This must be a hallucination.

Oliver felt the body temperature from the palm of his left hand, his eyes were sore and painful, and he almost shed tears again. Just like a creature that has been wandering in the dark for too long is pulled into the sun in one breath, the world instantly becomes illusory and scary. Such a happy thing would not happen in this place, probably because it was too painful, and his consciousness fabricated an illusion to keep him going.

After all, there are still many things that must be done, and he can't fall yet.

Like a man about to freeze to death, Oliver was greedily absorbing the temperature through that skin—the other's wrists were firm and smooth, unrealistically warm.

He held that warmth, listened to the other party's voice, and responded almost instinctively, not knowing what he said. There was only one thought in the dim consciousness - if it was possible, if Nemo was really here, he must say everything he wanted to say.

Before, he always thought that they still had a lot of time, they still had time to test it out, and time wasted on shyness and tension, just like most normal couples.

But he almost never saw Nemo again, and he didn't even have time to express his true feelings.

Please wait a little longer, it will be fine.

Even if it is a hallucination, please do not dissipate so quickly.

Oliver took that wrist with his left hand, pressed it against his parched lips, and after a clumsy kiss, he was finally willing to let it go. The weak knight raised his head, glanced at Randy and Mora not far away, and then decided to give up thinking about the current situation.

He was in pain all over his body, and he was shaking with pain. The terrifying collar finally shattered, leaving only a few bits of debris stuck in the armor. Oliver wanted to cast the water condensation technique immediately and get himself a little water first - but he couldn't. Whether it was chanting a spell in his heart or drawing runes with his hands, there was no sign of the water condensation technique being activated.

But he didn't feel his power was exhausted. In fact, it was even the opposite. That unfamiliar force, ignoring his ability to bear, was constantly pouring out. The gray mist revolved around him, carrying chaos and nothingness, directly destroying the flesh and blood furnace.

The residues of life accumulated over thousands of years - those flesh and blood that have no consciousness and only have the instinct of devouring in the mist drawn by the bone sword.

Including the bones of heroes.

Oliver licked his chapped lips and tried to let go. Those gray mists seemed to be part of his body, and they flowed back and forth within him, ramming in the wind. It was as if countless strange limbs suddenly appeared, but his subconscious mind was able to control them to a certain extent.

The world before his eyes completely changed.

The gatekeeper's guard and alarm spells rippled in visible ripples in the air, and Oliver could feel every life in the vicinity - albeit vague and indistinguishable features, but they were obvious Like fireflies in the dark night. He tried to stretch out his hands, as if to fold something. The swirling mist quickly revolved around the three people in front of them, forming a solid protective shield. Regardless of whether the Nemo and the killer couple in front of you are hallucinating or not, it's always right to be cautious.

Nemo in the hallucination seemed to be shouting something, but the agitation of strength seemed to make Oliver's whole body's blood burn, and his ears were filled with his own heartbeat that seemed to be out of control. The sound became distant and muffled.

After confirming that everything was fine, Oliver closed his eyes. The power that was rapidly circulating in his body was like a blade growing out of himself, scraping at his bones, nerves and internal organs, but it didn't matter, he could control them, just like the fine sand flowing from his fingers.

Maybe the precision of the control is still rough, he can at least scatter it in the direction he wants.

The mountain shattered.

It was not blown up, nor was it smashed into pieces by a giant. It began to crumble softly from the highest point, shattering quietly into small gravel-like pieces, and then falling into the sky. Oliver panted hard, raised his hands as if he was overwhelmed, and gestured with difficulty—people were floating in the air, held in mid-air by the gray mist, some screaming, some cursing, and the rest were silent.

The pieces rose faster and faster, rubbing against each other making a sour sound. Dark clouds gathered over the crumbling withered castle, rolling out a dark, terrifying vortex over the castle.

Not dead, not murderous. That grim claim was broken, and a man of integrity left Wither Castle.

And destroy it by hand.

The glasses management was still in a daze when she was dragged into the air by the gray fog.

Everything around him was falling into the night sky, and then shattered by the weird gray fog into crumbs a little smaller than corn kernels. Paper, materials, books, recording stones... all the things that carried all the records and information floated up ominously and completely shattered. Finally, the sparks that rubbed from somewhere ignited the castle, and the flames licked up Della's stack of books, and the crimson fire spread instantly - and he was lifted off the ground by the gray fog, so he could only watch for thousands of years. The incoming living research materials were reduced to ashes in the firelight.

Old and precious data, they even made a special backup with expensive Phalothes. But everything was destroyed in just a few minutes, disappeared from this world, and could never be reproduced again.

Only for a group of inferior products, a group of worthless people...

He squeezed a few desperate whines from his throat.

The flames were followed by explosions and smoke. The management of the test area turned to the direction of the Flesh Furnace blankly, but at this moment there was not even a shadow of the furnace that was supposed to stand between the heavens and the earth.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the rising heat wave is rushing straight up from below. Now is not the time to feel distressed about the data, the pilot area management thought. He didn't know if he should grasp the illusory gray fog, and he didn't dare to move casually, so he could only shout at the people around him.

"Dara!" he shouted, "Have you seen this thing?"

But the sloppy middle-aged man turned a deaf ear, he just lay on the gray fog, and even laughed a few times.

"Answer me!" There was a turbulent gray fog, and the glasses managed by the glasses fell to the ground, his eyes were hazy, and he didn't dare to move - it was probably Ramon's ghost, what was he going to do? Fear them to the limit and then fall to their death?

The researcher around him still did not respond, the management of the test area squinted, and the fire stinged his eyelids. The scorching hot air suffocated him a little, and debris brushed past him, rising into the ominous swirl of dark clouds in the night sky. Oliver Ramon destroyed everything—he destroyed their life's work before their eyes.

No, it's hard to say if that thing is "Ramon", it may be really crazy, or...

The manager clenched his teeth tremblingly, not out of anger or fear. He wanted to roar, but was choked by the black smoke and coughed again and again. And when the figure floated in front of him, he almost spit out subconsciously.

But it's not Oliver Ramon.

It was a very handsome young man with black hair, pale skin and soft facial features, which seemed almost harmless at first glance. But when he raised his eyes, the gaze from the silver-gray pupils almost strangled him just by the momentum. He even had the illusion that the young man in front of him could see through him completely, his eyes pierced directly into his bones, revealing all his thoughts in an instant.

The man held out a hand, with palpable sadness...and anger on his face.

There is no such person in the record. But at this moment, he didn't have the heart to guess the origin of the other party. The momentum became more and more powerful, and the manager was dizzy for a while, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"Do you know how much I want to kill you?" The young man asked back, his voice was not cold, but with collapse and trembling. "I just need to make your physical state the same as Ollie, and you will die immediately."

The words of the black-haired youth are very clear, but each word is squeezed out of the teeth. "But if I do that, he'll be sad...I don't want to make him sad."

"I..." Before the manager could answer, the old man not far away roared.

"What's wrong with getting rid of the worst parts and bringing the rest to the best?" The old man's voice was very sharp, "No one needs those people, and they don't think of themselves as human beings. Progress is always accompanied by sacrifice. We have provided the world with the most perfect defense tools and the most advanced techniques, and all of this only requires the sacrifice of a few scumbags. You are naive, self-righteous little head..."

"I'm not here to argue with you." The black-haired youth raised a hand, his voice getting lower and lower. "For right or wrong? I'm not that great - I just want to protect someone I love and I almost made you kill him."

"I'm not afraid of death." The old man was right, a heroic feeling suddenly rose in the glasses management heart, and they had lost everything. "Kill if you want, people like you will never understand our sacrifices for noble purposes, you can't stop people's progress, you—"

"Progress." The pale young man muttered, "If you really want human data, I believe there is a better solution... Don't put such a high hat on yourself, you just But I don't think those people deserve it."

He turned his head and glanced at the people in the gray fog on the other side. The sluggish prisoners seemed to have been devastated. They were silent, unaware of the destruction around them, and just looked up at the stars.

"Let me tell you one thing - it seems to me that there is no difference in your 'level'."

This time, the unfamiliar young man's voice was completely cold.

A dark shadow swirled behind him, draining all the light that was cast on it, shaking ominously, like the long hair of an underwater corpse swaying with the waves. They stretched out suddenly, rose into the air, and then fell in all directions. One of the shadows strangled the neck of the test area manager, and the next voice seemed to sound directly in his brain.

"All the pain you caused with your own hands will return in the dreams of the night."

"I don't know how many people have lived here, but I know how many. I'll give you all the pain, despair, and hatred. Ten years of nightmares."

"Of course, you still have the freedom to continue your research. So I'll add a small note-"

The management of the test area suddenly felt a little cold, he narrowed his eyes hard, trying to distinguish the expression of the terrifying young man. But his eyes are still blurred into a ball of facial features.

"—If you continue your research, then the new suffering will continue to follow you. For noble purposes, please do yourselves."

“…Go to sleep now, and wish you a good dream.”

The management of losing glasses can only see the outline of the young man. At this moment, he was bowing his head indifferently and giving a sarcastic salute.

The dark shadow originally wrapped around the skin wriggled and penetrated through the skin. The icy coldness unique to the curse instantly soaked through the limbs of the test area management. He widened his eyes diligently, as if doing so would prevent the drowsiness from coming - but he still fell on the gray fog in the next second, losing consciousness directly.

Nemo put down his right hand, and the shadows instantly returned to his feet, as docile as a bunch of rabbits.

The gatekeepers were lying on top of the gray fog, and painful moans, small screams and nervous sobbing sounded from all directions. These real nightmares will follow them every night until the day the reckoning is complete.

Only one gatekeeper is still awake, he knows.

The gray fog is still raging, and the entire mountain is almost flat at this moment, and then it goes down - Oliver does not intend to let go of the underground part of Wither Castle. A dark pit gradually appeared in this desolate land, like the eye socket of a dry bone.

It's almost over, Nemo thought. So let yourself take care of the last thing too.

He must protect Oliver.

Nimo let out a sigh of relief, and swiftly rushed to the vicinity of one of the gray mists, directly picking up the sloppy middle-aged man above.

"Dara Lennion." He stared straight into the eyes of the demon in front of him, and clenched the hand that grabbed the other's collar. "haven't seen you for a long time."

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