Nimo froze in place, those sharp shadows dissipated instantly.

"Don't worry about us." Amway blocked his possible questions, "Closer - you know me, I won't be considerate enough to die for your love life. We have a way , Let's go now!"

Nimo didn't ask any more questions, he bowed slightly to his companions in the smoke.

The sight is obscured by smoke, and the spell is delicately cut off by lightning. Although he is under the influence of other magic circles, he still has no way to control spells delicately. Fortunately, he doesn't need to attack at this moment, just pure escape.

Blindly splitting spaces is dangerous, but now he can't control that much. He just needs to make sure that the rift doesn't open on the surface and doesn't happen to tear any creature. As for himself - no matter what is over there in space, he will not die easily.

Nemo made a simple gesture, and a long gap was ripped out of the space in front of him. His figure quickly disappeared behind the crack.

"Okay." Ann licked her lips, and the smoke she had raised finally dissipated. "It's going as planned now, Cross."

Sometimes ago, a room at the Inn in Signpost.

"...He interrupted the communication." The communication crystal in An Chong's hand that quickly dimmed frowned, "An intuition, that kid may be planning to do something stupid. His attitude has not been very good for the past two days. Yes, even considering Oliver's situation, it's not too much."

After the superior demon, he retreated. The lord has always been very meticulous, and he must have set up enough defenses. Even Mr. Wright, it is impossible to completely avoid the conflict-"

"What, you think he's going to kill them?" Jesse was sitting on the table, stuffing his mouth with fried bean pods dipped in salt.

"I don't think so," Adrian replied dryly, glancing at Jesse. "After all, there is the Knights of Judgment, and morally speaking, he can completely stay out of it."

"According to the nosy character of that little idiot, the situation is probably not solved by the Knights." The female warrior looked out the window - the newly hatched demon was squirming in the forest, emitting an alarming sound. Power. "What, Cross? If I'm not mistaken, he probably thought he'd be exposed."

So clear the line with them in advance.

"Mr. Wright is indeed powerful." Adrian's expression became increasingly unsightly, "But in the end, he's just a civilian who has been in a few battles. He probably doesn't have the skills to deal with war-style attacks. .Although I don't think he's going to kill them..."

Conflict is inevitable. And neither Nemo Wright nor the Knights of Judgment are truly "ready" for this battle.

Everything, he will be considered an 'enemy', right, Cross?"

"…and Nemo thought about it." She twitched.

To be honest, the risk of their exposure is already high. After all, in the previous mission, no one expected that things would go this way—their mission to infiltrate the Church of the Abyss was done beautifully, and the information was clearly kept in the mercenary guild. Sooner or later, tumbleweeds are targeted. Under the siege of the trial knights, Nemo's identity is also at risk of being exposed.

So he pushed them out of the way and they couldn't be convicted as long as they insisted they didn't know.

When she picked up the two in the frontier forest, Nemo was still a shy young man with a strange power. He'd been afraid that they would leave him because of the anomalies, Ann could tell.

But now in order not to implicate them, they were first left by him.

"I'll divert them away. That bastard, want to play the tragic hero alone? No way." Ann said word by word, turning to Adrian with a stern face. "You know, if I can get the Discipline Bishop to recognize me, I should be able to buy a little time. At least he won't do anything to me—you forget it, they're eager to pack you back now."

Adrian Cross looked at her silently for a long time.

"I'll go with you. I know their attacking habits, it can be delayed for a while." After a few minutes, he said quietly, and looked sideways at the blond young man beside him - Jesse Sucking salt grains stuck to fingers. "Then what are your plans?"

"Why are you helping him?" Jesse picked up another fried bean pod from the paper bag and chewed loudly. "Isn't this a great opportunity to see Mr. Wright's nature? Forget about Ms. Savage, I don't think you're the type to be easily impressed."

"That's right." Adrian's voice was as cold as ever, "I didn't intend to 'help' Mr. Wright."

Indeed, he was nothing like Ann Savage. He wasn't going to act for sentimental reasons like "comradeship". His reasons were more icy and negative—

In all fairness, from the perspective of a human guardian, he does not think there is any problem with the prudence of the precepts, but Wright is not wrong.

Nimo Wright is not human at all. He has no position at all that requires Wright to adhere to the moral code of human beings, and he is not qualified to do a test of nature - to stand by or even contribute to the suffering of others, and pin everything on the hope that "the other party is a saint". And if the other party didn't hold on, they shouted "I knew it would be like this" and "He is not worthy of kindness", and naturally began to deny and attack.

He has seen such a practice, Adrian thought bitterly. Seen countless times next to his close friend Cahill Edwards.

Rather than expecting Wright to knock down his teeth and swallow blood, he prefers to destroy the desperate situation that may come.

"I'm just doing my job, protecting my countrymen." Adrian picked up the metal bow on the table and looked Jesse Dillon in the eyes. "Seeing someone in a desperate situation, not only does not lend a helping hand, but instead judges the 'nature' of that person. I personally don't like this very much - after all, Mr. Wright has no obligation of kindness to mankind."

"Wow, I really like that about you," Jesse said affectionately, quickly shoving a fried bean pod into Adrian's mouth. Completely ignoring the other party's momentary frown. "You don't have to make such a sad posture, alas, I actually have a better idea."

He grinned at both of them, smiling like a fox that only stole meat.

As of now, Jesse's idea turns out to be a good one - except a little embarrassing.

The billowing black smoke was dispelled by the spell, and the restraint and interference tied the black figure tightly again, and continued to eat the large robe that the black shadow condensed. The female warrior's face was dirty with soot, leading the thunder and lightning to disrupt the ranks of the knights. Adrian Cross drew his bow and arrow generously, making sure that no attack landed near the bad omen.

The two were terribly strong, but they didn't attack in any real sense, just blindly defend. They were doomed to fail before the huge Knights of Judgment.

And the Discipline Bishop Felix Waldron was buzzing with anger.

The two were using surface spells. The evil omen really has human companions, and the possibility of being a "lonely and powerful superior demon" is instantly reduced. This made him heave a sigh of relief - Felix originally wanted to issue an order to thoroughly investigate all the groups and teams that had been active in the Church of the Abyss and nearby, trying to find this possibility. Unexpectedly, they saved him a lot of time and delivered it directly to the door.

After he saw one of them clearly, he almost suffered a myocardial infarction.

"Dragon's Breath Stone Turret is temporarily recharged." He pinched his eyebrows fiercely, "Damn, why is Cross by that bad omen? No, no... When will he regain his power?!"

Korrao is the famous "The Morning Star of the Radiance", and he can't use defensive spells to repel the experienced Knights of Judgment. The attacks of the trial knights became more and more concentrated, and finally they completely tore through the large black robe that was condensed by the shadow.

"Alas—you are too much." The man under the black robe sighed, his voice full of suffocation. "I'm here to help."

The dark omen revealed its true colors, but it was not the same as what they imagined.

It was a blond young man who was too beautiful, and even looked a little aggrieved. He changed the staff that exuded the magic of the abyss to his left hand, and his right hand pointed his **** to everyone.

"Extreme!" he repeated.

The battle-hardened knights of the trial will not be fascinated by a man's beautiful skin, but that face really makes it difficult for people to improve their fighting spirit, not to mention that the man still stops attacked. not to mention…

After the battlefield calmed down, the black figure beside the man looked more and more familiar. The tall man was wearing a straight monk's uniform, with firm eyebrows and a warm white light arrow on his metal bow. That was the example they had longed for and inexplicably collapsed overnight - the former Knight Commander Adrian Cross.

Weird condition.

Everyone was completely dizzy, and the knights had to tighten their restraints in confusion, waiting for the next instruction from the preceptor.

"Ms. Savage, and Sweetheart Ed—" Jesse deliberately lengthened her tone, admiring the splendid faces of the judgement knights for a while. "You can stop now."

The two warriors finally put down their weapons and stood beside the blond youth, surrounded by the knights of judgment. Seeing that the situation was stable, Bishop Discipline stepped into the air on the sole of his shoes, and pulled his face down at the beautiful blond young man.

And the other party returned him a particularly bright smile.

"Excuse me?" Felix coughed twice, trying not to look at Adrian Cross. "You don't seem to have any plans to fight. I hope from the bottom of my heart that this is just an unfortunate misunderstanding." Before he could relax his vigilance, the preceptor took a deep breath. "May I ask a question - why did you just attack?"

"Jesse Dillon." Jesse scratched his ears nonchalantly, "Why attack? My God, you are all surrounded by me! Look, I just solved it for you A big hassle, no one likes getting a 'thank you' like that, right?"

"The duty lies." Felix frowned, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but please understand, after all, you just used an abyss spell—"

"You suspect I'm a devil? No, no, I'm just a good-hearted person passing by." Jesse's voice became more and more aggrieved, and Ann, who was bowing her head, couldn't help but wipe her face . "It's just the effect of this staff. You can check, I'm definitely not a demon, absolutely not!"

"Then your disguise—" Seeing the face of the other party light up instantly, the precepts subconsciously wanted to swallow this question, but it was too late.

"Because I like to do good deeds without leaving my name. After all, I'm too strong, and it will always bring unnecessary trouble." Jesse covered his chest and said deeply. "Look, we've just caught an abyss cultist. Then I figured something was wrong here, and I fixed it—you know how urgent the situation is, don't you? If you doubt me, the old **** is still being arrested. Locked up at the Roadmark Inn."

"Now that you've found me, can we pretend we haven't met each other?"

"I'm afraid not." The preceptor bishop said with difficulty, Mr. Evil Omen was too lively, and his mind was a little hard to turn. "You have to... come with us and let the Pope confirm..."

Adrian Cross instantly turned his gaze to the blond young man beside him, and he was close enough to see the playful smile that suddenly appeared in the exaggerated expression.

"Okay." Jesse Dylan said in a very reluctant tone, "but I have one condition - if I am not a devil, you will have to pay."

"Of course."

"My companions don't have to go with me? I know you're curious about the condition of Sweetheart Ed, so I won't force you to let him go. But lady, you know, our There's still work to be done on the team—"

"...Let her go." The woman didn't have the slightest aura of abyssal magic, and the bishop of discipline glanced at the female warrior casually, feeling too tired to speak. The words "Ed Sweetheart" almost crushed his nerves to the limit.

"Excellent." Jesse threw the staff to the judge knights, and instantly several sealing magic wrapped it layer by layer. "We're going with you."

The town of Signpost is still lit up, people don't know why the demon suddenly disappeared, but this does not prevent the grand carnival from beginning. The backyard of the Ramon family's hotel was crowded with people singing and dancing. Drinks, fire and music filled the small backyard of the hotel. The atmosphere of joy was as always.

But the son of its previous owner, who should have owned this lively place, has not been smooth these days.

Time goes back three days.

The "corpse" in strange condition did not lie on the floor for long. Not long after the unseen flames destroyed the meteor hammer, heavily armed gatekeepers entered the cell. They didn't mean to take the strange knight away, but put the same restraints as the collar on the limbs of the unconscious body.

Finally, the unnatural pressure in the cell disappeared. The death row inmates in the cell watched silently, motionless.

The originally unconscious man coughed twice and opened his eyes.

"But I don't want to do this. Think about it again, 300,000 - kill anyone you want, and you can still go to the mobile barracks."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, our combat area is much gentler than the test area." He seemed to think of something, and snorted dissatisfiedly. He casually glanced at the darkened cell.

The knight on the ground sat up with difficulty, lowered his head, and seemed to be looking at the new restraint that appeared on his wrist.

"...these wastes will die sooner or later, some prisoners of war and refugees with poor combat ability. Their country does not need them, their relatives do not need them. You better not treat them as human beings Better."

The young man in the skeleton helmet reached out and grasped the bloodstained hilt.

The sound of breathing in the cell instantly decreased, followed by the sound of small gasps and rustling movements. People subconsciously want to hide, but they don't know where to hide, so they can only stop breathing in vain. The value of this person is terrifying, and they have experienced the abnormal power fluctuations.

Everyone knows that they are just the consumables the gatekeeper uses to sharpen this weapon. People know more or less what happened on the arena, and after accepting enough malice, the kindness and patience of this eccentric knight should have come to an end.

To be killed. Numb thoughts swirled in the heads of the death row prisoners, but no one could raise the spirit of resistance.

Yes, that's it. The person in charge of the combat zone thought with relief. As long as the boy is willing to bow his head before the formalities are completed, he is still a valuable asset in the battle zone. To put it bluntly, they never thought that he would be so stubborn, and they let the people in the experimental area take advantage of it. Now this young man should know how strong he is, and he will never be willing to succumb to these muddies—

But the figure stood up staggeringly without looking at him again.

The monster-like young knight retreated to the corner, held the sword in both hands, and assumed a defensive posture. He did not attack, did not speak, and was silent like a stone sculpture.

The mole-like man in the corner let out a sob. The strong man who lost his weapon clenched the handle of the meteor hammer that was left in his hand, and said nothing.

(m..=)