Stray - Chapter 235

    Final Farewell

    In an instant, it was like the sun shining into the abyss.

     Countless shining layers of light closed above their heads, getting brighter and brighter. The dark void above everyone’s heads was instantly filled with white light that hurt people’s eyes. The large black crack was exposed to the strong light, and the original russet appearance of the rock was revealed for the first time.

    O’Lori turned all the blood-red magic glow into a light shield, and used all the burning power on defense. Then he took out some odd prop, and carefully activated it behind the light shield—

    In terms of the subtle abyss magic fluctuations, it seems to be some kind of advanced teleportation item, but it is not important now.

    Nimo didn’t hold back. He swung the staff horizontally, and the black shadow shot in all directions. He tried to hold up a safe space, but unfortunately failed very simply.

    His cognition is not yet completely clear, even if he has the peak power that can be achieved in human form, he is not a “complete devil” in the heyday of power. Now Nemo’s shadow is becoming more and more unstable, and under the increasingly intense white light, the darkness melts as quickly as ice and snow blowing by hot air.

    The battlefield is in chaos.

    The blind lantern bugs without sight may smell the strong aura of destruction in the white light. They stop attacking at the same time, screeching as if to escape, and crawling down quickly.

    The sturdy limbs twisted wildly, the boulders flew around, and the sharp rocks exploded and splashed. Under the scrambling **** of the soldiers, the people of the reconnaissance team couldn’t help raising their heads, squinting their eyes, and looking at the bright radiance wrapped in the aura of destruction.

    The preceptor Bishop Felix sucked in a breath of cold air, and his brain was numb, as if he was slammed into the head by a hammer.

    Felix recognized their enemies, as did the leaders of the Muni. For thousands of years, the mysterious and eccentric demon slayer Orori has set a deadly trap that will kill them all.

    They have long forgotten this thing, but O’Lori still remembers it and turns it into a weapon—

    Hundreds of slumbering circles of destruction, all made up of destructive spells.

    The original expedition army was afraid that the demon king would use the teleportation array to climb out, or some extreme dangerous powers on the surface designed to release the demon king. Thousands of years ago, the surface races built such a group of destruction arrays in the lower half of the abyss. They will automatically activate when the Demon King attempts to climb out of the bottom of the abyss and reach a certain height.

    Unfortunately, for a demon of the level of the Demon King, the effect of the magic circle is more inclined to warning and restraint than killing.

    The powerful destruction formation can’t really hurt the Demon King, but the majestic surface power is enough to make it choose another way because of discomfort, like using strong light to dispel the dark beast.

    But for other surface races, that power is enough to destroy all hope of survival.

    It is normal to think about it. In order not to let the danger leak, just sacrificing a few surface teams is really a good deal.

    Unfortunately, for thousands of years, the devil has been quietly guarding the bottom of the abyss, never triggering it. The surface had no chance to recharge these circles, and over time, this group of terrifying circles of destruction turned into lines of text in ancient books.

    The preceptor clenched his teeth and tasted blood from his mouth. Even though he had faced high-level demons on the surface and experienced countless dangerous and frantic battles before, he never gave up hope.

    It was the first time he felt despair from the bottom of his heart, Felix closed his eyes in despair, and was pinned to the spot by the piercing chill.

    With less than ten minutes left for them, it is impossible for the reconnaissance team to repair the teleportation array, or just leave the dragon out of the sphere of influence of the destruction array.

    Eurore calculated everything in advance.

    The circle that has been dormant for thousands of years is difficult to activate immediately. So Orori caused chaos when the underground Demon King was approaching, stalled the reconnaissance team, and by the way delayed the time—

    Maybe it was the tacit understanding between the demons, or maybe it was because Orori knew some special information. The Demon King was uncharacteristically attracted by the battle and charged straight at them.

    until it’s close enough to trigger the circle.

    It seems that Calapan of the Mooney is not too old to be delirious. The terrifying aura that is rapidly approaching that can make the Destruction Circle react like this undoubtedly belongs to the Demon King.

    It’s coming to an end.

    The Discipline Bishop raised his eyes, and his complex eyes swept across the two young mercenaries on the horizon, and finally stopped on the tumbleweed members who were still fighting.

    …A pity for these young talents.

    A few dozen meters away.

    Only obtained the knowledge in the Abyss Church collection, Nemo does not know the details of the Destruction Circle. But according to the current situation, he can guess a rough idea – the surface should have some kind of protection against the Demon King, and Orori took advantage of it.

    Because this surging force undoubtedly belongs to the surface.

    Nimo didn’t know if he could escape from this power, but since the Demon King has not been completely killed yet, he probably survived.

    But he knew Oliver probably couldn’t, and Debbie certainly couldn’t.

    The lover who has been by his side all the time, shouting to protect his relatives before departure, the people he cherishes will be turned to dust in this light. The reconnaissance team will be wiped out here, if Mr. Cross in the distance can’t leave now…

     Strange, Nemo thought. In ten minutes at most, this place will be completely razed to the ground by this force. His lovers and companions are facing a dead end, and the initial confusion has all disappeared at this moment.

    Maybe because he already has a solution in his heart.

    Since realizing that he is the Demon Lord and successfully liberating some of his powers, Nemo has become good at calculating these things. Logically, he should feel sad, angry, and hopeless at this time.

    However, right now, his heart is full of deep reluctance and fear that can corrode his internal organs.

    “Oli, come here.” Nemo called softly.

    Oliver’s face was still full of anxiety, and he was busy commanding the gray fog, trying to erect some kind of shield. But they all understood that the unprepared power was still too fragile in front of this heavy aura of destruction.

    Better than they may not be defeated and die, but they also cannot protect anyone. Given time, maybe the two of them could find a solution with minimal sacrifices, but now…

    Oliver dodged and returned to Nemo.

    Nimo had never looked at each other so seriously—his lover was pale, his forehead was sweaty, but there was something akin to hope burning in his eyes.

    His hero.

    “It’s okay, Ollie.” Nemo spoke as calmly as possible, hiding the bitterness in his tone. “I have a way.”

    Oliver’s eyes lit up and he sighed fiercely: “What do you need me to do?”

    No matter how painful and anxious the eyes are, when they turn to themselves, those eyes are always gentle.

    Nemo opened his mouth, as if a venomous thorn was stuck in his throat. He couldn’t spit out that answer directly. Under his feet, Ulysses was getting closer and closer to them, and the blazing light above his head almost devoured everything. He has no time to be sentimental here.

    As if trying to escape for a few seconds from a desperate situation, Nemo glanced around.

    Godwin was setting up a protective formation without any fuss, delaying the fall of the white light. Debbie did her best to heal the people burned by the light, and the dragon spread its wings, protecting its head and the entire scout party under the wings. Despite seeing no hope of survival, they have not given up.

    If you choose to watch and protect yourself at this moment, maybe he and Oliver can survive and go back together.

    Only the two of them returned alive.

    God knows how much he wants to get back to the surface right now, Nemo has never wanted to see the sun again.

    Nimo doesn’t think he’s the type to sacrifice himself. Most of his time as Nemo Wright was just a weak and ordinary guy.

    If he was the same Nemo Wright who just stepped out of Signpost Town, he was carefree and had no strong attachment to “life” itself. Then he chose to give up himself for the survival of his companions, and he would not have any complaints.

    He used to give up so much.

    But…

    Nimo turned his gaze back to Oliver’s face and forced himself to squeeze the words out of his throat: “Do what you’ve always done. Make the right choices and try to keep everyone alive. You will, right?”

    He said as gently as possible, looking at the other party’s emerald eyes seriously.

    Oliver remained silent as his lover seemed to realize something. For the first time in so long, Nemo saw panic in Oliver’s face.

    But he must continue.

    “The teleportation array is still there, and I can use the remaining loops inside. I can’t directly split the abyss and the surface, but I still remember the coordinates of Return Town. Return Town is within the abyss.”

    “Yes, you can make space cracks.” Oliver licked his lips nervously, his face paler.

    “The space crack requires the coordinates of both sides to be clear, Ollie. Now I only know the coordinates of the end point, and the collision of forces here is too fierce, and it needs to be adjusted at any time.”

    “I can help you, I ripped through space in the Isamel labyrinth—”

    Oliver quickly interrupted Nemo, his lower lip trembling slightly. It’s like rejecting everything that’s about to happen.

    “Yes, but that was when everything was calm. The current situation…well, anyway, I’ll help you locate the coordinates on both sides, you just need to tear up the space.”

     Nemo continued brutally, one hand on the other’s cheek, rubbing the mud and sweat with his trembling fingers.

    “But you just said that under the influence of power, the coordinates here cannot be simply positioned…”

    “Yes.”

    In the radiance of the Destruction Circle, Nemo sighed.

    “…but I can stay here and coordinate myself.”

    The world around them was collapsing rapidly, all colors faded in dazzling white, and then disappeared. Nemo couldn’t keep the calm on his face. His lover may have guessed what he was thinking—

    Oliver stood in front of him, looking fragile and in a trance. Strong fluctuations of power still wrapped around the Sword of Rest, but it seemed as if a gust of wind could turn him into powder.

    This was the first time Nemo saw Oliver shed tears.

    Oliver did not make a sound, tears kept streaming down his cheeks, his eyes were sad and desperate. He opened his mouth slightly, but failed to say anything. He grabbed Nemo’s hand by his cheek and clenched it tightly.

    “Oli, you know who I am, and you know I’m not going to die. This way everyone can survive.”

    Nemo continued with difficulty, trying unsuccessfully to pull out a smile.

    I won’t “die” in the true sense, but no one knows what will happen next – at least Nemo knows very well that if the body is completely destroyed in such a place, the last time it will appear again In the “Demon Lord state” when he fought Witherspoon, what will happen next will not be a good thing.

    If that memory is restored.

    If the one who wakes up again is the complete devil.

    If the “Once You” project has come to an end…

    This time Nemo didn’t raise his staff, he extended his right hand. The huddled red dragon was entangled by the shadow, and was pulled over together with the stone platform carrying the reconnaissance team.

    The black shadow drilled into the lines of the teleportation array, forcibly added new lines, and kept surging. After the unpleasant tearing sound, an irregular dark gap appeared out of thin air, filled with violent, chaotic and chaotic power.

    “Oli, I helped you prop up the passage, you need to tear open the space along it all the way. Protect the scout team, and protect Debbie.”

    “I…”

    A choking finally appeared in Oliver’s voice, his tone saturated with despair. He was still clutching Nemo’s hand against his cheek, shaking violently.

    “I want to go back with you.” He said, “You can’t just leave, we…I can’t even stay with you, it’s not fair…”

    “I know.” Nemo gritted his teeth. “I understand, I have no interest in being a saint, Ollie. I even thought we could just run away and save our loved ones. The rote is on O’Lori. I don’t want to leave you…I really don’t want to.”

    Nemo’s voice also began to tremble violently.

    “But you made it through wither castle. If I hide this solution now, I can’t forgive myself—I can’t let you continue to like a selfish, cowardly bastard.”

    At least for this moment, he wanted to be someone who could stand by Oliver’s side with a clear conscience.

    Oliver did not hesitate, since the moment they met, he never hesitated in matters of life and death. The gray fog poured into the space crack, tearing out a stable channel in the turbulent flow. The red dragon shrank his body and led the reconnaissance team, who was still a little unresponsive, into the passage. The aura of destruction has been pressed to within five meters above their heads, and it may erupt at any time.

    But his heroic tears did not stop there. Oliver moved his lips in vain, trying to say something. Judging by the mouth shape, he seems to have a lot to say.

    Me too, Nemo thought. This journey is really too short.

    He stretched out a hand and gently but firmly pushed Oliver into the crack, one hand adjusted the space magic at any time to ensure that the passage would not collapse halfway.

    Seeing Oliver step into the safe area, he tore off the gold pendant from his chest and threw it in Oliver’s direction: “I’m glad, Ollie. At least until now, I’m still Nemo Wright of Signpost Town. .”

    “Nimo…”

    “Remember, whatever happens next, I…”

    At this time, the white light poured down, and Nemo did not have time to finish. The explosion was near, and he quickly merged the space crack in front of him.

    Then stared at the empty air in front of her for a few seconds.

    “Oli.” He subconsciously called, but there was no response.

      Nemo continued to adjust the space magic to keep the passage stable.

    It’s a lot quieter here.

    Nimo finally grasped the staff in his hand and began to tremble uncontrollably.

    This time he really learned to fear, and it didn’t feel good at all.

    Finally, he got rid of his bad habit of giving up. Right now, he doesn’t want to “die” alone, he doesn’t want to let this feeling go away, he doesn’t want to give up his life as a human being that is about to disappear.

    But he probably never gets a chance to continue.

    Obviously he mustered up the courage to make a choice, but at this moment, fear will chew Nemo’s whole body.

    Nemo has always felt that the word “love” is too heavy. He never really said it, at most replaced it with “like” – like, interest, trust, understanding. Everything accumulated in the common experience, and finally turned into a heavy love.

    Oliver never let him down, not even in the end. The one he loves does not stubbornly stay because of collapse, and does not wantonly seek destruction because of loss. Oliver matched his actions perfectly.

    I actually knew for a long time that there was no one else in the world who could replace his hero. Not now, and never again.

    Should have said it earlier, Nemo closed his eyes in the roar of the sky and the earth cracking.

    “…no matter what happens after that, I will always love you.”

    He muttered to himself, then let out a small sigh.

    The next second, the world is only pure white.

    In the temporary space channel.

    Oliver flew to the front with his floating magic, and used his strength to split the turbulent flow as sharp as a blade. From time to time, a fish slipped through the net and rubbed his cheek, leaving a deep mouth of blood. But Oliver seemed to have lost his sense of pain, but moved faster and faster.

    The dragon dragged the stone platform forward in the calm area behind him.

    Godwin suffered severe burns, and Debbie turned her back to the direction of travel, holding back her choking as she healed her bloodied Captain.

    She raised her eyes inadvertently.

    Behind them, the end of the dark space channel began to twist and collapse. The turbulence surged wildly, and then filled up with the stones that were there.

    The girl stopped the treatment, covered her mouth, and forcibly swallowed a cry.

    “La, Mr. Ramon,” she reminded in a hoarse voice. “The tunnel is collapsing, we have to hurry. That means the caster has…”

    She couldn’t go on.

    Debbie Wright finally couldn’t hold back the choked sob in her voice, and burst into tears in the deep darkness.