Lord of Illusions

Judgment Knight Parrish Sherman, who is good at spying intelligence, is not in good shape.

In the annihilation of the abyss church headquarters by the Rad Sect, he personally ignited the flesh and blood, and used the coordinates of the corpse to locate the army. This spell is extremely dangerous. Fortunately, the Church of Silent did not know why it went underground. The abyss believers who lost their nests were very easy to deal with. The battle went very smoothly and did not require long-term guidance. Life.

As one of the few seriously injured and the only guide, Parrish has been rewarded handsomely.

However, unlike those guys who are not firm in their beliefs, Parish doesn't plan to believe in "God of War". Even if there is such a gentle miracle, it is definitely a blessing from Chenni.

But when he just recovered, the depths of his mind were always a little unclear. It felt like not getting enough sleep the night before, or forgetting something insignificant.

In the past two years, as a member of the trial knight, he naturally glanced at the tumbleweed information. Every time he saw Alban's queen Ann Savage, and the infamous "Knight of Ashes" Oliver Lopez, the feeling of forgetting something grew stronger.

Anything aside from Ann Savage, Parrish always had a strange intuition—Oliver Lopez might be a clever liar who deliberately misled public opinion. The notoriety circulating among the people always made him feel that something was wrong.

However, a little sense of inconsistency is not enough to make Parish leave his job and investigate it persistently. Now the opportunity has come, perhaps during the smooth march, he can observe the situation of the tumbleweed more closely.

Speaking of which, it's a pity.

Parrish turned his gaze from the back of Godwin's head to the head of the tumbleweed, and couldn't help but sigh quietly in his heart.

Since the apostasy of Adrian Cross, the position of the Knight Commander of Judgment has been left vacant. The strength gap of the candidates is very small, and then the open and secret infighting of various factions is stirred up, and now several candidates are acting very actively as their nominal "deputies".

Pope Quinn turned a blind eye to the vacancy of the past two years. There was no delay in the horizontal and vertical matters, and the speed of resolution was faster. Parish simply suspected that his old man had long decided to watch a good show, and took the opportunity to sort out the scattered power accumulated within the Rudd Church for hundreds of years.

If only Godwin Lopez's faith were firmer.

At least for now, no matter in terms of strength, reputation or image, even if it is just an honorary title, Godwin is more suitable for that position than all the candidates in the Rad Sect.

If it wasn't for the past two years, Godwin Lopez's enthusiasm for the Ruddism has not increased but decreased, and even Parish himself would have tried to lobby the great human hero .

Godwin rode quietly on his white steed, his dark red cloak blown by the wind. The orange-red halo of the holy sword breaking through the air filled the air, and easily defeated the magic puppets that were sticky and not even life.

They are made of dark shadows, stones or dust, and from the edge to the center of this dead city, they wriggle and fall on the walls of the stones, and their numbers are increasing.

To be fair, normal mid-level demons are better to deal with - living creatures at least have a minimum of fear, and a little bit of life temperature. Right now these deadly assassins don't even need to breathe.

There is no fixed form, they can easily disguise as part of a huge dead city and slowly climb out of any corner.

Fortunately, this is not a desolate and empty ruin, but a labyrinth-like stone forest. These things have no space to be crushed by quantity. This means that for sufficiently experienced warriors, these conjuration golems are not a mortal threat as long as they take advantage of the terrain.

But as long as they keep going, the stuff keeps coming.

It seems that Godwin's judgment is correct, this expedition is completely unsuitable for a protracted battle.

The Horizon's deputy head warrior Victor quickly got the order to lead the human elite to try to disperse these slow-moving enemies and ensure that the vanguard of the expedition army does not disperse.

The Chief Mage of the Horizon rarely controls the formation with the deputy head.

Debbie Wright seemed to have the hallucination of being a scout at this moment, her chestnut horse almost passed Godwin several times, and Godwin reluctantly called back to her side .

The elves nimbly drilled into the gap, and the arrow rain with the magic circle firmly nailed the creeping darkness to the ground. The one-eyed dwarves set up defenses and walked forward. The giant dragons simply regained a certain shape, directly wrapped the erosion spell around their claws, and trampled mercilessly.

Being in the human team, the sound of metal and stone colliding is endless, and the sound of magic explosions is one after another. Compared with the sudden **** rain and the screams that cut through the air, this dull feeling of suffocation is even more suffocating.

Parrish exhaled slowly, and released a small group of worm puppets with crystal stones embedded in their abdomens to the southeast, watching the feedback status of the crystal in his hand vigilantly.

Everyone is busy except Oliver Lopez not far away.

The leader of the tumbleweed didn't even draw his sword. He rode leisurely on the black horse and was talking to the braided girl sitting sideways on the back of the goat. The eyes are full of smiles that are unique to men in love.

My own "Oliver Lopez is not that bad" idea is an illusion after all. Parish gritted his teeth.

Don't dare to take a breath, this **** still has the mind to flirt with women.

Not only the life and death of unrelated people, the head of the tumbleweed obviously doesn't even care about his own people.

After all, it is not far away, the giant snake demon with trembling legs roared loudly, its stout tail swept across the dead city, and the smoke from the collapsed stalagmites was like smoke from a forest fire . Cross, the apostate, is using the power that he stole from nowhere, trying to limit the movement of the demon with strong light.

The giant snake stretched its body and crushed it **** the ground for a few weeks, and the ground suddenly trembled.

The dull sound climbed up the boots, straight to the forehead, Parish stopped watching Oliver Lopez, lowered his body weight vigilantly, and moved to the other side of the team.

until the serpent disappeared from their sight.

Oliver Lopez straightened his waist at this time, no longer showing that idle and slappy look. For some reason, Parish always thought he looked a little nervous.

In the next second, a mutation will occur.

The sky above is still dark, and the flying and illuminated demon skulls suddenly speed up the shuttle between the stalagmites.

The cold sandy ground under people's feet turned into lawns and stone roads, the temperature suddenly rose a lot, and the chill around was no longer so unbearable.

Without warning, the dark dead city was resurrected.

The black stones are like shrunken grass blades that restore moisture, gradually expand, become flat, and have a regular shape. Immediately, brightly hued paint and shingles spilled out from the flat surface, forming structures known to the various races on the surface.

A giant tree that shouldn't exist here rose from the ground, and buildings belonging to various races and styles were strangely and harmoniously blended together. Looking at the limited light, it seems that the most prosperous city on the ground is cut out into small pieces, and then subtly pinched in one place.

But the more familiar the scene, the more terrifying the darkness above and the floating skull.

Judgment Knight Parish swallowed quietly, drew his sword, and swept around vigilantly.

Something's not right, isn't it... too quiet?

The moment he realized this, Parrish's back exploded with hot sweat, and the undershirt inside the armor was soaked.

Controlled by the two villains of the tumbleweed, the giant snake left behind by the expedition should be still struggling, but now it is silent. And the figure of the 19th-generation Demon King who should be far away, still a long way from them...

The Devil is not where he should be.

They were distracted by the appearance of their hometown transformed from the dead city, and made a fatal mistake.

Just under a second after the change ended.

The overwhelming magical pressure bombarded down, and the judge knight, who was not weak in itself, spit out a mouthful of blood. The head of a huge alien protruded from the darkness not far away, and that head alone was half the size of the original dragon.

The sharp fangs as thick as a bell tower shimmered in the darkness, and the cold and emotionless eyes were tightly locked on the expedition army that suddenly seemed small in front of him. The dark scales are dense and thick, and the edges roll over the streamer. Parrish was a little unsure—perhaps his own sword could not penetrate the scales when he pierced it all the way.

The truth is worse than they thought.

They've been calculated from the ground up.

That giant snake, this city, is definitely part of a trap - the Nineteenth Generation is undoubtedly a sinister and clever guy. After being disturbed by the giant snake, they subconsciously believed that it was the guard of the Demon King, thinking that the Demon King would obediently wait for them in the middle of the city as in the legend.

The demon king of this generation deliberately imitated Ulysses' breath two years ago, which is probably also a conspiracy. It wasn't a show of power, but it was leading them to make a wrong judgment, thinking it was on par with Ulysses.

Parrish has never been in contact with Ulysses, but as far as he remembers Ulysses' information, the new demon king in front of him is a dozen times bigger.

…Ulysses was able to destroy the surface elite four times…

will die here.

Instinct thoughts came out of my heart uncontrollably. Under the impact of the seemingly endless magical pressure, Parish trembled after a long absence.

And he wasn't alone, the knight of judgment was sure he heard a few desperate sobbings.

Only two survived the last expedition, and Oliver Lopez killed one of them. At present, the only person who has expedition experience is Carapan of the Muni religion. Most people do not know how it feels to face the master of the abyss—

It was unadulterated, pure terror.

As one of the judge knights who are loyal to the gods and have a firm belief, Parish can't even tell a single thought to pray or regret.

This time it was Godwin Lopez who made the first move.

Like all heroes in religious legends, the head of the Horizon seems to lack the feeling of "fear".

The strong light of the magic circle lit up, and the white horse stepped on the illusory magic circle, and under the master's instruction, rushed directly towards the terrifying beast in front of him—

With the admiration that almost made him cry, Parish finally recovered from the state of being horrified and unable to move, and subconsciously turned his eyes to the direction of another Lopez.

On the dark horse, there was only the figure of the girl with braids.

At some point, Oliver Lopez disappeared. Mostly seeing that the situation has changed, the odds of winning are small and unprofitable, and they slip away quietly.

Fuck Oliver Lopez.

Parrish completely abandoned that inexplicable tolerance, cursed in the bottom of his heart, and then formed a formation with the vanguard team around him.

The palms of his hands were full of cold sweat, and the lit defensive circle finally allowed him to breathe again. The subsequent expeditionary troops quickly followed, and the formation was constantly being completed.

Under the leadership of Godwin, the expedition battle against the nineteenth generation demon king officially kicked off—

No one noticed a grey parrot sneaking past in the dark.

"Ramon!...Oops, so you were going to walk over there."

Baggarmoru stopped in the air on a stone road in the illusion, raising his voice with joy.

"How is it? How was my performance just now?"

"Very powerful." Oliver raised his arm, let the parrot stop on his wrist armor, and poked the fluffy bird feather with a smile.

"Clos and Dylan take a detour, they've already started preparations." The grey parrot used its beak to manage the feathers skillfully, clacking its beak. "Godwin has already started... If I hadn't found a safe place to stop the main body, I would definitely have found you earlier!"

"It's okay." The smile on Oliver's face grew stronger and stronger, "I know the way."

Like visions in a nightmare, they light up one by one, as if to guide him.

"Bah." The parrot spat discontentedly, "I don't care about you! The great Lord Bagelmoru is ready to go back to the goat. Deralainen will bring it back to the surface anyway, Right? ... Tell me, you didn't eat up all the almond cookies while I was away."

"Don't worry, there are two bags left."

"Oh." Bagelmore raised his head arrogantly, "Then I'll take a step first."

"See you on the surface." Oliver flicked its head lightly.

Soon, he was alone again.

At first, Oliver took advantage of the fact that people were attracted by the illusion, opened the space tunnel directly, and quickly left the team. Although he can't teleport like Nemo, he can still find an efficient and safe passage for himself.

But the nostalgic atmosphere was in front of him, but Oliver couldn't help but slow down and chose to move forward slowly with his feet.

Holding the sword of rest in his hand, Oliver stepped on the stone road step by step. The twisted road that made people stand on end seemed to have no end, but it made his heart beat faster and faster.

Finally, the road came to an end and the light was no longer on.

This is the center of the dead city, and the open space that is deliberately demarcated is neat and empty. In the subtle light from the skull, a figure stood quietly in the middle of the open space.

Oliver stopped when there were still more than ten steps to meet.

Rough black robe, broken staff. In front of him, the real Demon King raised his eyes, his eyes full of smiles.

"Good evening, Ollie," he greeted lightly.

Oliver's lips trembled slightly, he should have responded with the same ease, but the backlog of thoughts was thicker than he thought.

After a long silence, Oliver licked his dry lips, and finally spoke: "Nimo, consider keeping the ring in good condition. Before I give you the ring—"

"Huh?"

"Can I ask you to dance?"

The knight who was no longer a human did not extend his hand, he raised his sword, and the gray fog suddenly swept away, full of fighting intent.

"Of course."

"...I waited two years, Ollie."

The author has something to say:

Fight! !

But it will be a serious duel, because the next chapter will talk about XDDD

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Oli: (≧ω≦) I’m going to see Nemo!

Debbie: (≧ω≦) Yes, big brother is going home!

Godwin: I tried my best, I really can’t get up, I really tried my best... With these two guys around, I really don’t feel nervous! _(:з」∠)_

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Oli: (≧ω≦) I’m going to see Nemo!

Dara: …shut up.