Mr. White

Oliver regained a little consciousness.

The feeling of being carried behind by someone is a little familiar. The memory of fleeing with Nemo in the frontier forest was mixed with instinctive ecstasy, soaking through his thoughts like hot water, and Oliver forced his eyes to open almost immediately.

After seeing the dark red cloak and blond hair in front of her eyes, those green eyes full of anticipation quickly dimmed.

He hadn't completely woken up yet, but sadness had already cast a strong sourness in his eyes and nose.

"Brother." Oliver whispered.

"I'll take you to find your companion." Godwin didn't look back, his tone was stiff. "You'd better get more sleep."

"Sorry, I lied to you."

"About his strength? So far, it seems that Nemo Wright has proved his position with action." Godwin said dryly. "Although I have other conjectures, now... is not the right time."

"Where's Debbie?"

"Debbie is fine, I asked her to contact Horizon to **** the reconnaissance team. Lord Calapan of Mooney Sect was in a coma due to excessive consumption, and Bishop of Discipline seems to have no intention of pursuing you for the time being." Devin walked on, and was silent for half a minute before taking the next sentence. "...Now you don't have to worry about those things."

"Thank you," Oliver muttered.

Godwin did not deceive him, the breath of Bagelmore was indeed getting closer. At their current speed, they could meet another team in less than an hour. Although there was nothing on the surface, Oliver knew very well that Godwin himself was also extremely weak - Captain Horizon didn't even have the power to heal the bleeding wound.

"What are you going to do next..." Godwin paused before finishing his question.

A terrifying force erupted from the direction of the other team, and the terrifying momentum and strong malice instantly made Oliver's hair stand on end.

Godwin, who is also a top powerhouse, did not support him, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.

Oliver struggled down from the opponent's back and lay on his back on the slightly yellow grass beside him.

"It's surface magic, what's going on. I've never seen this kind of-" The voice trembled uncontrollably, and Godwin's eyes subconsciously swept to the face that looked like himself beside him.

But Oliver didn't look too surprised. Godwin could see that it wasn't the numbness after the loss of a loved one, but the calmness that was already known.

Oliver Ramon has definitely changed. In my impression, this cousin who likes to do things wrong always has a smile, even if it is a wry smile, there is a little smile between his eyebrows and eyes. But now Mr. Ramon was lying there in silence, his eyes were still red, and there was not much emotion on his face.

The soft eyebrows and eyes in the past were slightly stiff, as if they had never learned how to smile since birth.

"Go back, brother," he said, staring at the blue sky above.

Struggling to ignore the growing unknown force, Godwin looked up at the sky—clear and beautiful cornflower blue, not a single cloud.

"Thank you," Oliver still looked up at the sky without blinking. "But then I have to go by myself."

"I have a few more teleportation spells here, you and me. Something must have happened over there, the intensity of this power...you and I can't handle it now." Godwin replied immediately.

"I can probably guess who did it." Oliver finally looked away and sat up.

Godwin frowned.

"I don't know what you think of my father now, Godwin." Oliver's voice became serious, "but I can tell you for sure, if you must say that he was destroyed by that expedition' '...he was 'destroyed' by some intelligence."

Godwin Lopez crouched down, his red cape sliding across the grass. He frowned tightly, his usual pair of eyes very similar to his own.

"And I was about to get that information." Oliver licked his dry, cracked lips.

"...you know what that is?!"

"I can probably guess now." Oliver looked at the blue sky again, and his tone revealed a strange trembling.

"You're in bad shape, Ramon. I can't—"

"Although we have completely different views on many things, I don't want to see you go down that path, brother. For example...I'm sure you feel the oppression right now, at least for now , please don't look for it."

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Godwin quickly pointed to the point.

"I don't know, but I'm not like you." Oliver staggered to his feet.

"I have no beliefs, no great ideals, and nothing to lose...You fit the world better than me, Godwin Lopez. I..."

"I'm a mad monster, maybe even crazier than you think. If this can end, if I have a chance, I'll tell you the truth one day. But not now , You still have your dreams, right? You still have time to fall in love with someone."

"Please, go back, brother."

Godwin Lopez stood up and looked into the man's swollen eyes.

"I don't like you very much, Ramon." Horizon's head sighed, "Remember. You lied to me before, if this is the second time, there will be no third time already."

Godwin simply ignited the transport sheet and disappeared into the air.

He didn't say goodbye.

But another sheet of transport paper drifted down from where Godwin disappeared, and stopped on the grass. Oliver picked it up and clenched it in his palm.

Then he raised his head again and looked at the terrifying giant that covered the entire sky.

More than half an hour later, near the entrance to the abyss.

Jesse Dillon silently observed the rise and fall of Adrian's chest, and when the other party's breathing was steady, he was about to put his mouth down—

"...that's you."

Oliver came wobbly, his voice hoarse and weak, but his tone was very determined.

He pointed to the sky.

"Tsk." Jesse tutted clearly, "I forgot you were nearby, let go of your strength a little bit, it's natural to be seen...Alas, it was my mistake. You still Okay, Captain? Maybe I can help you get rid of this unpleasant memory."

The blond youth raised his head and swept Oliver from head to toe: "Well, it seems that you are not very well."

Oliver is also looking at Jesse Dillon and the situation around this "god".

This looks terrible.

Oliver tried to withdraw his power from his eyes, and the blue sky showed its original appearance again. The warm, bright sun swept across the grass again, making the rest of the scene even more terrifying.

Blue Dragon and the choir youth were sleeping on a fairly clean lawn, surrounded by countless soothing magic circles. The Fuller goat chews grass on the edge of the battlefield, and the grey parrot with its charred half of its fur is comatose on its back.

The one-eyed dwarves gathered together and gnawed at the **** bones, their beards covered with purple-black blood. There was still a little piece of clothing left on the bone.

The members of Muni swayed, most of them clasped their heads tightly, and stopped looking at the sky. The fierce ones even gouged out their own eyeballs, some people lost control, and the blood in the air was mixed with a bit of stench.

In the middle of the lawn, there are many huge stones similar in shape to people, with live human eyeballs embedded at the top, facing the sky.

"Don't ask now, I can probably guess your intention." Jesse waved his hand casually, as if aware of the surprise of his head. "Ed has just come back from the dead, and I'm busy - I might as well tell you in a 'other form' later what's going on here."

"I want to go back to the abyss, I have to prepare first."

He took a deep breath and retracted his attention. Oliver made a clear statement of his intention. He reached into his pocket and squeezed the gold pendant.

"I need your help, Dylan, heal me and Bagelmore. I'll have him as a guide, but I'm not very familiar with healing."

"Oh?" Jesse raised his eyebrows with interest, "That's not what I guessed, you still have reason."

"Nimo is still there, I have to... think about it." Oliver said with all his strength.

"To be honest, I don't recommend that you go to the abyss anytime soon." Jesse responded coldly, throwing a soundproof circle. "The Demon King won't be hurt by the following petty troubles, you and I both know that. Now Mr. Wright may be recovering, maybe..."

He paused for a moment, but instead of speaking, he changed the subject.

"You don't seem too surprised by my business."

"Because I can't feel more hopeless." Oliver replied calmly. "That's another thing I want to ask you, Dylan. Yes, I want to go back to the abyss now. But I also know that if I go down the abyss in such a fog, once I die, Nemo really..."

The hand holding the sword of rest trembled violently, and Oliver's tone became eager.

"Nimo told me that you don't want to reveal what you know out of fear that we will despair. Now I repeat, I can't feel more despair."

"Really? From your tone, you clearly think your 'Nimo Wright' is still there." The smile on Jesse's face faded, "If you really want to know Truth, it's better to drop this naive idea."

Oliver bit his lower lip, his back was straight, and there seemed to be flames burning in his pupils.

"I know what you're thinking, you think your love is enough to transcend everything - and since nothing can keep him under, I guess Mr. Wright sacrificed himself. Yeah, amazing, amazing."

"He's still there." Oliver insisted, almost pinching the gold pendant in his palm out of shape. "He couldn't just... disappear."

The world is so absurd, this is the last peace he can seize.

Nimo said he wouldn't die.

What's more, even if Jesse Dillon is a huge monster covering the world, he still cares about Adrian Cross who is an ordinary human being. Oliver turned his gaze to the sleeping knight commander.

"I don't 'love' Adrian Cross." Jesse responded indifferently as if sensing Oliver's gaze.

"I don't love him by human standards. I don't go crazy for him, give up everything for him, give up my own desires for him. I'm just very interested in him, Willing to keep this human in the world for a while. When Ed wakes up, I'll tell him that clearly."

Then, Jesse Dillon sighed infrequently.

"You're not the same as Mr. Wright, aren't you? There is no doubt a normal human love affair between you. You love Nemo Wright as a 'human', but as a 'human' Nemo Wright no longer exists."

"Whether you admit it or not, Dylan. 'Care' is also an emotion, as long as I can talk, as long as I can talk to him again..."

"Yes, you think you can bring back your love if you can talk."

Jessie shook her head, a bit more sarcastic in her tone.

"A suggestion. In terms of sensibility, you'd better not use me as a reference. Did I say it? Me and Mr. Wright, no, the strength gap between me and the Demon King is huge. He is not like me. Similar - As a parasite who needs to communicate, my feelings are naturally more delicate."

"You know I'm not giving up over these few words, Dylan."

"I know, I know... Well, I'll show you directly, if you're conscious."

Jesse put Adrian's head on his lap, freeing a hand, reaching in Oliver's direction.

The fingertips shone with a warm white light.

Oliver did not hesitate, he threw away the sword of rest, and reached out to the fingertips—

First, countless fragments of mixed perspectives. It included the knight commander who was still standing with a blood hole in his chest, the scream of commanding Lugo, the roar of the mad believers, and all the blood and despair that had happened in the past half-day.

Naturally, it also includes the moment when Jesse put his finger on the petrified believer's forehead.

Then he saw it.

Yes, Oliver thought vaguely.

If this is the truth that my father came into contact with back then, maybe he can understand why his father was hit so hard—not to mention an unprepared father, even knowing the original appearance of God, do it in advance The self-conscious self shuddered in an instant.

That is the most primitive instinct, the unstoppable fear.

Why Nemo Wright was able to climb to the surface intact. Why did Bishop Hagen of the Church of the Abyss declare that "the law is not broken".

Why the devil keeps changing, reborn, and never destroyed. Why is the abyss so vast.

Why Jesse Dillon is letting herself give up hope.

The truth of the matter is simpler and more hopeless than what he conjectured. Yes, the dark abyss beneath the surface is extremely vast, and there are hundreds of millions of demons in the depths.

But it's just a crack.

In the sight of "God", a white giant beast is sleeping.

Oliver has never seen this creature before, it is curling up, its wings covering most of its body surface, and it almost forms itself into a standard sphere. A thin layer of rock wraps it, and because the surface of the white monster is not flat, there are many irregular gaps in it.

That gap is known as the "Abyss".

In the depths of the abyss, the strange white ground of the ghost's throat was nothing but the edge of the creature's slightly raised wings. The demon king whom the expedition defeated was only a little bit of flesh and blood with consciousness.

My father was really brave, Oliver thought.

The title of the first powerhouse on the surface sounds almost like a joke now, if my father perceived this scene through the "corpse" of the devil, what kind of mood would he use to face those wars, What about power and intrigue?

Godwin was right not to follow.

Wrapped in invisible gentle darkness, people embraced their pride, stepped on thin rock formations, and sang the gods of their dreams between two huge monsters.

But...

"Dylan." Oliver wiped the tears that he couldn't keep shed with the back of his hand, and finally smiled again. Although it has some despair and grief, it still can be called a smile.

“…I still want to see him again.”

His Mr. White.

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The author has something to say:

Those little cuties who once wondered why the Demon King didn't go to the surface by himself!

…people cannot stand on their backs (.

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Nemo on the surface is really just a piece of flesh and blood containing a will, just like Jesse's case.

Oliver, world class first love (…  

Fuller goat may be the most lucky creature in the world.