The closer you get to your destination, the faster the colorful landscape around you will fade away. The space is dissolving in a strange way, the edges like the edges of moldy rotten rags. The sound also began to blur, as if through a thick wall. They can no longer discern valid information from the broken image and can only concentrate on moving forward.

The feeling is very wonderful, the front foot is still on the soft thick grass, and the back foot may step on the hard stone brick. When approaching the source of the nightmare, the surroundings had become very quiet, so quiet that only the breathing and footsteps of the two of them remained in the entire space.

So the sound of crystal shattering is extraordinarily loud.

The robes of the Abyss Church are simple, and Nemo put the crystal pieces that Virgil had distributed in the only pocket. Even though Oliver was standing beside him, there was Ann outside to meet him. Cognitive distraction had no effect on Nemo, who carefully clocked in—it was definitely not the next day's sunrise. In order to prevent exposure, according to reason, security should not take the initiative to contact.

The crystal is not a communication crystal. Once the contact starts, no one will decide whether to accept it or not.

"I know this is inappropriate, sorry." Along with the crackling of the crystal, the voice of the female warrior came from the crystal, and the speed was so fast that they could barely hear it content. "The troops of other surface religions will intervene. Be careful, don't meddle in too much business - if the momentum is not right, retreat to me immediately. They want to find a leak, not only this church, but all the surrounding areas will be blocked..."

Before she could finish speaking, the crystal still cracked into pieces.

There is only one crystal piece left in Nemo's possession, and there are three pieces on Fergil, which cannot be borrowed in a short time. The two held their breath and stared at the only piece left—

But Ann did not communicate again.

"She should be thinking of saving as a last resort." Oliver said, "Don't worry."

"I know." Nemo let go of Oliver's hand, "We have to get things done as soon as possible and get out of here." What, the armies of other religions are definitely number one.

"Better way... What are you going to do?" Oliver clenched the sword in his hand, "Is there anything I need to do?"

"Yes." Nemo thought quickly about the details of the plan, "We'll split up in a moment. You take those two people out of here, to reconcile with Ann, and as far as possible from the Church of Silent. I Go... uh," he froze for a few seconds, trying to find a more moderate expression. "I'm going to deal with Colestoro's body."

"Okay." Oliver nodded decisively, "I only have one question, will you be in danger?"

Nemo wanted to give him a smile, but accidentally mixed a bit of bitterness in it. Of course he is not in danger, he is most likely the greatest "danger" in the world itself. "No," he replied softly, "I promise."

"One person to protect them... It seems that I can finally get rid of this thing." Seemingly aware of the bitterness in Nemo's smile, Oliver patted his helmet twice. His voice sounded cheerful and relaxed, with the usual optimism. "It's a good thing."

Minutes later, they finally saw the source of the nightmare.

The sleeping demon was entwined with many rune chains that shone with dim light. They came from all directions of this space, and the ends were hidden in the darkness, which firmly fixed him in the sarcophagus.

Fergil was half-kneeling beside the sarcophagus, the burden that was originally on his back was thrown aside at will, and the two huge bones of his hands were exposed. The brushes were scattered all over the place, and his preparations were obviously completed - countless black circles were hovering above the sarcophagus, and they had not had time to fall. He stared intently at the man in the sarcophagus, unaware of the approach of the two.

Duran Fergil had a hunch that he would succeed this time.

And he didn't know if he should be happy about it. He has been working hard for this day since he woke up alone in the forest more than 600 years ago. And when the day finally came, he began to hesitate. Even if he sleeps, he will not let the pain go away, and what he wants to achieve is not his own imagination, but the other party's real wish. This is the most reasonable and most reasonable. As the years passed, Fergil believed he was ready.

But he didn't.

The black circle floats in the air, like a crow hovering near the carrion. Fergil stretched out his right hand, twisted the long white hair that was scattered about the other party, and put it on his lips to kiss.

"This is the last time I'll see you, Colesi." He whispered, as if afraid of waking the people in the coffin. "It would be great if the afterlife really existed. Then I could make you wait for me... just wait for me for a while. In fact, I have been..."

"Forget it." His voice was even lower, "You know what? Now I'm better at drawing than you."

Fergil suddenly felt exhausted like never before, and the long journey was coming to an end - just like after the revelry, people began to tear down the makeshift stage. The music completely dissipated, and the fine set was reduced to rags and wood chips. This is the already doomed ending.

The erosion rune he created will quickly destroy the human body in the sarcophagus. After the demon's human body is destroyed, it will take some time for consciousness to return to the original body. Before Corlestoro's consciousness returned to its original body, he could ensure that this "church" would also be destroyed by the erosion spell.

Fergil has studied for hundreds of years, and he knows the strength of erosion. It would invade virally along the fissures of the law, killing the part beyond the abyss. And during that time—the brief time in which consciousness has nothing to rely on, there will be no more pain.

The lethal circle is getting lower and lower. The lone exorcist leaned down and kissed the demon's forehead. "Good night."

But the erosion rune did not fall.

Fergil, the creator, could feel that it was completely destroyed by an external force in an instant. Virgil raised his head abruptly—the eccentric demon believer was standing a few steps away, and the silent knight he controlled was following him... no, that was not the silent knight. The head of the tumbleweed, the gentle and innocuous-looking Oliver Ramon, was standing with him.

Fergil didn't sense the breath of the two at all, and he didn't even have time to hide the distortion behind him.

Nemo's hand that wasn't holding the staff kept a spellcasting gesture.

Fergil quickly took two steps back, subconsciously added a protective circle to the demon in the sarcophagus, and then unreservedly exuded hostility. The two hand bones behind him danced like normal hands, and circles of black attack spells were ready to go.

"What do you want?" Since the other party can reach here with his own strength, Vergil does not intend to ask more nonsense.

"Price increase." Oliver said cheerfully, raising his eyebrows at Nemo.

"That's right." Nemo was a little infected by Oliver's smile. When his words came out again, the preoccupied taste was not so strong. "Additional services, just add a gold coin."

Fergil sneered twice, without showing any slack. Nemo was not surprised by this, he took the first two steps and squeezed the chains that bound Colestoro.

"That's the seal of Aurore." Virgil's voice sounded hoarse, "You'd better take your hands away. I don't know who you are, but it will—"

The light went out like a firework, and after just a few seconds, there was not even a single bit of residue left in the dimly lit space—like Nemo crushed only the soft snow sculptures piled up by snowflakes. The fragmentation was perfectly isolated inside this space, and there was not even a trace of energy fluctuations leaking out.

"You..." Fergil forgot the danger at this moment and rushed back to the sarcophagus.

No one knows everything about demons better than he. Now it seems that he was unable to detect the other party's aura before, definitely not because the "devil believer" was too weak, but because the other party was too powerful. Not to mention the Church of the Abyss and other superior demons with whom the seal has not been successfully lifted for hundreds of years, Nemo Wright is obviously stronger than the person who imposed the seal - which means that his strength is the same as that of the rumored ancient demon Ou. Above Rory.

Being able to do this, apart from another superior demon at the peak of strength, there is no other possibility.

If Nemo Wright is at this level, then his lover…

Fergil was horrified for a moment.

"I will explain to you slowly on the way." As if aware of the other party's sight, Oliver walked directly to the sarcophagus. "Our time is limited, and you are a trustworthy person, aren't you? Take Mr. Colestoro with you, and I will **** you out."

Vergil did not move.

Their client doesn't look as tense as before. I don't know if it's because of their attitude or because they perceive the gap in strength and believe that resistance is useless. But it didn't matter, Nemo twitched the corners of his mouth weakly. "I know that the unfinished contract will bind Mr. Colestoro to the body. You don't have to worry, I will solve this problem - Ollie, please leave the rest to you, I will come back when I go."

"Remember to notify Dylan and Mr. Cross."

"Of course."

"You still have a crystal over there, and Ann and I will contact you when we meet." As if insisting on reassuring Nemo, Oliver still had a smile on his face. "Seriously, Mr. Vergil. I can knock you two out and drag them out together—let's save some trouble, okay?"

Fergil didn't seem to react until he successfully lifted Colestoro out of the sarcophagus. The demon's head drooped weakly, and the nightmares around him began to dissipate like smoke and dust. Vergil stood there for a few seconds, trying to digest reality. In the end, there was a little fire in his eyes.

"We can leave," he said hoarsely, his voice quivering a little.

"As long as you lead the way," Oliver shrugged, "We have taken over your mission, and we will definitely be responsible to the end."

"The monitoring of the breath of the abyss has disappeared." Nemo stretched out his hand, "Give me the pendant, Ollie."

"I want to stay a little longer," Oliver said with a little dissatisfaction. "It's quite romantic to have an engraving."

"Don't be kidding, just in case you meet people from other surface religions..."

"I know." Oliver made a reluctant look and threw the gold pendant at Nemo, who caught it firmly. "Just wait and see, I will never take back what I gave you—"

"Oh, the engraving is gone, I can feel it." He gave Nemo a big smile. "See you later."

Nemo has always loved Oliver's smiling eyes. Even in the most desperate moments, the hope inside never completely dissipated. Oliver Ramon's smile always carries a kind of happiness that is unique to ordinary people, a kind of pure carefreeness. It always made Nemo feel that his feet were still on the ground, and that he was not alone on the ice field. Part of him was firmly anchored in that distant border town by this smile, and he could always feel the simple and ordinary warmth in his memories.

But this was the last time he saw Oliver with such a smile.

Many years later, Nemo will still think of this moment - at this moment they firmly believe that this is just a very ordinary short-term goodbye. For some reason, they both had an inexplicable confidence that they would soon be reunited with each other, like every separation in their previous adventures.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful he is, he can't really turn back time.

If he could, he would never let go of the opponent's hand at this time. Even with everyone around, no matter how complicated the plan would be. He won't let go - he shouldn't let go.

But right now, he doesn't know anything about it.

Nemo doesn't intend to make any more useless disguise of strength. He determined the coordinates he marked, and cut the space directly to reveal the gorgeous prison on the other side of the space.

"See you later." Nemo turned his head and tried to smile back.

He doesn't like to break things, and Nemo prefers to tinker with it. When he was in Lubiao Town before, even if the small cooking pot was burned and leaked, he would try his best to fix it. And now he was definitely thinking of destruction. Destroy this church, destroy this crack of law—

Finally breaking the incomplete contract.

He stood in the so-called watertight cell and pinched a biscuit. Nemo could sense that Hagen Ingram was approaching here. According to her speed, the abyss bishop would arrive here in ten minutes. No matter what her plans are, negotiate with him or confuse him, sacrifice him...

Nimo took a silent bite of the biscuit.

He must be a sacrifice.

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