Stray - Chapter 230

    Adrian Cross was not surprised by the warning.

    The ex-judgment knight’s face was calm, and the finger that just released the arrow was still slowly seeping blood. He quietly swallowed the bread that Jesse shoved over, without even a second of surprise on his face.

    After finishing the white bread politely and quickly, Adrian finally spoke, throwing a brief question at the restless choir: “Mad believer?”

    The young man with unusual eyes nodded cautiously. He looked extremely nervous, making sure that the other party understood what he meant, the young man saluted again to the four of Tumbleweed, and quickly returned to the reconnaissance team that was far away.

    Jessie let out a short “ha”, not taking back the subtle smile on her face in time.

    “Mad believers?” Oliver was full of questions, and he decided to start with the clearest one.

    Nemo next to him quickly unloaded a pack of ham from the goat, and the tumbleweed mage used the shadow as a chopping board to neatly make a simple sandwich. Letting the Shadow Blade fly up and down, Nemo’s eyes locked on the Knight Commander—

    “Well, I can see it. Since the gentleman came to remind him, he should have heard something. Mr. Ramon, has the mage asked you for trouble?”

    “…not to mention trouble, but the gentleman is not very friendly.” Oliver recalled the contemptuous “sinner”.

    “I don’t think they’re going to make you their primary target based on how you two have just fought. If they do plan to do something, Mr. Dylan and I are in greater danger. .”

    “This is the abyss, and we are the escort.” Nemo stopped the Shadow Blade in shock, “Would anyone really choose this time to cause trouble?”

    “Because it is in the abyss, some things will happen more ‘naturally’.” Jesse glanced at the red-robed mage in the distance, pointed at the person beside him with his chin, and touched it smoothly A freshly made sandwich. “You see.”

    Although the people of Ladism gather in one place, they are far apart from the believers of Muni. But if you look closely, the believers within the Rad Sect seem to be vaguely divided into two groups. Discipline Bishop Felix was clearly standing in a group far away from the mage.

    Considering the comprehensiveness of the intelligence, the people of the Rad Cult must also be divided into two teams. As a member of the Radhist escort, there are only two people on the horizon, and in order to maintain the balance of power, Tumbleweed is destined to act separately.

    “The reconnaissance team may find a lot of things, and if it is successful in bringing back valuable information, it will be a great achievement no matter which religion. There is also a power struggle within the Ladism, you know, it is a behemoth after all— Guess, there will only be one faction coming to seek merit?” The blond young man hummed.

    “Since it’s an internal struggle, why are they coming at us?” Oliver gasped with a toothache and asked subconsciously.

    “Don’t forget, dear commander. We are the guards chosen by the Pope himself.” Jesse said with a smile, “That old fox is very shrewd. No one likes black badges, this On the way, Mr. Bishop’s attitude was very good. He must have been specially instructed by the Pope not to be an enemy of us… Ah, I even started to admire that sly old guy. “

    “If our **** is successful, he has enough intelligence and can sell us more favors. If we fail – oh, I don’t think so, you basically know this team actual situation.”

    Hearing the disrespectful title to the Pope, Adrian frowned and glared at Jesse: “This is one of them.”

    After saying that, the knight commander twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly: “In addition to interests, there is also faith. The last pope focused on maintaining the ‘glory of God’ and was extremely strict with pagans. Since Lord Quinn took office , the policy has softened a lot, but it’s all based on ignoring some of the harsh dogma.”

    He let out a small sigh.

    “When it comes to the followers of the last Pope, some people are indeed dissatisfied because of the interests Dylan said. But there are also some people who believe that Lord Quinn is sacrificing the glory of Chenni in exchange for dirty wealth.”

    The Glory of Zeni.

    Nemo silently folded his freshly baked sandwiches, rolling his eyes inwardly.

    Mr. Dylan has no glory to sacrifice. If the so-called glory can really be exchanged for gold coins, even if Dylan put the “Glory” in the auction, he would not be at all surprised – after all, their fortune-tellers don’t even cherish their faces, let alone such a high-level thing as glory. .

      Although belief is also about interests, extreme belief conflicts are difficult to reconcile.

    Let’s not say that attacking comrades wherever they are placed is a deplorable behavior, and the dogma of the fanatics should not allow them to do that. So if you want to express your resistance to the current Pope Ladd, attacking the tumbleweed is the least morally burdensome.

    Especially Adrian Cross, who “betrayed” from the Laddism but was passively pursued by the Pope.

    Nimo took a silent bite of the sandwich, and stuffed a smashed ham on the shoulder of the self-absorbed Grey Parrot.

    Pope Dwayne Quinn should have been able to foresee this, and the knight commander who was once a high-ranking Ruddite knew what he would face. The deal they signed that day at Clement’s Cathedral was perhaps more heavy than they thought.

    “Sorry, I didn’t think it through.” Oliver took a few deep breaths.

    “You have no choice.” The knight commander said calmly, “At that point in time, promising the Pope was indeed the best decision for the team.”

    “If it were me.” Jesse put an arm around the Knight’s neck and changed the subject neatly. “I will collect the information and return to the surface successfully before I start. Although the mad believers are crazy, they are not brainless… If we meet as soon as possible, there will be no major problems.”

    “Oli and I deal with the fanatic.” Nemo swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.

    “You are also a good target, ‘Devil Believer’ Nemo Wright. I think they hate you as much as I do.” The knight commander shook his head slightly and took Nemo with both hands Handed sandwiches. “The bishop has the Pope’s entrustment in front of him, so he shouldn’t stare at you and pick on you. The probability of you and Mr. Ramon being exposed is lower.”

    Adrian’s tone was a little irrefutable: “No matter who of you is exposed, the situation will be much worse than me. Dylan is considered a strong man for now. If the two of us cooperate, in terms of combat effectiveness is enough.”

    “Honey, your fiery trust makes my heart tremble.” Jesse pressed her chest and said affectionately.

    “And.” The knight commander ignored Jesse who was approaching, “Mr. Wright, if this topic is over, can you explain the situation of this parrot?”

    “…”

    The reconnaissance team spent a full week investigating the fifth set of magic circles. Unfortunately, the gravity maze is special, and they can no longer use the puppet bird to bring out any information. By the time the reconnaissance team arrived at Ghost’s Throat, the exhausted team had been in the abyss tunnel for a month.

    Only the tumbleweeds had the spirit to react to the spectacle in front of them.

    The ground here is eccentric, hard and smooth, with a hazy white glow. The light was very soft, not harsh at all, but it also illuminated everything in front of them.

    There are surprisingly few demons who choose to inhabit here. There is endless darkness overhead, and the glowing ground of pearly white below, the scenery is as clean as an illusion. The pearly white ground continued to undulate and folded not far from them, dividing two natural passages.

    Nemo finally understands why it’s called “Ghost Throat”.

    “A lot of them arrived here, very good, very good.” Commander Lugo said weakly, rolling his one-eyed eyelids. “Now it’s time to divide the team. One dragon on one side, that’s not to say. Our people will also be divided into two parts, and you can do the rest at will, human.”

    He even gave a vicious shriek.

    “This is a balance between intelligence and life, everyone, please don’t be too sharp.”

    The knight commander looked at the young man who had specially warned them – as expected, the choir members were assigned to the group of fanatics.

    After all, His Holiness the Pope has been working on disbanding the choir.

    “Come on, Dylan.” Adrian hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted Jesse’s back lightly.

    Jesse is grabbing Baglemoru with both hands in high interest, forcing eye contact with Grey Parrot, who tries to imitate the owl, trying to turn his head straight back – it even looks like it’s about to succeed .

    The appearance of the mutated flat snake in the gravity labyrinth flashed across his mind, and Adrian couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and squeeze his eyebrows. The abyss was strange, and even the things they knew became absurd.

    Eight hundred meters long giant demon.

    Glancing at the parrot that was struggling in Jesse’s hands, the former knight commander frowned and shook his head, reluctantly pressing the memory of that dangerous superior demon back to his heart.

    Compared to Nemo Wright, Bagelmore’s situation is at least within reason. Now it seems that it has successfully regained its due strength through the body, and the arrogance unique to the superior demon finally has a shadow – after all, not long ago, even a pure human Ann Savage could make it shriveled.

    Business is important. Adrian looked back.

    A week is enough for them to make a decision.

    Godwin Lopez was clearly determined to keep an eye on Nemo after Bagelmore had a blast in the Gravity Labyrinth. Since the two of Horizon didn’t plan to split up, Nemo and Oliver tentatively followed Felix, the preceptor, and shoved the crying grey parrot to Jesse.

    “It is an important combat force.” The head of the tumbleweed solemnly instructed.

    However, now Jesse Dylan is holding their important fighting force in one hand and the Fuller goat in the other, leaning towards the fanatic with joy.

    “Although the environment is not very beautiful, this is still our two worlds, Ed.” The blond young man winked at him ambiguous.

    But that couldn’t hide the slightly pale face of Mr. Dylan.

    Adrian sighed, stepped forward, and touched Jesse’s forehead. After confirming that the temperature was normal, he put down his hand with a little worry: “If you are not feeling well, please don’t hold on. Go through the throat of the ghost, and it is not far from the bottom of the abyss… Anything could happen there.”

    “Oh, of course I know.” Jesse instantly released the parrot in his hand, grabbed the hand and kissed unceremoniously. “You cared enough to heal me, my dear.”

    Glancing at those unusually calm blue pupils, the Knight Commander lowered his gaze and retracted his hand.

    But at the moment when he was about to speak, the tickling feeling of being peeped by others quickly climbed up his back. Adrian took two steps forward subconsciously, clenching the metal bow and acting as a guard beside the choir member.

    He instinctively looked at some darkness in the distance. The feeling came and went quickly—the darkness over there was dead and lifeless.

    Illusions?

    “Oops, your breathing stopped.” In the darkness, a voice came from the dull communication crystal, and the tone was still wonderful. “Anyone watching?”

    “Close’s intuition is good.” The demon wrapped in the armor said solemnly.

    “When are you going to be on the sidelines?” Della Lenien complained loudly at the crystal, “You should know, O’Lore, that you can’t get too close to the bottom of the abyss now. Even if Connecting the main body with magic power, my eyeballs can’t stand the breath of the Demon King. Not to mention the ones that I cut apart and gave to you – you’d better deal with them quickly and return to the surface.”

    The voice of the abyss sage became a little serious.

    “I don’t want to spare a body to do nothing and wait for you near the entrance to the abyss.”

    “Witherspoon failed to solve them.” O’Lorore did not answer the other party’s question directly.

    “Tsk, I taught him how to control the doll. Why, he was frightened by the breath of the ‘Demon King’ again?”

    “After all, it’s a magma worm. Knowing that Wright is a fake, he won’t flinch just because of a breath. He was defeated by Bagelmore.”

    “Interesting, is the upgraded Corvene flat snake? It’s a case worth studying.”

    “The parrot is still following them.” O’Rouree touched the hilt of the great sword behind him. “At present, I haven’t killed their terrain advantage at one time, and it’s not yet time for me to expose. If there is no problem with the arrangement, the group of people who went to investigate the hidden magic circle is dead, and I don’t need to take a special shot – I will continue to follow Nemo. Wright’s side.”

    The line of sight passed through the gap on the helmet, and those orange-red eyes swept to the reconnaissance team in the distance. Demon Slayer’s voice was extremely cold.

    “This side… um, if they continue to explore without realizing it, Wright still has the possibility of surviving alone.”

    “And you can’t allow that to happen.”

    “Yes.”