Dara Lanene doesn't look surprised. He didn't panic in the slightest, and even tilted his neck to adjust himself to a relatively comfortable posture.

"Good evening, Mr. Wright." His tone was polite, "Stay safe... No, I'm afraid that's inappropriate." The devil's smile deepened.

Nimo stared at each other coldly and said nothing. He just stayed in mid-air, grabbing the front of the demon's red robe tightly.

"It's interesting, you know who I am." Seeing that the other party didn't mean to speak, Della Lane said to herself. "Looks like I've totally misestimated your abilities - mass curses and vague memory, not even spells. Pretty. But you just left me out, I guess not because of compatriotism?"

Then he frowned slightly, and the smile on his face faded a little. The demon looked away from the raging gray fog around him and turned to Nemo's expressionless face.

"I can't contact the main body." Della Lane said softly. "What a fresh situation."

"I'm not stupid enough to let you delay and spread the information." Nemo finally spoke. "Unfortunately."

"Okay, what the **** do you want?" the demon pouted, "I assume you know what's going on—if it's just to vent your anger, that's enough. You should understand that the laws of man And morality doesn't apply to us."

"And not long ago, your team ruined my precious contract, and now we are at best even."

"Of course I know you're under no obligation to help me." Nemo gritted his teeth, "so let's tackle this in a more 'diabolical' way - I can't get you to take Ollie's message Spread it out."

"You should be more worried about yourself," Della Lainen squinted, and the originally human eyeballs turned strange red again. "I'm very interested in you now, and to be honest, I never thought you could bring me new surprises—"

Before he finished speaking, a worm-like shadow blade struck the back of Nemo's head. Nemo was staring at the other's mouth, as if all his attention was on the other's words - the sharp and strong shadow blade should have penetrated Nemo's head. But unlike what Della Lane had guessed, it didn't poke out from behind the opponent's delicate face, bringing out blood and crumbs.

It disappeared, like a snowflake meeting the heat of a blacksmith's furnace.

Nimo's expression turned a little colder again, while Della Layne was the opposite. The demon's blood-red eyes suddenly lit up, and countless attacks came one after another. Della Laineen excitedly gestured and painted runes, but everything was still in vain.

All attacks disappear.

Nemo didn't even bother to look away. He stared silently at the demon in front of him, thinking seriously.

"So it is." Della Lane's attack stopped abruptly, and the face of the human shell rose to an abnormal flush of excitement. "No wonder Ramon was able to dissolve the curse of Trent's blight, no wonder the devil's flesh and blood did not corrode you cleanly - dissolve all things and return to the source. Yes, this is the characteristic of the source."

He stared at Nemo fascinatedly, who almost got goosebumps at the sight.

"I have investigated, your origin is unknown, but Ramon definitely grew up in Roadmark Town. Ramon's knight's oath who can't find the source... Now that you have obtained the power of the source, you should Who's allegiance? Or—"

"It's me," Nemo replied quietly. "He's...he was my knight."

"It's not impossible," Della Layne said in a low voice, speaking very fast, "After all, you have been honestly staying on the surface, and have never been active in the abyss - but when it comes to The king involved in the origin of the abyss magic..."

He suddenly stopped talking.

"It's what you think." Nemo pouted, "I said, let's solve this problem in a more 'diabolical' way."

The sage of the abyss has never hated the status quo so much - he holds the key to the mystery of his dreams, but he can't convey the news no matter what. He could only stare at each other's silver-gray eyes, and successfully found the hostility in them.

Nimo Wright did it on purpose.

No, the devil did it on purpose.

Countless flickering runes, magic circles and formulas instantly filled the sky. Dellalienne raised his head sharply, and he saw the knowledge he had answered, the knowledge he tried to answer, and the knowledge he had yet to discover. They float under the stars, changing at an astonishing speed.

Beautiful, he thought.

"Forget it." Nemo whispered, pulling the demon immersed in it back to reality.

"What?" Della Lenien responded almost subconsciously, he was being held up by incomparable happiness, people's mourning turned into sweet music, and the heat wave set off by flames turned into gentle stroking. He's never been like this—

"Your circuit." Nemo took a deep breath, "You have a lot of flesh, and it took me a little time."

Oops.

A layer of cold sweat instantly oozes from the demon's back.

From the beginning, I was not alone in procrastinating. Della Laineen instantly realized what the other party was going to do, and the shadow blade reappeared, this time slashing at the body he was using.

It's still not fast enough.

He has collected enough information to be one step away from the puzzle he has been working on for years. The Demon King is now in this world, and the door of truth is slowly opening towards him—innumerable fresh information is wrapping him up, which should be supreme happiness. But he didn't even have time to smell it for a few seconds before he was directly strangled by a hand.

The hand was not forceful, even gentle. But the sudden surge of despair was strange and cold, the demon's vocal cords seemed to be frozen at that moment, and he couldn't say anything.

"Forget it." Nemo exhaled, his anger carefully controlled, his tone a little stiff. "Everything about the gatekeeper, all the knowledge you got here, all the memories—all for me to forget. You don't have a brain in your head, and unlike humans, you can withstand the shock, can't you?"

“…but remember this despair, remember it well.”

The despair of getting what you love and then seeing it disappear before your eyes. It has nothing to do with human pain or pleasure, just as a nominal kin - he gives back the despair etched in his bones.

The spell extends with the devil's magic circuit, from this body to the devil's body in the abyss, and then spreads to every clone on the surface. All information related to the Withered Castle will be completely wiped from the memory of the Abyss Sage and will never return.

Nimo let go of his hand, the knowledge scattered in the sky, and the sloppy middle-aged man lost consciousness and fell back above the gray fog like a puppet. He didn't look at each other again, and rushed directly in Oliver's direction.

Oliver stayed where he was. It's just that this time he no longer stretches his arms, instead he is barely maintaining a half-kneeling posture, leaning on the Sword of Rest in both hands tremblingly. The burning ruins disappeared, and the huge pit on the surface was bottomless. The gray fog was still circling around him, his movements becoming more and more unsteady, and he had a faint tendency to lose control—not because of how intense Oliver's emotions were, Nemo was familiar with that aura.

Only the gray fog holding the prisoner and the gatekeeper was still stable, but trembling ominously. His lover was too tired and too raw. He was powerless to harness this new and violent power.

Not far away, a large number of life reactions appeared one after another.

The Withering Castle is just an institution used by the gatekeepers to do live experiments and train soldiers on death row. Other agencies of the gatekeeper must have noticed the abnormality, and considering the accumulation of gatekeepers over thousands of years, there might be armies of various countries among the incoming people.

They must leave, immediately.

"Oli, that's enough." Nemo stopped in front of Oliver, he knelt down without hesitation, cupped the other's face, and stared into the dull green eyes. "Look at me, you can control it!"

This time it's not a hug without a face, the two faces are very close. Nemo could see it clearly—Oliver's lips were bloody, his face was smudged and tear-stained.

His Oliver.

The heart did not have a crushing pain, on the contrary, it seemed to disappear directly from his chest cavity, leaving only a continuous dull pain. Oliver didn't respond to his call, Nemo sighed with trembling, and took off the skeleton helmet covered with blood and flesh.

The power almost out of control, almost hurting others, he has also had such moments. And just like Oliver did for himself, Nemo thought—

I can call Oliver back myself.

the taste of. The wet tip of the tongue slid across the chapped cut on the other's lips, then pried open his teeth.

A deep predatory kiss.

No time to hold back, no time to think about other things. When the dust settles, he will tell Oliver everything, and this may be the last kiss between them.

The thought made him despair.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the starry sky was clear again. There were flashes of light from time to time at the bottom of the pit. The gray fog slowly drifted down, placing the unconscious gatekeepers and prisoners on both sides of the giant pit, and then dispersing. And the gray fog that was raging nearby also stopped in an instant, no longer making the noise of tearing and chewing. The army in the distance was approaching at a rapid speed, and the light sound of neat and uniform movements drifted in the wind.

Oliver finally blinked. He let go of the hilt of his sword and put his arms around Nemo's waist, decisively deepening the kiss—it was more like swallowing and gnawing than a loving intimacy between lovers.

Painful, sad and sweet.

"Nimo." The long kiss made Oliver's brain a little groggy. He pushed the other party away rather reluctantly, took a few breaths carefully, and for the first time there was a little more brilliance in his eyes. He struggled to move the already stiff muscles on his face and pulled out a smile. "…you are here."

"Don't laugh if you don't want to laugh." Nemo wiped the blood that began to dry on the other's forehead. The other's smile was no longer the one he was familiar with. It made him completely unable to breathe for a few seconds. "I'll take you away, let's go right now."

"'No matter how bad things are, I will always greet you with a smile.'...I promised you." Oliver muttered, "Yeah, here we are...the two of us together... "

He tightened the arms around Nemo's waist, but his body fell forward uncontrollably. Nemo hugged him directly, almost froze with fright. It took a few seconds to realize to check Oliver's breathing and heartbeat.

Oliver fell asleep.

Nemo dipped his fingers into each other's blood-stained hair, which now felt rough and sticky, not soft at all.

So he sighed again, trembling, now that Nemo could see the flying flags of the reinforcements and the reflection of the armor. He picked up Oliver directly, as if the heavy armor had no weight.

The space was torn apart again, and fresh and moist air came from the crack. Lights can be seen among the dark trees, calm and warm. The edge of the space crack slowly wriggled, accompanied by the cry of the gatekeeper's dream, the sense of disobedience even reached an alarming level.

"Two." Nemo hugged his sleeping knight and turned to the strange men and women like stone sculptures, "With your strength, there should be no problem in passing through this—"

"Let's escape together."

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