The corridors of the test area are neat and clean. Instead, the attire of Della Lennion's body is more suitable for the combat zone - the sloppy middle-aged man rubbed his hair and yawned again. The thick carved metal door slammed shut behind him.

"Is there anything you want me to do?" he repeated vaguely.

Mora's clenched fists were concealed by the wide sleeves. Since leaving the village with Randy, she had forgotten how many people they had killed. Mora has long been accustomed to hiding in the shadows like a cat of prey, reaping lives calmly and swiftly. This breathless experience is almost new.

This is the superior demon they finally found, the third in fourteen years. She must be careful not to make the other party feel unhappy. After confirming that no one was around, the female killer carefully lifted the disguise.

"Lord Deralain." Mora lowered her head, not breathing too hard.

Dara Lane raised his eyebrows, glanced casually at the other's pocket, and hummed casually.

"I hope to make a deal with you." Mora didn't have the sharp breath at the beginning, and sounded extraordinarily docile. "You may have heard of us - 'Sancho's Grey Fox'."

"'Sancho's Grey Fox'." Della Layne pressed her forehead, "I have a bit of an impression, a killer who refuses to meet people... But if my information is correct, Grey Fox It should be a man."

"I will never lie to you, my lord. We, yes, the two of us can be your swords and help you get rid of anyone cleanly." Mora's tone became softer, As if the one who talked to her was not a moody superior demon, but a fragile human baby. "We just need a word from you."

"Come and listen?" The demon was noncommittal.

“…hope you will acknowledge us.”

"What?" Della Lenien licked her ears, "I just seemed to be distracted."

"I hope you can admit us from the bottom of your heart." The female killer swallowed, "My love and I are cursed, we need..."

"Need the blessing of the superior demon?" The demon sneered, "I'm so sorry, lovely lady. I can't help you with this."

The superior demon of the wither castle, Dalareneen. They have been investigating this clue for eight years, but unfortunately no one knows where the Withered Castle is. That **** building will move its position from time to time. After confirming the credibility of the intelligence, Randy was deliberately imprisoned, his strength was placed there, and he was picked by the gatekeeper without any suspense.

Dangerous and crazy, they know. Their adventure proved worthwhile, and she did find someone who fit the description. But the devil was not at all vigilant after being dismantled, and even accurately stated the solution to the curse when she was just about to explain, it was like...

Mora stopped breathing, she stood quietly in the distance, no pain or disappointment on her face, but a little trembling in her voice: "I... can I know the reason? "

"I think about it, I think about it. The devil who 'cursed' you, if you remember--isn't she braided, freckled, and full of apples Fruit basket?"

Mora stared at the demon in front of her, bit her lower lip, and nodded very lightly.

"Oops, it seems to have happened--it's been fourteen years." Della Layne scratched her cheek, "The reason? Very simple, that demon is me. Why should I Destroy my own spells?"

Sure enough.

The muscles on Mora's face twitched, and her pretty face twisted slightly. She stared at the "middle-aged man" in front of her in disbelief, her breathing suddenly became extraordinarily rapid.

"It's really interesting, that experiment didn't fail completely. I just randomly selected a hundred people as a sample, and some people really persisted until now. I thought 'Sancho's gray fox' was which one? Talents that are specially trained by organizations or groups, I didn't expect..." The demon showed an eager smile, "It turned out to be just the miller's daughter and the blacksmith's son, I remember correctly? Maura Rodri and Randy Panther. Ouch. , Humans grow up really fast."

"Why?" This time Mora's voice was suddenly cold, and the originally soft eyes instantly mixed into sharp thorns. There was no more politeness in her tone. "We were only fifteen years old at the time."

That is a problem they have been unable to figure out, unexplainable maliciousness.

"Yeah, the oath of a young human being. Immature emotions." Della Lane spread her hands, and her voice was lazy. "So it's an experiment. One side is a decisive separation, which produces a little regretful memory, and the other side is an abyss. The other ninety-eight people have made the most reasonable choices, but the two of you... No wonder the success rate of the gray fox is so high. Gao, you wouldn't expect to be on guard against two killers at the same time. You used that curse in turn, didn't you? Well done! What a rare sample."

"Let me guess. The reason why you didn't go to be the black chapter and stepped directly into the most chaotic business... Is it to find my compatriots faster?"

Mora didn't answer, she took a slow step back.

"If you want to take the dragon's breath stone in your pocket." Della Laineen scratched his scalp, "You don't have to, killing me won't solve any problems. The most I can pay The price of a body, but you will face the withered castle that is completely under martial law. That little boy was also here, you have to think about him."

"You will inform us." Mora lowered her center of gravity, and her hand had already touched the stone blade full of runes.

"Oh, I can guarantee that. I won't." The demon seemed to be in a good mood and touched the wall with one hand. "As I said, you are precious samples, and it would be too boring to end like this."

Mora hesitated for half a second, and within that half a second. The magic shield that fell from the corridor completely separated the two.

"Why us?" Mora hissed, punching the translucent shield. "Although we were young at that time, we definitely didn't offend you."

"Look at what you said, it's like I hate you—" The demon turned his back, showing his back, and started to move towards the room where he was. "Aren't you doing the exact same thing back then?"

Mora opened her eyes.

Of course she remembered what they were doing. She wanted a butterfly, so she and Randy caught one. She had forgotten what the butterfly looked like, and only remembered that it had very beautiful wings.

Like all teenagers who like to collect treasures, they carefully put it in the glass bottle and admired the way it danced in the bottle - they even liked it a little.

But if it dies, it's not a big deal worth mentioning.

"Like you, I'm just observing and admiring." The demon waved his hand and walked away slowly. "Goodbye, sweet little girl."

Mora was still standing, she made no sound. Just standing there, slowly regaining the disguise.

Going to find another one, she thought numbly. They have to find the next superior demon.

She tasted despair for the first time. Unlike the butterfly, at least they and the devil can communicate in words, and she thought they would have a chance, a chance to understand the pain - even if the other party can only understand a little bit of fur, it's enough for a curse.

But do they really have a chance? Fourteen years ago, they were lucky in the first six years. They found two superior demons on the most chaotic battlefield, and barely saved their lives under the ridicule of the other party. This time it was eight years, what about the next time?

Human lifespan itself is not long, and the average lifespan of killers is shorter. She didn't have any great desires, just wanted to shake his hand, even if it was just a moment.

Yes, no hope, but not total despair. The demon just lit a candle in front of the moths and waited eagerly for them to plant in. She even hoped that the other party was malicious, not this... hopeless "interest".

Mora picked up her pace.

They have to get out of here, she thought. It's not time to give up. After all, no matter what, they can only go on—until one of them truly loves the other. What a peaceful relief that would have been, but unfortunately she hasn't been successful so far.

"Dara! Where have you just been?" asked the bespectacled manager dissatisfied.

The research room was a mess, and people were making noises. The light screen displaying Oliver Ramon's body data was enlarged, and all the researchers in red robes were squeezing in front of the light screen, looking like fresh blood splattered from the wound from a distance.

"Toilet." Della Lanene slumped back to the stack of books, "What, is there anything new?"

"The mana of that kid is close to the upper limit of surface creatures, my God." The red-robed old man muttered in disbelief, "Although it's not something that hasn't happened before...how old is he? Or A pure human being!"

"Study slowly." The demon was calm and did not intend to share his findings.

"I asked him over, and I'm still going through the procedure." The management of the test area was flushed and rubbed his hands happily. "That experimental program can continue again! Thanks Chenni, I have taken over for so many years, but no suitable material has appeared yet."

"...It's a blasphemous plan, is it okay for you to thank him like this?" The old man in the red robe seized every opportunity to choke, "Della, you said—"

"I don't know anything." The demon buried himself in the pile of books, "You continue."

And just as the two researchers turned their disappointment away, the devil emerged from the pile of books.

"No, no. You just mentioned it not long ago! Is there not much room for the flesh and blood furnace?" The sloppy middle-aged man casually picked up the report in the stack of books, "If I were you, I'll add a few more tests to make sure this person's willpower is absolutely qualified."

"Look at how miserable he is. He hasn't killed anyone so far, that's enough."

"He is not the first to insist on this, let me see... Haven't there been 1,326 people who have done this before? You threw them all into the furnace, and the result was It's not that there is no progress." The demon waved the report in his hand lazily.

The old man tugged at his beard, lost in thought.

Then he spoke, his tone full of enthusiasm and eagerness, without the slightest bit of bitter malice. "Dera is right," he said excitedly, "it's precious material after all... so let's add an extra one."

"One-on-one, life-and-death battle. Who is the strongest now besides Ramon? ... Very good, very good. If there is an intersection, it will be better."

Dara Lane twitched the corners of her mouth.

"The program with the battle zone will take three days, right? Then in three days, let him and Randy Panther come alone."

The border of Garland at this moment.

Although it was late at night, the border town of Noe was much busier than usual. Since the mutation in the frontier forest, in addition to the army and visitors from various religions, adventurers have traveled far and wide to watch the fun. Business is particularly good around here, and while the odd cocoon has been around for quite some time, it hasn't had any bad effects—whatever.

At first, some cowards hurriedly evacuated with their belongings behind their backs, but everything was still terribly peaceful. Except for a few stubborn guys, most of them slipped back in despair, determined to seize this precious opportunity to make money.

The more courageous even dared to pull a car near the warning areas of various religious groups.

Although Frontier Forest is on the border between Alban and Garland, its location is a bit awkward. Fortunately, both countries support the same religion, and there is less friction between them, so they won't be too caring at the moment. Alban's Bishop of Discipline and his Judgment Knights were stationed in Road Sign Town, and in the past few days, countless magic circles have been arranged around.

The Knights of Judgment persuaded people to evacuate, but unfortunately there was no strong factual support, and the religious atmosphere in Lubiao Town was really not strong. The local townspeople have long been accustomed to running back and forth under the warning of demon invasion, and the number of evacuees is far less than the number of people watching the fun.

Did the Radians say that this is the cocoon of the devil, it is what it is? No one has ever seen Devil's Cocoon, but good business is right under their noses. In front of the golden coins, no one wants to stop for an ethereal guess.

Using the current chaotic situation, the tumbleweed black chapter group successfully infiltrated the road sign town. It's a pity that although the past few days have been smooth, the team is not very lively. Compared with the harmonious atmosphere before, the conversation between teammates has become less and less.

Not surprising, Nemo thought bitterly. He is consciously speaking less and staying away from his companions. And his attitude is like this, except for individual players, others are even more cautious.

With the information provided by Nemo, the female warrior and the knight commander went to search for the abyss cultist who originally summoned the deadwood jellyfish. Jesse dragged the grey parrot, and did not know which corner to go to buy something to eat.

And again he was alone.

He didn't want the time before farewell to be so heavy, but Nemo knew very well. It's no use deepening feelings at a time like this—two veteran fighters will soon be able to catch the culprit who summoned the deadwood jellyfish, and send the culprit where he really should be.

There are two tasks - solve the problem of the demon's cocoon and rescue Oliver.

Then he will leave them forever.

Nemo has considered countless possibilities, but each approach has the same goal. To complete these two tasks, it is impossible for him not to expose himself. Even if he is not a demon king, he will be noticed by the outside world as a truly powerful superior demon.

At least in the end, he didn't want to hurt his companions.

(m..=)