Stray - Chapter 240

    A Fool’s Love

    When did it start?

    When he was still in Signpost, Oliver occasionally thought about his future. He will inherit the small hotel, form a family with a girl in the town, or continue to live peacefully by himself.

    He was doomed to age and die in that familiar land.

      lock up. As long as there is no war on the border, the time waiting in front of him is ordinary and smooth.

    Oliver once sincerely thought that being attracted to Nemo Wright, who was also a male, was the biggest accident in his life.

    It’s not just because the other party has a good appearance, Oliver likes the feeling of getting along with Nemo very much – he likes the curvature of his lips when he smiles, likes the unconcealed candor in his tone, likes His tenderness in the little details.

    And that little bit of danger.

    Oliver has come into contact with countless adventurers before, although he is not too old, in a place where adventurers gather in Road Sign Town, he admits that he has seen the dark side of many people. Nemo Wright has an inexplicable sense of purity in comparison. If it wasn’t for the embarrassment and fear that he avoided when he was young, maybe they would have been friends long ago.

    And they meet because of disaster after all.

    [You didn’t leave me at the beginning, and I certainly won’t leave you. ] Just a few months ago, Nemo had reassured him in the frontier forest.

    And after that, as a mortal, he once caught a tiny miracle – the person he was most moved by, had a similar strong affection for his ordinary self.

    Oliver doesn’t think the poems about love are so accurate, maybe everyone’s love is different. In the past, he did not taste the sweetness of honey in his mouth, nor did he feel the fluffy feathers filling his heart. Just like at this moment, there was no sharp pain in his chest like a churning blade, and no heart-piercing despair.

    Not so intense stuff.

      He is still used to subconsciously chasing the figure who is not here with his eyes, and he still remembers the touch and temperature of the other’s palm.

    He clearly remembers.

    Memories came up little by little, those peaceful times faded slightly and became cold because of the terrible possibility of “this is the last time”.

    This isn’t the first time they’ve separated, but it’s the first time he realizes that “Nimo may never come back.”

    What they have is not a storm, but a little quiet campfire. Oliver has always put this feeling in the brightest corner of his heart, even in the darkest and most desperate time, he can still look forward to a new day.

    But Nemo is gone now, Oliver thought.

    It doesn’t matter if you are a man, or a demon sorcerer.

    Even if it is not of the same kind, it is a superior demon.

    Thinking about it this way, it seems that I haven’t felt this cold-blooded fear for a long time. If, just say if—the giant underground beast is sleeping quietly, and the Demon King is still alive. His Nemo had disappeared in the memory and consciousness that were too large, like a drop of blood falling into a lake.

    It cannot dye the lake red.

    Oliver scratched his palm, dark red blood seeping into the soil.

    “The prophecy.” Oliver’s voice was dry, “You should know the details, Dylan. I’m the one who was meant to end this, isn’t it? That means I’m bound to see him again.”

    He couldn’t accept such a hasty goodbye.

    “Of course I remember that prophecy, it was so interesting that it made me weak for half a week. The prophet was very lucky, and it stands to reason that human beings can’t pay that price at all – if it weren’t for him The question asked is a bit interesting, and even I can’t intervene in the calculation, so I won’t give him that level of power.”

     Jesse rubbed his fingers against Adrian’s lips, and the playfulness in his tone faded.

    “I should have told you my suggestion…but your current state is not very suitable for communication. So, I will only tell you the facts next, Captain.”

    “As far as I know, even for ‘Nimo Wright’ who is just a piece of flesh, that level of destruction will not destroy him. But it is undoubtedly deadly enough to cause Mr. Wright The self-protection mechanism. Yes, no need to show that expression, like the first time you played against Witherspoon – there was a lot of commotion between the two at that time. Mr. Wright was directly connected to the abyss from the surface, I It’s hard to ignore.”

    “He didn’t look as bad as people say he was, and he saved my life.” That was the first time he had a crush on Nemo, Oliver remembers it very well.

    “We’ll talk about this in a moment. Listen, Master Chief. My point is that if Mr. Wright had regained consciousness in the depths of the abyss, it would have been completely different – he would have fallen back to the bottom of the abyss. . Optimistic situation, he will be bound again, pessimistic situation…” Jesse twisted the corner of his mouth and did not continue.

    “I don’t understand. Nemo is not a complete demon, and when he recovers, the law will not force him…”

    “Law, law. Humans always like to make laws that they can’t explain. A complete superior demon can’t come to the surface? The ‘superior demon’ is defined by your own words, how can you act as a law? The conditions for the operation of the abyss?”

    Oliver looked blankly at the annoying “god” in front of him.

    “From start to finish, it’s just a matter of strength.”

    Jesse’s tone was flat.

      The ‘law’ is just the fence of the pasture. Remember, it is because the demons who can’t get up are too powerful, and humans have designated them as superiors… Over time, you have mistaken cause and effect.”

    “Even if they sneak up to the surface, the superior demons can only exist in the form of flesh and blood with incomplete strength. Strictly speaking, this is not a violation of the rules, and the damage is still within the controllable range. As for us Mr. Wright, he must have erased his cognition by some means, and passed through the cordon that we jointly set up by pretending to be harmless.”

    Oliver suddenly guessed something, his face suddenly pale. And Jesse looked at him coldly, and there was no smile in his ice blue eyes.

    “I believe you guessed it, if he wants to leave again in this way, he must try to give up his cognition again. But it doesn’t matter, Mr. Ramon, he doesn’t need to come up again… continue If you come down, you won’t like it, are you sure you want to listen?”

    “Continue.” The blood kept pouring out along the fingers, and the palms were dug up by the nails, but the pain was a little distant.

    “As you call him ‘Demon Lord’, we prefer to call his race ‘Pillars of the World’. They are very famous – the remains of their fellow men born alone and die alone. They nurture, analyze , Adjust and evolve according to the information obtained. After thoroughly exploring the possibility of a sun, unfold your body and fly to another sun. Guess what will happen to the surface during this process?”

    Jessie sighed and shook her head, looking at Oliver again.

    “…continue.”

    “Okay, okay. You really don’t give up… do you know why they’re so famous? You see, even me, at least a little bit of a likable emotion. But they’re different, To be rude, the Pillars of the World are the most indifferent creatures I’ve ever seen. Their consciousness on the surface means only one thing—”

    “They have completely lost interest in analysis of the many civilizations currently living in themselves. Before they are destroyed, they will just make a final sample record.”

    Before they finished speaking, a slight tremor from the depths of the earth swept across the soles of their boots.

    Jessie was stunned for a moment, her expression changed complicatedly, and finally settled on “regret”.

    “The Demon King’s cognition has recovered.” He said softly, “Now answer me, are you ready to ‘save the world’, hero? What about the world’s obliteration?”

    Half a day ago, deep in the abyss.

    Nemo could feel himself falling fast.

    His body penetrated hard rocks, scorching magma, and thick ice like this. The pain was not that strong, but the tearing and dizziness were more severe. It was as if countless invisible hands grabbed his limbs and pulled him down.

    The body was corroded by the explosion of the dragon breath stone, and it is recovering quickly.

    But Nemo couldn’t move, not even a finger.

    Now he has no intention of paying attention to this.

    Innumerable pieces of information poured into his consciousness frantically, no, it would be better to say that his consciousness fell into a sea of ​​memory fragments. Nemo almost forgot his identity for a moment, the influx of excessive information made him want to scream, but he didn’t even have the strength to open his mouth.

    The pain was so severe that for a few seconds, he almost wanted to die.

    The body finally touched the bottom, and the high speed caused him to hit a huge pothole at the bottom of the abyss, which Nemo could vaguely perceive. The stop of the fall did not make his condition better, the eyelids were still surprisingly heavy, and the control of the body did not return to the slightest.

    The jumbled memories made his consciousness intermittent, and it was difficult to distinguish between the memories and the reality.

    This is the sequelae of actively interfering with cognition, Nemo thought vaguely. Filled with too unfamiliar knowledge, he is like a baby trying to open the lock with different keys. The key is in his hand, and the keyhole is in front of him, but whether it is picking or rotating, it makes him incomprehensible and has a splitting headache.

    But he has felt this, and he may be able to survive. Although the memories are huge, they rarely have clear emotions. He is more like a bystander who can empathize with them.

    This is a good thing, Nemo desperately repeated to himself—

    Stand up, as long as he stands up, he has the possibility of seeing Oliver again.

    He wanted to look at those eyes again.

    Unfortunately, he completely lost control of his body. He couldn’t even grit his teeth. He could only endure in the floating feeling of powerlessness, protecting the little bit of reason he had.

    It’s like protecting a dying candle with bare hands in a rainstorm.

    A powerful and familiar sense of oppression was approaching, it was Ulysses.

    He knows this, and if it is himself now, he can barely understand it. The devil’s plan was stabbed in his brain in pieces, and he just…

    Murder.

    The unmistakable killing intent suddenly dropped, almost pushing Nemo’s body a few inches deeper into the sand.

    No.

    Nimo frantically turned this thought, and the little clue he grasped made him extremely horrified. Consciousness is still ups and downs, the miracle has not happened, and the body still does not obey. Not to mention opening his eyes, he couldn’t even shed tears.

    No.

    He could hear the sound of the sickle-like claws wrapped in spells, breaking the air, and hitting him.

    Not now.

    Then a little warm liquid splashed on his face, but no pain accompanied it.

    He is moving, but not of his own will. Someone threw him away from Ulysses’ attack, then roughly pulled his arm and dragged him fast in a certain direction.

    The breath is a little familiar.

    Before that, he could barely feel the long cool hair brushing his cheeks.

    There are several icy and thick dead auras ahead. In terms of strength, one of the corpses should be exceptionally huge, while the other corpses surround it and are relatively small.

    He recognized the breath, Nemo thought dazedly. Those slightly smaller corpses were dragged by the former himself, and he would never forget any details.

    And the one in the middle is especially huge…

    Yes.

    …they are heading towards the corpse of the Orore body.