Stray

    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 Abyss Church is the most successful one. 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 humans who were 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 higher-level demons don't want their prepared bodies to be chased and killed every day. Although they have little interest in human religion, they do not hesitate to occasionally support them. two.

    The number of demon warlocks is not large, 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."

    "The abyss is indispensable for this kind of information." Adrian explained, "The higher-level demons prefer the 'butcher shop', and the powerful middle-level demons are very popular in the abyss church. According to Mr. Wright's previous It is said that Bagelmore's 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 make it It recovers."

    "Overall it's a bit of a brain." Jesse shrugged, "Aside from running away, it's a wise decision."

    "The main purpose is to seek intelligence, Nemo can take time to talk to the parrot at any time." Ann glanced at Nemo, who didn't seem to react. "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 visit the Church of the Abyss casually, can I only go as a demon warlock? But my look..."

    "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. "

    Nimo thought for a few seconds, then he solemnly extended his right hand, stared at it—then blushed.

    "...what are you doing?" Oliver found himself unable to concentrate on the task sheet, and couldn't help asking.

    "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 imitate." Oliver coughed a few times, "But... the Fuller goat is fine, okay?"

    Nemo withdraws 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, you can turn your eyes back into demons look like?"

    "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."

    Nimo pressed his temples, he didn't think he had changed anything remarkable. 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.

      "Lopez is also in this hotel!"

    Ann's face was as pale as paper. She gritted her teeth and stabbed a spear into the floor, but she still slid along 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 press...Sorry, Mr. Cross." Nemo was stunned for a few seconds by the sudden blood, and there was a little more panic in his tone. "Wait a minute, I'll think of a way-"

    Oliver dropped the 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 were scared back together with the momentum. 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 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 is not consciously manipulating it."

    If Mr. Wright wants to, he can 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—

    Fortunately, 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, he looked at Nemo, whose ears were completely red, with interest . "But I have to say that the effect is good. Although the 'distortion' is not obvious, it just looks like a demon warlock."

    At the same time, Godwin Lopez stopped his movements.

    For a moment, an unbelievably powerful aura rolled around 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 suddenly hummed violently at dawn.

    It was not 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 radius of dozens of miles, and even used the magic circle - but he found nothing.

     But Godwin 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?"

    "According to the mission abort, it is classified 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 too much evasion about Nemo Wright and Oliver Ramon. Don't let romance interfere with work, Debbie."

      necessary. Caleb Village is such a big place, and it is so remote that it is difficult to find even low-level demons.

    Then it has only one most likely source.

    "Nemo 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 the case of 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 currently no Evidence of this. 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 and spoke earnestly. "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."

    No hostile superior demon breath, interesting. Godwin narrowed his eyes slightly.

    Debbie looked relieved - their mage, despite being smart and powerful, was indeed 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...

    High-level demons have always been able to easily obtain the memory of the host, and Debbie seems to have never considered the possibility that her brother may 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 proof.

    "I will 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 added a few notes 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 the theme of "how to disguise normally without overturning teammates" for an afternoon, completely forgetting the task of 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.

    Nimo opened his eyes, fixedly staring at the ceiling in the dark. 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 dark, and Nemo almost exploded the aura of the superior demon again.

    "Hey." Oliver greeted softly, leaning on the edge of the sofa. "Daytime...sorry."

    "Sorry for what?"

    "Kissing you without permission."

    "Come on, you're not thirteen." Nemo rolled 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?"

    Nimo looked 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 inward. "There's room for two people in here."

    Oliver squeezed up like a kindness - he put one arm up naturally, his forehead pressed against Nemo's collarbone, and he moved without any hesitation. After finding a relatively comfortable position, he muttered something indistinctly and quickly fell asleep.

    The warm breath sprayed on his chest, and Nemo knew it wasn't fake 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 gets darker, then slowly fades. 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 looking away.

    (m..=)