling in the darkness. He now knows how to control the momentum while keeping the demon pupils, but he is afraid that when he wakes up, he will forget the essentials of control, so he has to practice his life before going to bed.
A hand patted his arm lightly in the darkness, and Nemo almost exploded the aura of the superior demon again.
"Hey." Oliver greeted softly, leaning on the edge of the sofa. "Day thing... sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Kissing you without permission."
"Come on, you're not thirteen years old." Nemo turned over, facing each other, trying to maintain the demonic form of his pupils. "Thank you for not being afraid."
"…I forgot to be afraid then," Oliver murmured, raising his eyebrows slightly in the moonlight. "And you're sweating so hard."
"Mr. Cross looks like he's spewing blood," Nemo protested decisively. "I'm afraid I'll actually hurt him, okay?"
"So what do you want me to be afraid of?"
Nemo stared at the other party's happy green eyes, and he could feel the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably: "Then prove it, Mr. Ramon."
Not to be outdone, he patted the sofa and shrank his body inward. "There's room for two people in here."
Oliver shoved up gracefully—one arm came up naturally, his forehead pressed against Nemo's collarbone, without the slightest hesitation. After finding a relatively comfortable position, he muttered something indistinctly and quickly fell asleep.
Warm breath sprayed on his chest, and Nemo knew it wasn't camouflaged calm. This time he confidently dipped his fingers into the soft light brown hair and lowered his head to sniff the scent in the other person's hair. The other party's weight and body temperature were very real, and he was suddenly in a trance.
Nemo couldn't fall asleep.
The night became darker, then slowly faded. The sparse birdsong sounded outside the window, and a new day was coming. The sofa was not big, and it was a little crowded for two people, but Oliver slept very calmly, and didn't even turn over.
The other person on the sofa has been watching him silently and softly, never taking his eyes away.
,Wonderful!
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