A while ago, the exterior of the Church of Silence.

Oliver stood alertly in front of Fergil and Colestoro. After realizing the abnormality of Silent Church, Orori only stayed in place for a few minutes before moving on. It seems that the hidden magic circle is very successful, or the other party noticed something, but decided to ignore them.

The color of the armor is so similar to the color of the great sword, from a distance, Orori's right arm seems to have grown a strange growth.

He just followed the agreement and tried his best to use the seal to reduce the pain of Colestoro. But now that Corlestoro has been taken out of the church by them, Orori has no need to move on.

"Should we inform that...?" He turned tentatively to Vergil.

"He knows." Vergil shook his head, his voice dry. "Even I can feel it—the cracks in the law are open, and Colesi's body is falling back into the abyss. If he only had this purpose, he would never move on."

But O'Lori not only did not leave, but even made a posture of preparing for battle.

"Did he have any affair with the Church of the Abyss?" Oliver knew very little about the eccentric superior demon killer.

"I can't guess what that lord is thinking." Vergil just looked at the person in his arms, his tone was still a little wary, but much more relaxed. "Even among the superior demons, Orori is the one with the most eccentric temper... Personally, I am very grateful for everything he has done for Colesi, but I advise you not to interfere casually."

"But if you leave it alone..."

"If O'Lore just acts on common sense, it is the best way to unite with other surface religions. But I assure you, whether it is you, me, or other people in the surface church, if you rashly act Approach, only to be killed." Virgil stroked Colestoro's long hair.

"He is the first high-level demon recorded to appear on the surface of the earth. I have studied his intelligence for a while, and in recent years, O'Lori's power has been weakening... In this case, he insisted on provoking Fighting, he must have his own ideas."

The church sank by about a fifth. Countless black smoke appeared out of thin air, and then solidified into an army. The open space in front of the church became crowded in an instant, and the silent knights drew their bone swords and rushed towards Orori, who was alone in front of him. The silent knight's movements were almost silent, which made the atmosphere of this **** battle even more bizarre - only the sticky sound of flesh being split, no grunts, no screams.

O'Lori wields the great sword, and each action will inevitably take several lives. His movements were ruthless and accurate, the trajectory of the big sword swept through the space, and the black spell was thrown out. The wind wrapped around the blade, making a screeching sound of silk being torn, and ripped open the Silence Knight's hard black helmet. Blood and entrails hit the ground, crawling all over Orori's breastplate, and the latter was unmoved—as if he wasn't slashing flesh and blood, but some succulent plant.

Even if Vergil claims that this is not the pinnacle of Aurore, the momentum is still very terrifying. If it is said that Nemo's sense of oppression is like being buried deep in the soil, it gives people the illusion of being pinched to death. Oreo's is more like a thorn full of skin, bringing clamminess and stinging deep into the bone marrow.

He only needs a glance to be sure that he is not O'Lori's opponent now.

Oliver suddenly felt strangely familiar, the ancient demon's indifference was not due to contempt or arrogance. Aurora's aura was relaxed and casual. Like the gardener hired by the hotel before, he skillfully sprayed the liquid to remove the pests in the garden, and the dying bugs fell on the soil and twitched.

But gardeners will not feel sad or refreshed because of this situation, like O'Lori now.

Up to now, Vergil should not provide false information to deliberately mislead him. That means that Aurora is not a person who can communicate normally at the root, and this type is the most dangerous.

Oliver added a few more hidden magic circles around him, instinctively lowering his center of gravity. The center of the battlefield is not far away, and it is not a good idea to rush to find Anke now. The timing of the action is very clear - when the troops of other surface religions appear, he can take people to escape while the three sides are fighting. If he guessed correctly, in the absence of means of communication, everyone would head to the same place.

Their initial camp. Far enough and safe enough.

Oliver adjusted his breathing and stared at the sinking church. Even though he knew in his heart that Nemo would be fine, he couldn't help but clench his heart with worry. Nemo had been in a bad mood during the time before their separation, and Oliver could sense the pain that was undercurrent in the calm.

If it wasn't for the circumstances, he really didn't want the other party to face this alone.

Colestoro, who was in a drowsiness, suddenly let out a groan, and Vergil, who was hugging him easily, also fell to the ground with his knees. Oliver's scalp exploded, and he rushed over at the fastest speed: "What's going on?"

"It's all right," Vergil said reluctantly, his knees pressed against the soft mud. "We're just weakening... Mr. Wright is probably breaking the connection between flesh and body. But this..." Even if Colestoro's contract is incomplete, disconnecting it is by no means easy. That means that Nemo Wright is not only stronger than O'Lorrie, but also has an amazingly profound understanding of the origin of magic.

On the surface at least, such a superior demon has never been recorded.

"Mr. Ramon." Virgil breathed for a moment and lowered his voice. "O'Lorrie may have gone for Mr. Wright."

Originally, Virgil believed that Nemo Wright could lift the seal, and to some extent took advantage of the weakening of O'Rouree's power. But now he's not sure, if he's stronger than Orori in his heyday...that's powerful enough to disrupt order on the surface.

Oliver's movements suddenly stiffened, and he frowned. Fergil thought he would rush to support his lover, but the young leader of Tumbleweed took a few deep breaths: "Your strength is weakening... Can you still fight now?"

"I'm afraid not much better than an ordinary person." Vergil shook his head. "But you don't need to pay too much attention, the hidden circle can still hold up, if you need to go to Mr. Wright-"

"I promised him." Oliver's voice was a little dry, "Nimo doesn't like conflict, even if he runs into O'Lore, he can definitely escape with his strength - I promised him to take care of you. , send you out safely."

He made a promise, Oliver believed that he could not leave the lost client in place, and went to Nemo's side to show his "worries".

"We're leaving now." Oliver glanced at the huge bone hand behind Fergil, and as Fergil's strength weakened, he could feel the strong demonic aura himself. "If your power is weakened to this point, we have to go before the armies of other religions arrive. It is better to be discovered by the Church of the Abyss than by them."

Fergil stared at Oliver with complex eyes, was silent for a long time, and nodded. He carried Colestoro behind his back, signaling that he was ready.

Oliver propped up the shield and rushed out of the hidden circle.

The beginning was smooth, thanks to the superior demon breath leaked by the two people, there was no guardian demon to come to them. They zip through the dead woods, Oliver rushing to the destination he remembers clearly, leaving the **** smell of the battlefield behind him.

Until a burst of white light swept the ground beneath her feet, the ground trembled.

Too bad.

Several screams came from not far away. Vergil paused for a moment, coughing out a mouthful of blood. Oliver raised his sword of rest and looked around vigilantly. No problem, he repeated desperately to himself, they were so close to their destination that they could even see the emerald green on the edge of the dead place. It's far from the center of the battlefield, and other religions wouldn't put their troops into such a place—

His judgment was right, there was indeed only one team wandering here. But that was not the knight of judgment he was familiar with.

They hold blue and white flags, and their cloaks are a clean, pure dark blue. Several of them were half-kneeling on the ground, inserting their broad swords deeply into the soil. Wave after wave of white waves rose along the surface, like ripples on a lake.

"Willard's Mooney." Vergil whispered, firmly propping up a disguise charm. "This is the junction of the three countries, and they won't let the Rad Sect take advantage of it alone."

"Features?" Oliver held his breath, hiding behind the charred tree trunk. On the tree trunk above his head, several surveillance insects crawled slowly, almost blending into the dark branches.

"They are good at guarding and restraining." Fergil's movements are still neat, "It's different from the trial knights who focus on attacking. This group of people is sticky like gum, it is difficult to get rid of, it is best not to They fight."

During the conversation, a demon believer was discovered not far away. One of the knights had a solemn face, raised his hand and threw out a few pieces of silver shiny metal. They cling to the struggling devotee like maggots on the tarsus, and arcs of blue light flicker around him. In a few seconds he disappeared, leaving only the solitary demon - the next second it was pinned to the mud by the broadsword.

"What is that?" Oliver moved his lips.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before." Fergil's expression was serious, "Mounis are much more exclusive than Rudds, and their information is difficult to obtain."

Obviously only a little bit, Oliver could even smell the fresh smell of fresh grass not far away. If only he was alone, it would be safe to say that, considering the demon warlock who had lost his combat power, it would be safest to hide quietly. It's a pity that they hid rigidly for nearly half an hour, and the team of knights had no intention of moving at all.

They are on the defensive, so the situation is too passive.

"I'll shoot in a moment." Oliver whispered, "I'll create a burst with maximum force. It may be a little uncomfortable for you, but it can temporarily push back the group. Eph. Mr. Gill, you should recognize where we are camping. They seem to be on guard and won't be chasing you."

"How about you?"

"I'll catch up later, they can't hold me."

“…Thank you.” Fergil lowered his head solemnly.

Oliver grinned at him. He didn't hesitate any longer, and pointed the sword of rest directly to the sky.

This time he didn't hold back.

That power left a path alone, and Fergil charged straight towards the gap with Colestolo on his back.

"It's a demon warlock!" a knight shouted, but most of them were pinned to the spot by the power of the cold air, unable to move forward even a step.

However, a few were still able to move. They rushed towards the fleeing Virgil, the magic circle suddenly spread out, and the broad sword slammed down on the two of them.

Then was blocked by the slender bone sword.

Oliver put the helmet back on his head, hiding his face. He swung the sword of rest, exuding fighting intent without reservation, firmly blocking the crowd to one side. This "Silent Knight" who did not use abyss magic caused the knights of Mooney to fall into temporary chaos, but the chaos did not last long.

"It's a Raddite move!" cried the knight closest to Oliver, "What the **** is this?"

Oliver closed his mouth tightly in his helmet, every nerve tense. Countless pieces of silvery metal flew towards him, all of which were shot down to the ground by him.

"You are not a silent knight." The knight headed by the enemy hissed after a spark of weapon collision. "No matter who you are, we officially warn you - please stop. You are sheltering the demon warlock, and according to the surface agreement, you will be sentenced to 'no war'."

Oliver did not answer.

The devil's breath has not disappeared. He had to drag on a little longer, and Vergil had to flee further.

Oliver drew the Sword of Rest in a semi-circle in front of him, and the pure and majestic force repelled the three knights rushing up. He didn't think carefully, and the knowledge that Adrian Cross had taught him became instinctive at this moment. The broad sword of the opposite knight was smashed to and fro, and even cracks appeared. And his free hand kept painting the magic circle, blocking all the restraining props and magic attacks that came.

The battle-hardened knights naturally knew that this was deliberate, whether it was out of kindness or sarcasm. This is a desperate strength suppression.

On the charred branches, the surveillance bugs quietly flew up, like a few pieces of ashes that occasionally drifted by. They got close to the mud, and together they picked up a piece of metal that shimmered in blue, and then disappeared into the air.

"Defend first." Seeing that the long-term struggle had no effect, the Knights of Mooney decided to switch strategies. "Tack him with the drift net!"

Although he didn't know what the "Drift Net" was, Oliver instantly found that the opponent's offensive had weakened. Now that Virgil's breath was too far to detect, he simply turned around and ran away.

Then he guessed the meaning of the drift net.

The two knights followed him not far and near, sticking like spider silk to death, and difficult to shake off. He didn't want to actually kill them, just circled as hard as he could and shot down the piecemeal harassing attacks. As time passed, Oliver's speed became faster and stronger, and he did not show any fatigue or omission.

I don't know how long it took, the knights of Mooney seemed to realize that they couldn't take advantage. retreat decisively.

After making sure that no one was following him, Oliver finally ran to his destination with confidence. Mr. Cross and Dylan weren't there, but Ann did arrive early to set up camp. The female warrior was taking care of their client, and for some reason, her expression was not very good-looking.

Seeing Oliver coming back, Vergil struggled to stand up and bowed solemnly. He took out a gold coin from his pocket and placed it in Oliver's palm solemnly. "I know it's not enough." Vergil said in a deep voice, "If you need any help..."

"You're too polite, this is a deal, just follow the guild's rules." Oliver twitched the corners of his mouth, put the gold coins in his pocket, and turned his eyes to the extra bird next to him—the one The weird one-legged bird flapped its wings beside Vergil and was making an unpleasant scream. Oliver looked at the bird carefully for a moment, only to feel that all the hairs on his arms stood up.

Fergil frowned: "…Are you sure nothing is following you?"

"No." Oliver shook his head, still staring at the bird. "Why do you say that-"

His fingertips flashed blue arcs. Oliver was startled and looked down at his hands. An Gang took the crystal sheet out of her pocket, she opened her mouth slightly, and seemed to want to say something—

The world in front of Oliver changed instantly, and the discomfort unique to teleportation hit him instantly.

He didn't even have time to think.

(m..=)