At that moment, Nemo seemed to swallow a block of ice. Its edges slid down his esophagus, the freezing temperature triggering a series of unstoppable convulsions. Nemo was a little nauseous, but he steadied, forcing himself to keep peeping.

No, there are differences. This demon did not struggle as painfully as the original Pandora. But because the law is not something that exists in the physical sense, the rancid smell is only exposed a little, and it is not very strong.

Except for the extremely weak multiple heartbeats, it is indistinguishable from a corpse.

Nemo can estimate that the power of this demon in its heyday is not strong, at most it is a little stronger than Pandora. And now it's running out of fuel—it's not even breathing.

He now recognizes the thing.

This is a dying cliff leopard. They live in the middle and upper layers of the abyss, have a very narrow hunting area, and sleep most of the time. They live longer in dreams than in reality. Racial strength is one of the most horrific among higher-level demons—but these lazy and reclusive creatures don't care. The racial characteristics of the Cliff Nightmare Leopard are very similar to that of Pandora, who do not like disputes and are relatively pacifists in the abyss.

Nemo carefully probed its physical condition, and the reality in front of him added to the cold feeling in his stomach. It's not saved, even now he can't save it. Its organs have withered, and most of it is dead. If it could have been saved hundreds of years earlier, but now its death process has begun and cannot be reversed.

It will survive for decades in this horrific pain, and then die completely. This Nightmare Leopard was absolutely aware of this, its consciousness was not in its body. It's just like…

Wait.

If he changed himself. Nemo thought subconsciously, since he has to endure this kind of torture when he is awake, if he is the Nightmare Leopard, then there is only one best choice—if he cannot die quickly, then he will separate his consciousness from this body, and then rely on external force to let it go. Consciousness fell asleep.

“…Baggarmoru, let’s go,” Nemo murmured. Hope that reality is not what he guessed, he prayed slightly bitterly.

"Huh?" The grey parrot stopped pecking at the biscuit. "Walk?"

"First, we have to find a way to get rid of those sacrifices." Nemo's voice was a little unstable, "Second... It seems that the underground tomb, I really need to go to a trip."

"What are you talking about in your sleep—uh, sorry. But you see, the circle in this room is pretty solid. It doesn't respond to my attacks at all, even if you're whole..."

"No." Nemo raised his hand, his face solemn. "All 'impossibles' have a 'limit' as a premise."

He stretched out his slender fingers and drew a few lines in the air. This time, without Oliver's assistance, the space cracked open, revealing a gap large enough for one person to pass through. On the other side of the gap is a simple room, with all kinds of sundries piled on the regular wooden shelves.

"I'm going to steal a piece of clothes first." Nemo spoke quickly, "Illusion is a waste of attention, and I'm not very proficient - can you cover yourself with illusion?"

"...if I meet a demon warlock, I'll definitely be seen through!"

Nemo looked around the room and finally found a tin barrel-shaped biscuit tin on top of the cabinet. He stood on tiptoe, hooked it off with a cane, and poured all the biscuits inside on the tea table.

"Come in," he said solemnly, pointing to the empty jar. "I'll cover—at least I can cover our breath."

Grey parrot stared at him furiously for a few seconds, then took a few seconds to collapse like a gasp, and squeezed honestly into the cookie jar. Nemo took the cookie jar in his arms and drilled through the crack in the space.

The messy decorations on the grey parrot clacked against the wall of the jar, and it really looked like a tin of cookies.

There is a small warehouse for storing sundries at the end of the crack, and there is no security. The robes of the believers in the church are folded into a regular square, and the masks of the same style are buttoned into a tight pile, all neatly stacked on the wooden frame against the wall. Nimorious took off his gray-black robe and quickly changed into a believer's robe. After carefully smoothing out the unnatural wrinkles on the robe, he tied his hair into a short ponytail again, and took the mask and put it on his face.

The small warehouse is on the ground, and you can see the bright afternoon sun when you go out.

Nemo had a general perception, Fergil had returned to their room, and no one was embarrassed by it. It seems that his speculation is correct - at present, in the eyes of the Abyss Church, Fergil is just a "devil believer who serves the superior demons". The superior demons always act freely, and it is common for them to disappear for ten days and a half months without any reason, so there is no need for believers to deal with them specially.

It's still early, so you can collect some information first. At the next sunrise, he'd have to ask Oliver for help - at least he couldn't get people out "inconspicuously" and "safely" on his own. The space gap he created is too tough, and only people with high enough magic power can pass through alive. Nemo doesn't think those human sacrifices have this qualification.

Nimo's arms around the staff and cookie jar tightened.

I don't know why, at this moment, he especially wanted to have a word with Oliver - anything will do.

He wants to hug him and then whine. After this incident, he may have to increase the frequency of the two of them fighting... and when he has relatively certain evidence, he must be the first to tell Oliver.

Oliver promised Adrian Close that way.

I will not lie to you, ever. Nemo glanced in the direction of the sun, but his eyes no longer felt the slightest tingling from the strong light.

…hope you will still be with me.

Nemo took a long breath, lowered his head, and continued to walk towards the central area of ​​the church.

And his support happened to be there.

"We have to find a place where the guards are weak." Adrian looked at the stone steps covered with corpses on both sides. At this moment, the monk's uniform on his body is full of gaps and purple-black blood stains, and his face is covered with dust, which makes him look uncommonly embarrassed. "Think of a way to get in first-"

"Why?" Jesse asked rhetorically, he didn't look much better than Adrian, his long blond hair was messy. "It's better to enter directly through the gate."

The knight commander stabbed the other party from head to toe with a look of "are you crazy?", then silently pointed to the two rows of corpses, and then pointed to the monk's uniform on his body.

"But along the way, you see, we've met all kinds of guardian demons!" Jesse exclaimed, "I don't want to move!"

"So you want to kill yourself." Adrian concluded calmly.

"Don't underestimate me, dear." Jessie wagged her fingers, digging hard with her other hand in her pocket. "I got a lot of good stuff from my old club. These two rows of... um, stuff, it's mainly by smell, right?"

"It's not just about getting some demon flesh on your body." Adrian frowned, "They only judge two things—the demon flesh that melts into the body, or the demon contract. And we don't have either. ."

When he said this, his eyes were fixed on the beautiful blond young man, but the other party did not show any unnatural mood.

"Oh, I found it!" Jesse held up a sealed black vial like a gift. "Good thing for camouflaging breath—ahem, don't look at me like that, you don't want to know what it's made of."

Adrian narrowed his dark brown eyes, he had never heard of such a thing on the market.

"It's just a gadget." Jesse seemed to read his mind and shrugged generously. "After all, the noble judge knights have always fought head-on, and they won't play this way."

After all, he bit off the cork and poured the contents of the vial directly into his mouth.

The knight commander looked at the vial with the entire mouth of the bottle stuffed into the opponent's mouth in disgust, he took a step closer, and naturally reached out to take the bottle.

But Jesse didn't hand him the bottle.

The blond youth directly grabbed the front of the black monk's uniform and kissed the other's lips. Adrian's first reaction was to break free, and by the way, he punched the opponent unceremoniously at the same time - but Jesse raised his free hand unpredictably and directly grabbed his raised wrist. The power is amazing. Rao was unable to break free for a while due to the strong physique that the trial knight commander had trained for many years.

At the same time, a liquid with an indescribable taste was passed over by the other party with his tongue.

Adrian frowned. After swallowing a mouthful of the astringent and sweet liquid, he gritted his teeth without hesitation. And Jesse let go of him at exactly the same time, took a step back by the way, and held his tongue very successfully.

"Don't be angry." The blond young man wiped his lips and said lightly. "It's very perishable, it's not meant to be exposed - I can't help it. You see, we're even. This stuff is worth a lot of money, and I'm doing it for the team." He stuffed the empty bottle back into his pocket. , sighing again and again. "It's short lived, how about we go ahead, Mr. Advisor?"

Adrian took a deep breath, gave Jesse Dylan a cold look, and lifted his foot up the stone steps.

The two rows of corpses hung silently, as if there was no reaction at all like real corpses. Strange, he hesitated for a few seconds. In his impression, even if they disguised their breath, these things shouldn't react like this...

The former knight commander glanced at the blond youth who was following behind, and decided not to bother about this detail.

And Jesse Dillon was thinking about something else for a second—

The cheap wine-marinated currant sauce didn't taste very good, and Jessie squeezed the empty black bottle in her pocket, a little dissatisfied. If I knew it earlier, I would have chosen something that tasted better. He glanced at the corpses on both sides again, they were very aware of current affairs, and they were honestly motionless.

The two soon arrived at the door of the Abyss Church.

"Should you cover your face dear?" Jesse said sweetly, "You're famous, aren't you?"

Adrian ignored him. The spiritual sacrifice was still in effect, and he simply drew a few magic circles to completely hide his figure. In an instant, only the blond young man was left.

"Are you using such a high-cost high-level illusion? ... Well, you are angry first." Jesse lowered his head pitifully, but his hands were not polite. He pushed open the door full of eyes and entered the nave of the Church of Silence in a dignified manner.

"It's you who needs to cover your face." Adrian hesitated for a moment, but still whispered. "Only demon warlocks and higher-level demons will show their faces here."

"I think my face is pretty good." Jesse whispered back confidently, "What a pity to cover it up, right?"

Adrian did not respond to him this time.

The demon warlock with only the mouth was still standing in front of the stage, it was noon, and there was no half figure under the stage. But he still spoke to the air, his tone soft and full of emotion—as if there were full of believers.

"That's a demon sorcerer, best not to attract his attention." Adrian whispered coldly. "Let's go to Mr. Wright."

"Look? How to find, knock on the door one by one and ask? You are so direct and cute." Jesse licked his ears, then waved his arms, and gave the demon warlock on the stage a high-spirited hit call. "It's that side that needs to reduce its presence - why don't we get ahead and wait for Mr. Wright to come to us."

"In case he doesn't notice..."

"No." Jesse gave a wide smile, "He'll definitely notice."

The demon warlock who preached on the stage politely returned a salute. Jesse picked a chair at random and sat on it without any formality, with Erlang's legs crossed high.

"What is the origin of magic? We have reason to believe that the abyss is the origin of magic. The superior demon provides flesh and blood, and the demon warlock can use surface magic and abyss magic at the same time. But the 'gatekeeper' Experimental records have shown that the reverse is not feasible." He paused, and his mouth-only face turned in Jesse's direction. The blond young man was resting his elbows on his knees, his right hand resting on his cheeks, with a cynical smile on his face.

The new visitor was calm and did not seem surprised by the content of his sermon.

"This is not a difference in power." The demon warlock continued his speech, "It is enough to prove that there is still a residual abyss magic circuit in the human body. But they abandoned it and turned to a new magic system. Of course. , it was a choice of free will. But what did they do next? They went back to the bottom of the abyss, plundered our original gods, and suppressed our former brothers. To monopolize this—what's your problem?"

Jesse remained in the awkward sitting position, except that he raised his left hand.

"Just a little question, my dear friend." He raised his unblemished face.

"Why do you humans... oh sorry, it's you and humans who like to take yourselves so seriously?"

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