This is a real provocation.

Also throw a blank eye. Jesse Dillon will not be put on a pyre or hanged by a noose smeared with corpse oil.

But this is not a bustling pub, nor is it a street where people come and go at dusk. This is the nave of the main church of the Abyss Church.

Adri stood quietly and quietly beside Jesse, he lowered his center of gravity slightly, like a leopard waiting to attack. The Demon Warlock behind the preaching table was silent for a few seconds, and a few tentacles protruded from his cuffs, pointing in the direction of the blond youth. The front end of the translucent tentacles gradually turned black, like the eyes of a snail.

"Please continue." The Demon Warlock's tone was still polite, but obviously colder. "I'm sorry I can't understand your point of view."

As a preacher, this response is qualified. But Adrian didn't intend to let his guard down. He stared at the swaying tentacles and clenched the metal longbow in his hand.

Jesse gave a long "oh", and the smile in his tone became a little heavier: "According to what you just said, you seem to be quite sure of your enemy... Well, human, You have turned your back on your gods."

"You are right." The Demon Warlock replied, the tentacles extending from his cuffs moved slowly. "I was a human too, and I was blinded by religions of all kinds. Demons are evil and need to be cast out. The concept has taken hold in people's minds, and the opposite of demons is the gods - who decides all this? Few people will seek the truth."

"Do you think that what you see is the 'truth' after thinking one step more than others?" The blond young man sneered, and Adrian could hear the clear irony. "Rather, you hope that's the truth - I've read your teachings, daemon... oh sorry, your gods are all in the image of the victim. Betrayed and killed, but silent. How 'merciful' and' Great' sacrifice."

"Since you know it, you should know it well. It is a miracle of life, and the surface creatures, especially humans, are feeding themselves with the remnants of this miracle. They consciously isolate the demons , and crowd out us who are trying to grow with the devil. Evil? We are just climbing up according to the laws of nature, working to overthrow this unnatural..."

"That's what I'm trying to say." Jesse interrupted unceremoniously, "Do you think you are important?"

Adrian frowned slightly.

Over the years in the battlefield, he has confidence in his own vision. That's why he doesn't take Jesse Dillon's love **** seriously - the man is full of lies and the smile on his face barely reaches his eyes. The beautiful words on the mouth are a set of sets, and after they are peeled off, they are full of banter and indifference. He was no longer a teenager in his early ten years. As a warrior who had seen enough blood and fire, it was impossible for him to be confused by that beautiful face.

He was suspicious and wary of every word that came out of Jesse Dillon's mouth.

But now Dylan's momentum has changed. The casual air on the surface was still there, but Adrian suddenly had a feeling that Dylan's words now did carry a little serious meaning.

"Of course, it's a bit rude to say that, after all, it's not just you who have this problem. I'll avoid it, considering that human beings have the most religions - human belief, human love and dedication, and always have the so-called The omniscient and omnipotent 'god' is extremely important. And the virtues of human beings... Ha, 'virtue' always applies to gods, doesn't it? Even most human beings can't agree with the virtue standards of their own ethnic group more than a hundred years ago."

"And the appearance of the gods... well, I think, the Radishas are the appearance of wise and majestic old men. Unfortunately, Celestine, the **** of the forest, is a female elf. Image, Mansfield, the **** of fire, has the beard that all dwarves envy, and Demetrius, the **** of dragons, has the most noble golden scales."

"This just shows their superficiality and arrogance." The demon warlock said coldly, the tentacles stretched longer and longer, and the ends of the tentacles were only an arm's distance away from the blond youth. "Those are imaginary gods who never showed up. And our gods do exist—"

"Indeed, and it happens to be the 'closest' to you and the 'most favorable' for your actions." Jesse clapped her hands. "Is there a difference between you and other races from the point of view of being deeply 'loved by God'?"

"You are sophistry, and this is the inevitable result under the protection of my God."

"If you need all sheep to love you from the heart, honor you, and imagine you as a sheep when you shear sheep. Then go on thinking that way. Wool for gold, gold for gold Poetry. And can sheep really imagine human poetry?” The blond young man showed a perfect smile, “…Even if sheep disappear from this world one day, it’s enough to raise other livestock and grow more crops. Do you think What? At least that's what I thought."

Adrian suddenly felt a chill down his spine for no reason.

"If that's your argument, then you're in the wrong place." The Demon Warlock stepped out from behind the preaching table, a quirky smile on his one-mouthed face. "You should go to the 'Gatekeepers' for a long talk, they will welcome you."

The other party is not at all equal to the attitude of discussion, the Demon Warlock decided to take the shot first, and teach this ignorant madman a small lesson. However, the next moment he was horrified to find that his human body was completely immobile, and only the part mixed with the blood of the devil could still struggle.

He did not hesitate to activate the alarm circle on the preaching table. Meanwhile, the eyes sticking out of the cuffs stared straight at the dangerous uninvited guest - and then he watched his blue eyes turn gold.

As soon as the word "Charm" crossed his mind, his mind went blank.

When the silent knights guarding arrived, there was already a peaceful scene in the nave. Their preacher was still preaching calmly, while a handsome blond young man was sitting on a bench, listening intently.

"An accidental magic diffraction." The demon warlock behind the sermon table turned his face, "It's just a false alarm, don't mind."

"What is the source of magic? We have reason to think..." After that, he continued to speak earnestly.

Hagen Ingram was making the final arrangements in her own room when the alarm went off.

The alarm lasted for a very short time, and she carefully investigated it at the time, but did not find any hostile magic fluctuations. The Silence Knights can handle it, she thought, dragging out the huge boa constrictor suitcase with great care. The suitcase was carefully taken out by her, then lifted up by the spell, and landed firmly in the magic circle.

A series of small circles instantly floated above the suitcase, and as Hagen's fingers crossed, they burst like bubbles one by one. It seems to sense the disappearance of the restraint, and the things inside writhe wildly. They slammed the trunk lid open impatiently and spewed out of the window.

"Go," she said softly, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. "Help me record everything, sweet kids."

Nemo was on his way to the nave of the Church of Silence when the first watch bug flew out the window. After the short alarm sounded, he subconsciously shifted his attention to the nave—and then found a new visitor to the Church of the Abyss.

Not Oliver. He was frustrated for three or four seconds, and decided to take Jesse Dillon for the time being. No, it's not just Jesse - Adrian Cross's breath is with him, it must be some kind of illusion. Nemo glanced at the cookie jar in his arms, determined to find an opportunity to practice the illusion of the abyss.

Then he was startled by the swarms of surveillance bugs flying past the window.

It was very similar to the surveillance bug he had seen during the Black Badge test, with only one difference. The surveillance bug of the mercenary guild has a fat belly covered with stripes, and the part of the belly that should have been replaced by dark eyeballs. After withdrawing his gaze, Nemo immediately hurried his steps—in his documents, the rituals of the Church of the Abyss did not include this step.

Fortunately, the meeting with my teammates went very smoothly.

The sun is about to go down, and there are a few more wandering demon believers in the nave, and he is not dazzling. Nemo sat down next to Jesse, who apparently recognized his signature short ponytail at a glance.

"My dear... I'm sorry, Mr. Wright." Seeing Nemo snap his fingers, Jesse turned his words wisely. "Are you all right? Is there anything to gain?"

"Eurore will come early," Nemo whispered, even discreetly adding a confounding effect to the outside world. "They have to advance the sacrifice time."

“…do you remember what you came for?”

"So Mr. Vergil and I have to get things done as soon as possible." Nemo hesitated for a moment, not thinking it was the right time to discuss the truth about this church. "If I'm not mistaken, you're here because..."

"Because Duran Fergil doesn't know anything, my sweetheart Ed knows enough about this shit." Jesse spread her hands and glanced at the cookie jar in Nemo's arms. "The head of the regiment decided that we would follow up as support, in case something went wrong on your side - in a sense, I'm just a bonus, don't mind."

"It's just right." Nemo didn't struggle with this question, he simply responded neatly. "As is customary, they made a bunch of civilians as sacrifices. If I could... I'd like to get them out."

"Now? No, but I have to say—"

"Not now." Nemo sighed, "I have to move with Fergil, and I need someone to help me pay attention to the movement over there. Once they decide to use the sacrifice, you will notify me in time. That's good. Uh, try to delay it if necessary. If it's Mr. Cross—" He didn't mean to hide, and glanced directly at the position where the knight commander was standing. "There should be some way."

"You sound more and more like the captain." Jesse raised his eyebrows, "...but the captain will at least explain to us the whole picture of the plan."

Nimo was silent.

"I'll tell you," he said succinctly, "but not now."

"You can't do this! I don't like being hung up on my appetite." Jesse showed a terribly aggrieved look, while Adrian remained suspiciously silent. "Alas, if you'll give me the gentle shards for the regimental commander—"

"Aren't you a fortune teller?" Nemo glanced at the blond young man, "Guess it yourself."

"You're so cold," Jesse muttered.

"I have more important questions to ask than this." Nemo raised his eyes and looked at the statue of Ulysses again. He suppressed the convulsions in his stomach, forcibly ignored the constricted throat, and asked the question as calmly as possible.

"Considering your ability, Dylan, did you know my identity early on? If you have a definite answer, I want to know." He asked bluntly, "And if you If you really know about it, then you who insisted on joining... who are you?"

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