Gods and Beasts

Adrian Cross firmly believes that he is dead.

He has seen so many deaths that the moment the pain and numbness in his chest pierced his nerves into his brain, he saw his future clearly. In the second before he lost consciousness, he didn't have the slightest emotion of disbelief, or hopeless hope.

This is the end of life.

As the Knight Commander of Judgment, marching hard in blood and fire, Adrian had expected his own death many times, and he was well prepared.

It's not that he has any unfulfilled wishes, he just cares a little - what will happen after Jesse Dylan?

Darkness followed, engulfing his consciousness.

Perhaps after a few seconds, maybe after countless years, the darkness in front of me reveals some orange-red warmth, like the sun shining through my eyelids during a nap.

The body seemed to be floating, and Adrian could not feel his body. I don't know how long this hazy state lasted, and a little warmth came from a distant place.

Something cold and wet was pressing against his cheek, and the warm air slapped his face rapidly.

Why does he still feel his presence?

Although he believes in siddhi, Adrian himself has always maintained a neutral attitude towards the ideal land in the mouth of the fanatics. He did not believe that the rulers of human beings had such ability—morals and laws changed rapidly, and the "good" and "evil" determined by a few human beings could really send the dead to the ideal land where God is?

Take a step back, even if the ideal land exists, he does not need it. Adrian had long forgotten that there was any desire in his heart to "belong only to himself" and "to bring happiness".

Take a step back, even if he really harbors a few subconscious wishes, he is just dragged into the ideal land. It is absolutely impossible for his wish to include the item "being slapped in the face by something cold".

Before he could not open his eyes successfully, Adrian waved his hand out, weak but decisive.

Then he grabbed a bunch of hair.

As if being thrown a bucket of ice water, Adrian forced himself to open his eyes.

A large, wet black nose blocked most of his view, it exhaled warm breath, as if sniffing its own face. Adrian tilted his head and saw the huge beast head—

The huge beast curled up, half wrapping itself in fur.

Adrian brushed away the cloudy soft white hair and stared straight at those eyes.

This time, in addition to the joking, there was a little more emotion that he couldn't understand.

"Mr. Dylan." Adrian's throat was terribly dry, and he almost called out, "You're going to crush the bed."

Now Adrian has come to terms with reality - for some reason, he didn't succeed in dying. Even though he was lying naked in the middle of the soft and comfortable big bed, and everything around him was as luxurious and exquisite as a dream, this place was by no means an ideal land.

Because Mr. Dylan bit the quilt, he pulled it down maliciously, and then pressed a huge paw to his chest.

The giant beast did not exert any force, and its claws covered most of Adrian's exposed chest. The former knight commander was very sure that if the opponent used that little strength, it would be enough to trample his chest into flesh.

But now he can only feel the soft pads under the paw, and the tips of the nails scratching the skin.

Adrian raised his head helplessly and continued to look at the huge beast looking down at him. His nostrils were filled with the faint aroma of berries mixed with milk, the same smell as he remembered.

"Mr. Dylan... We need to talk." Clearing his dry throat, Adrian said as clearly as possible.

The beast just stared at him silently, licking the tip of its nose with its bright red tongue. His mouth opened and closed, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

It's amazing, Adrian didn't feel the slightest fear.

Although Jesse Dillon first covered his chest with his claws, Adrian still had time to cast a glance. The skin on the left side of his chest was smooth and smooth, with no scars left, as smooth and clean as if he had never been injured.

But the heart-piercing attack in memory is by no means an illusion.

Even the craziest dogma never expressly states that God will bring back from death the lost life.

Adrian could feel his heart beating wildly under his ribs.

"Jessie." This time he changed his name.

The beast smacked his lips, and a shimmering smoke rose from the sunny room. After a few seconds, the smoke cleared, and the Jesse Dylan he was familiar with reappeared.

Jesse's right hand was still on his chest, and the other hand was resting on his pillow. The beast pupils in the blue eyes have not yet returned to their human appearance, and the long golden hair is completely scattered, sliding across the beautiful face, and sweeping the ends of the hair on the skin of Adrian's chest.

Obviously, Jesse doesn't bother to make too complicated clothes for himself. The thin white nightgown was casually placed on his body, and it was wide open at the moment, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin on his chest.

Without that huge claw and long hair covering, Adrian's upper body was completely exposed at this moment. The healthy wheat-colored skin glows with some honey-gold under the sun. Just looking at the picture, the atmosphere is extremely ambiguous.

Adrian's first reaction was a frown - there was no smile on Jesse Dillon's face.

"Jesse, you..." Before he could finish, a cool finger pressed his lips.

"Clos, wake up—" A familiar female voice sounded, the door was kicked open, and the excitement quickly turned into embarrassment.

"Did...?" An muttered, pulling her face down, barely spitting out the question that had been stuck for a few seconds. "Okay, looks like you're awake. There's nothing wrong with the circle, but what's up with this guy? Hey, Dylan, are you crazy?"

Ann scratched her short hair irritably. She was still wearing the common cloth robes she used to wear, without a hunting spear. Except for the more calm temperament, the female warrior of the tumbleweed doesn't seem to have changed much.

"Let's not say it's still day." She half-jokingly grabbed the back collar of Jesse's nightgown and pulled him away from Adrian. "Cross is still the wounded, you keep me away from him."

Look at the luxury and style of this room, as well as the spectacular view from the window. Adrian, who was sober, could guess where he was. This is the capital of Alban, the royal castle where the Alban royal family lives.

Ann Savage being able to walk freely here can only mean one thing-

"It's okay." Adrian propped himself up, picked up the glass jug by the bed, and poured himself a glass of water. "He meant nothing else, His Majesty the King."

"If you call me 'Your Majesty' again, I'm going to charge you for the room in full, guest from Garland. Seriously, how do you feel?"

"I'm fine, Ms. Savage." Adrian subconsciously pressed his left chest with his hand.

More than good.

The vigorous power surges in the blood vessels, bringing the sourness of fullness and the lightness of filling. Adrian took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and a milky white halo ignited between his hands.

"Ouch." An touched his chin, "This is a surprise, I don't feel the breath of spiritual sacrifice, is this your own strength?"

"No." Adrian answered honestly, he glanced meaningfully at Jesse beside the bed and extinguished the light. "… This is stronger than I was before. Ms. Savage, could you please turn around? I need to change."

"I think someone needs to turn around more, but that's fine." Ann rolled her eyes and turned away. "By the way, do any of you know what happened to Oliver?"

Adrian's fingers rested on the button for half a second, and he looked at Jesse Dillon again. There was still no smile on Jesse's face, and he didn't seem to have any intention of speaking.

"Sorry, I don't know." Adrian had to answer, "My memory is up to the provocation of the fanatic."

"Oh, I heard about that."

After confirming that the other party had put on his pants, Ann turned his head, the relaxed expression on his face dissipated a lot.

"The Bishop of Discipline personally wrote to apologize, but to tell the truth... It's all the usual Laddish rhetoric, and I guess only the 'Adrien Cross was seriously injured' is true. That group of fanatical lunatics, who happened to be infected with a fatal curse in the abyss, happened to have a seizure after attacking Cross? This letter is more like written to those nobles."

No, that's not even true, Adrien thought. He was indeed killed, right at the entrance of the abyss.

"After all, he emphasized at the end of the letter, 'You can ask your companions for details'."

Ann folded her arms and swept her sharp eyes to the silent Jesse.

"I heard that you returned to the surface, and I specially sent two groups of people to respond. As a result, I only received Bagelmore and you two. Where did Oliver and Nemo go? I tried to find it. Oliver, but that kid didn't bring a communication crystal. Let's not mention Mooney, the Ladd didn't answer me directly, and couldn't get in touch with the horizon. Now it seems that there is only one person who knows - Di Lun, you should know that, right?"

Seeing Jesse Dylan uncharacteristically did not reply, the female warrior's voice became a little more nervous.

"Those two guys are as strong as monsters." She gritted her teeth and continued, "That unfortunate sheep is all right, the two of them... don't sell it, Dylan. Ditch the **** Salter preaching for two hours, not much time for jokes with you."

"You can ask Oliver Ramon himself." Jesse finally put on his usual smirk, he didn't look at Adrian again, just looked at the door.

Ann took a deep breath, looking like it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to punch. "I just said-"

The door to the room was opened again.

Oliver Ramon came in. Ann looked behind Oliver habitually, but there was no one behind him.

Something is wrong, she thought. Even with advance notice, his own people would not stop Oliver from entering the castle. But there are countless magic circles inside the royal castle to suppress detection, and the king's whereabouts will not be easily exposed. How did Oliver find it?

Ann squinted her eyes, looked at her head, and decided to keep this issue in her heart first, to make room for more important issues.

Oliver was wearing black armor without a cape, and the skeleton helmet was firmly pinned to the armor. He glanced roughly at the situation in the room, and finally nodded to Ann.

"I'm going to the Holy Land of the Rad Sect to give a mission report." Oliver hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said dryly, his facial muscles a little stiff.

The head of the tumbleweed lowered his gaze, his throat rolling up and down. He seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say first, and finally picked the least important one.

But it was Ann Savage.

The relaxation on the female warrior's face disappeared completely. She had never seen Oliver look like this before, an ominous premonition gripped her lungs, making her breathing a little harder.

"Oliver, where's Nemo?" Ann asked word by word.

Oliver didn't answer her, he just took off the black badge on the front and pressed it on the table beside him. The task light screen that had not been seen for a long time appeared. After being enlarged by Oliver, the prompt text on it was particularly dazzling.

[To Oliver Ramon, Captain of the Tumbleweed: We have received testimony from both the Ladd Cult and the Horizon Mercenary Regiment. During the reconnaissance team **** mission, Nemo Wright has been arrested Confirmed death. 】

【If you do not register new members within a week, your team will be deprived of names due to insufficient personnel, please also pay attention. It is recommended to replenish members in time and go to any branch to register. 】

"I don't believe it." Ann responded almost immediately, her voice fluttering uncontrollably. "Nemo is the superior demon, and the abyss is that kid's home ground. Oliver, in the end—"

"He's not dead." Oliver's voice was very steady, but his smile was reluctant.

Oliver looked at the former Judge Knight Commander, his eyes stopped on Jesse for a moment, and finally stopped at Ann.

Something was different, the Queen of Albans took a deep breath. When she first picked up the two little bastards, Oliver Ramon's eyes were clear and clean, with a carefree joy. There is no happiness left at the moment, only the sad vicissitudes of life are left, like two deep wells.

Oliver took back the black seal, closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly.

"If you are free, I would like to hold a team meeting immediately. Ann, is Bagelmore here?"

"Yes, it's not quite right, I want to ask you again - it has been stuffing itself under the sofa, not talking, and unwilling to come out."

"I know you have a lot of questions, Ann... But now, please tell me where it is first, I'll pick it up, it won't refuse."

"While I'd love to say 'yes, Captain, I'll have the room and chairs ready', Oliver Ramon, please answer my question head-on - what's up with Nemo? already?"

"I don't know how he is." Oliver spoke slowly, as if every word was draining his strength. "This is where the problem lies."

"Ann, I made an appointment with Nemo... When he returns from this mission, he wants to have a good talk with you, and I will be with him."

Oliver put his hand on the doorknob, his back to Ann, his voice soft.

"Now I will fulfill this promise for him."

Ann didn't ask any more, she took a deep look at Oliver: "...Since you're talking about this."

Oliver went to pick up Bagelmore, and the queen went to prepare the room. And Adrian Cross tightened the buckle on the high-collar monk's uniform and stood up a little unsteadily.

"I guess we have a little time before the meeting." The former knight commander stood in front of the window, his dark brown pupils were like clear amber in the brilliant light.

"I have a question for you, Jessie."

He smiled and spoke again.

"...No, I have a question for you, Danny."

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Furry Jesse, Furry Danny.

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