Top of the Giant Tree

Oliver looked at Nemo in surprise.

Before escorting the reconnaissance team, Oliver himself had no particular opinion on the "Demon Slayer" O'Lori. It's a pity that even if they have their own positions, in the end, the demon caused Nemo to be seriously injured and fall to the bottom of the abyss, so he regained his memory.

Right now he doesn't have much affection for the ancient demon.

If you guessed correctly, the magic circle traps encountered by Adrian Cross are also 80% perfected by Oluori. The demon nearly destroyed the entire reconnaissance team by himself.

He thought that the other party had already escaped under the shroud of the Destruction Circle. To be honest, it was the first time Oliver began to think about it. Before tonight, his mind was full of the cracked and shaken ground, the people screaming, and Nemo's face in the memory - doomsday, determination and longing filled his heart, not to mention the movements of Aurore, he even occasionally forgot to give Add some hay to your horse.

Yet Nemo's image shows no anger or displeasure. Instead, his demon king looked a little sad.

Capturing the breath keenly, Della Lenien frowned slightly.

"He's gone, Della Layne."

Nemo picks up a more moderate statement.

"Well, thank you. Now I can take back the body waiting at the entrance of the abyss." Della Layne nodded, not looking surprised.

But he still looked at Nemo and asked one more thing: "...you killed him?"

No hatred or anger, it sounded more like pure confirmation.

"No, he saved me."

"Then my flesh and blood will be used up, and my lifespan will naturally run out. I understand, thank you for your explanation."

No details, no cause and effect.

The sage of the abyss pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, quickly recovered from the joy of escaping the doomsday, and no longer showed his excitement to meet the pillar of the world. as a coordinator of this call. With a rare calm expression on her face, Della Lane turned around, as if she didn't intend to stay here for long.

The phantom of the Demon King stretched out his right hand, and the soil and stone chips gathered above his palm, then twisted and melted, turning into a clear spar. The uniform black shadow circled around it quickly a few times and got in.

"He mentioned you once. This is my memory. Everything about his death is recorded in it. As his partner, I think you are qualified to know the truth." Nemo said, Command the spar to fly to the abyss sage with his back to him.

The latter did not look back, but just stretched out his hand and firmly caught the peach pit-sized spar.

"The last moment of the Demon Slayer is considered intelligence. Speaking of which, you paid your real name for Cahill Edwards' last words." The sage of the abyss is still the same In a lazy tone, "Do you want a deal? A way to get out of the bottom of the abyss, or something else—"

"It's not a deal." Nemo replied.

"I don't understand." Della Lennion squeezed the spar, it was a little warm and unreasonably annoying.

"If I have to give a reason, I don't quite understand it myself. I just think it might be of some value to you."

Dara Lennion still did not look back, he directly ignited the transport paper roll and disappeared into the air.

This is very close to Garland, and when the abyss sage opened his eyes again, he had already appeared on the second floor of the Dawning Tavern. He has a room here, he will always have a room here.

To be honest, he didn't want to leave at all. It was the short-lived demon king phantom on the surface, the will of the world beneath his feet. As an important character who has done a lot of work, I should have taken the opportunity to cultivate some good feelings with those people in Tumbleweed and enhance their relationship, whether it is sincere or false - as long as I succeed, I will be able to get closer to those amazing existences. .

It would be unparalleled happiness.

But with the new information that appears now, he must sort it out as soon as possible to prevent more anomalies. After all, this time the mutation did not come from outside, but from himself.

According to the normal lifespan of lantern blind bugs, O'Lore is long overdue. Death was a bargain for O'Lorrie - he lingered on for so long that every breath was bound to be accompanied by excruciating pain and torture. The overly stubborn lantern-blind insect has no attachment to the surface, but only relies on a certain obsession to support it, forcing itself to live, as if completing a certain task.

Deralainen remembered very clearly that not long ago he proposed to this extremely aging demon that he wanted to give him a painless death in person.

Nowadays, O'Rouree no longer insists on this meaningless self-torture, and no longer continues to consume those precious eyeballs. I should be immersed in a sense of complete relief, Della Laineen thought.

It should be.

He slowly pressed his hands to the table.

No one cleaned for a long time, a thin layer of dust fell on the table. The crystals that are usually used to communicate with Oro Rui are still placed on the table, and the light is flickering. Delarione activated it habitually, then realized that she had done something stupid without any logic.

It's strange, he obviously didn't feel heartache, sadness, or resistance to reality.

Deralainen knew exactly what he would have done, and he would try to understand the death of the legendary demon, adding this information to his memory with joy.

The sage of the abyss squeezed the spar with his thumb and forefinger and brought it in front of him - it was a translucent orange-red gem, like a solidified morning glow, the color was slightly familiar.

Dara Layne is well aware of the usage of this thing. You only need to break it, and the magic in it will evaporate, turn into an illusion, and take him to the scene where O'Lori died.

He knocked the fragile spar towards the corner of the table, but his hand stopped in mid-air. For some reason, he was suddenly in a mood.

After watching it, it's really over.

The abyss sage thought about it, opened the drawer, pulled a rough leather rope, put the spar on it casually, and hung it around his neck.

It's not too late to look at your abnormal situation. The body at the entrance to the abyss can stay there, thinking with all its might—

He had never collected this kind of reaction in human emotional patterns, he could not explain his mood. It was as bland as everything was normal, but there was a bit of burnout and emptiness in it. His behavior deviates from his usual pattern, which is a terrible event.

There must be an explanation.

On this point, Della Layne is very determined.

He clapped the dust on his hands, cast a cleaning spell on the room, and then gently put the still flashing communication crystal back into the drawer. Della Lainene walked to the first floor of the tavern and discreetly checked the door lock.

His eyes stayed on the dark wooden table of the tavern for a few seconds, then moved away silently.

"Thorn!" Ten minutes later, a roar erupted from the stronghold of the Steel Wolf Mercenary Group.

Captain Fenrir Troy's face flushed with anger: "You bastard! Are you kidding me if you leave the team mission at will? Do you still want to do it?"

"...Sorry, something happened at home. I'm afraid I'll have to take two days off." Della Lennion responded fluently.

"Tsk." Fenrir scratched his hair irritably, "Okay, okay. Submit an incident note later, and if it makes sense, I'll spare you this time. ...If the situation is too serious, remember to apply for the team's subsidy."

Dara Lane twitched the corners of her mouth.

The head of the steel wolf mercenary group sighed fiercely, and carefully looked up and down this disobedient member.

"Hurry up and write your report, bastard." Fenrir's voice was still a little stiff. "Also, the new pendant is good."

"Yeah." Della Lainene weighed the cold spar, and the strange emotions that made him vigilant surged again.

"I'd like to wear it longer if possible," he heard himself say.

Frontier Forest.

After Delarion left, the atmosphere calmed down a little.

Oliver didn't hide his plans this time. From sunrise to sunset, this may be the longest all-hands meeting in Tumbleweed's history.

Oliver spent the whole morning talking about the next arrangement, and the afternoon was full of ridicule and nonsense of the members. The topics are scattered and unfocused, but with the exception of Adrian and Nemo, almost everyone is looking for boring topics with gusto. No one wants to get up and leave.

This skull can only temporarily retain the will of the World Pillar on the surface for a period of time, and it is not suitable to take Ulysses' skull to the town. The Tumbleweed's Dangerous crew tend to stay here and enjoy watching the end of the world disappear in its cradle for a while.

And just as the sun was about to set, Ann had already started chewing sweet grass roots intentionally or unintentionally, trying to keep her belly from screaming too loudly.

"Ann, if you're hungry..." Oliver was the first to remind.

"I'm sorry, alas, it's all my fault."

The female warrior stood up, stretched her waist relaxedly, and her voice regained her former vitality: "Since the surface of the earth will not explode, I have to go back to the royal city to talk to Delia and the wild dog. Be safe sir - it looks like my job won't end at the end of the world, really."

She glanced at Nemo, shrugged her shoulders: "Don't forget what I said, remember to send it to the door early so I can beat it."

Nemo nodded solemnly.

"Let's go, Dylan." Seeing the other party's serious attitude, Ann turned her head a little stiffly and grabbed the hair around Jesse's long mouth.

"…Huh? Miss Savage, I didn't catch it."

"Please take me back to the royal city. This is the Alban frontier, and I can easily be noticed when I walk through the teleportation array." An lowered his voice. "It won't take you an hour to go back and forth - I won't pray, but can I lend you the best pastry chef in the city for a while, consider it?"

"Ed, wait for me at the hotel in Noe City." The **** of the earth said solemnly, and flicked his tail. "Let's go, Miss Savage."

Ann glanced at Oliver who was next to Nemo's phantom, thought for a few seconds, pulled the grey parrot from the ground and put it on his shoulder.

"What are you doing—?!"

"Don't be noisy, give them some space." Ann pinched the grey parrot's beak, "Come with me, anyway..."

In the direction that no one can see, the corner of her mouth raised a little arc: "Anyway, everyone is still there. You heard Ramon's plan, we will see you soon."

After the white figure of the giant beast disappeared into the sky, Adrian Cross also stood up and nodded briefly to Oliver: "I will wait for Jesse in Noe City. The two may want to I'll be alone for a while, and I'll bring some supplies at noon tomorrow."

There were only two people left in the tense battlefield the day before.

As the sun sinks across the horizon, the sky becomes clearer. Like the blazing magic circle finally extinguished, the chirping of insects sounded again. Birds flew by in the night sky, and there was a rustling sound again in the grass in the distance. As the abnormal pressure dissipated, the nearby forest was rapidly reviving.

Oliver looked left and right and moved his lower arm. Then he carefully picked up the Demon King's skull and hugged it hard.

"Oli?" Nemo raised an eyebrow. His visions were attached to the skull and could only move with it.

Oliver did not answer, he smiled, took a few steps away, and selected the tallest tree nearby—it was so sturdy that it needed four people to hug, and it was strong enough to withstand the spell hurricane not long ago, It is particularly dazzling among the ordinary trees that are twisted and twisted.

The next second, Oliver jumped directly to the top of the tree, sat down on the thickest branch, and placed the skull firmly beside him.

The air at the heights is slightly cooler. At this height, half of the border forest can be seen. The Ash Mountains are continuous in the distance, and the two of them today will not be too troubled by the darkness, and the ups and downs of the mountains are still clear.

Oliver sighed and leaned on the devil's skull.

"Now, my Mr. White." His voice was full of laughter, "It's not my backyard, but it's about—"

In fact, the gap is not small, Oliver thought. He could rest his head on "Mr. White", now it can't even support his shoulders.

Only this time he was no longer muttering to himself - his demon king was beside him, smiled and shook his head at him, sat on his back and looked up at the magnificent starry sky.

"Now we can chat casually."