Stray - Chapter 269

    Fight

    The white beast traced a trail of faint light in the darkness. Jesse sprinted quickly with spells, and from time to time, his claws kicked up on the demon skull floating in the air, changing directions neatly.

    Considering that it takes more time to prepare in advance, it is too unnatural for the three of them to disappear together. Taking advantage of the role played by Bagelmore, they left the expedition that was fighting the “Demon King” ahead of time. Adrian and Jesse were heading in the direction of Nemo Wright.

    It’s not the same frail appearance she had when guarding the Scouts two years ago. Adrian’s fingertips sank into the hot white fur, brushing the soft fluff close to the skin, and he could feel Jesse’s undulating breathing and the extraordinarily vigorous vitality beneath his skin.

    It seems that Jesse is in excellent physical condition, Adrian secretly relieved.

    Feeling the touch of the person behind, the giant beast turned its head and licked the hair next to its mouth: “Ed, we are doing business, you can’t help but slow down by touching it like this. —”

    Adrian glanced at the smoke and dust in the distance, and skillfully ignored the other party’s meaningful subtext: “Mr. Ramon should leave.”

    “Hmm, I feel his breath.”

    Jesse twisted his head, smashed a huge floating skull with his claws, and the bone fragments and the lighting liquid contained in it splashed around. With this springboard, their speed was a little faster.

    “Why, Ed, are you worried that those two will end too soon? Let’s not say that they will definitely have a serious fight, even if the Demon King stands still and lets Mr. Ramon fight, this The battle also takes a lot of time. After all, this is the site of the Pillars of the World.”

    “I know, but we must be ready at any time.” Adrian rubbed the soft fur under his palm.

    “You sound like a good mood.” Jesse grunted.

    “They will make it.”

    “Perhaps, maybe Ramon slipped-“

    “Isn’t this what you prepared in advance?” Adrian calmly.

    The white beast twitched its ears.

    “There were many ways to make Mr. Wright recognize his identity at first, but you directed them to Nadine, the eastern witch. If not for that, those two might not be able to find a solution so quickly. “

    “Oh, you always like to think of me very well, my dear Ed.”

    Jesse said in an extra hypocritical tone.

    “With the horizon staring, most humans will choose to stay out of the way and stand by. I can’t predict the fate of those two. Strictly speaking, they saved themselves, I just Try all the possibilities — like having those two young Lopez meet and see what happens.”

    “Perhaps.” Adrian smiled and shook his head.

    There is a little order in the ruthlessness, and the other party never wants to admit it.

    “Since your faith is still so firm.” Jesse’s ears drooped a little, “then why don’t you want to—I mean, even once—call me in bed and try it?”

    “No.”

    “Stingy.”

    “…”

    Adrian grabbed the fur a little harder, and sighed with a faint smile: “If everything goes well.”

    The white beast tightened its neck, and the speed immediately became a little faster.

     Less than an hour later, a clearing in the middle of the Dead City.

    “I waited two years, Ollie.”

    The demon king in the black robe spoke calmly and gently, as if they had never been apart.

    Oliver’s nose is a little sore.

    This is the first time they really meet after knowing Nemo’s identity.

    Different from when he first saw him, Nemo is still full of flesh and blood, but his initial restraint and panic have faded, like a swaying reed turning into an ancient tree with roots deep into the soil. There was a gentle smile in the beautiful gray pupils, the cold inhuman feeling was a little heavier, but the faint sense of alienation completely disappeared.

      The plain rough stone was finally finely carved, and Oliver couldn’t take his eyes off the brilliance.

    This time it was not a ghost or a voice, but in front of him was a lover with real body temperature and the master of the world under his feet.

    He thought he should have mixed feelings, mixed with awe or something—

    But now, Oliver found that there was only one feeling left in his heart, strong and ordinary.

    He raised his hand.

    Ice layers were lifted from the battlefield layer by layer, and the dry air was instantly filled with ice debris. Nemo’s shadow blade lingered but mercilessly attacked, breaking through the hard and thick ice – but the center guarded by the petal-like ice was already empty.

    Nemo responded quickly, and the shadow shield immediately stood up. The Sword of Rest slid across the shadow shield, leaving deep marks bubbling around the edges and a hissing sound.

    Shadow thorns rose mercilessly from the ground, and several large circles bombarded down from the sky.

    Before the blade was gone, the cool fingertips brushed Nemo’s cheek, and it was closed with a touch.

    “…I miss you so much.” Oliver said softly, jumping back, perfectly avoiding the shadow thorns that exploded on the ground.

    The other party’s body temperature was still on his fingertips, it should be warm, but his fingertips were on fire.

    The majestic gray fog suddenly rose, corroding the large magic circle that was smashed down, and a storm burst out in the air. The dead city around the two instantly turned into ruins, and the rubble shattered into powder and exploded all around.

    “Me too, Ollie.” Nemo responded with a gentle smile, but the attack was even more aggressive.

    His Demon Lord is serious and shows no signs of letting up.

    Good, Oliver thought.

    Although the effect of the contract is there, the Pillars of the World will not really do anything to the surface. But considering the way they came to break through the instinct of the Pillars of World, Oliver didn’t want to do it unilaterally.

    Something brushed her cheeks, warm blood dripped down the side of her face, and the corners of Oliver’s mouth rose higher and higher. The overwhelming sense of oppression reminded him of his fight against Jesse Dylan more than two years ago, but right now he doesn’t feel any hopelessness or pain.

    Even if the next shadow blade cuts off his left arm.

      It’s a pity that the sleeves and armguards of the lining fell to the ground, and Oliver was too lazy to instruct Gray Mist to pick it up.

    The demon king’s fighting intent spiraled upwards, the condensed shadow dragon soared into the air, and the black flames headed down.

    On the other side, the sharp ice blades gathered together and became a giant eagle surrounded by gray fog. Weird spells shimmered and revolved around elongated ice cones. These icy murderous weapons continued to shoot towards the shadow dragons, one of them could not dodge, was pierced through the throat, and roared away.

    The moment Oliver was burned to the right leg by the black flame, Nemo’s chest was pierced by an ice pick. But his lover just raised his eyebrows, his ribs quickly folded, and the ice pick turned into powder.

    “Young people are just inexperienced, Nemo, you have to be fair.” The burnt foot was also recovering rapidly, and Oliver grimaced a little.

    “Who was screaming ‘I don’t want to hurt you unilaterally! Why don’t we take this opportunity, let’s have a decent fight, let me prove myself thoroughly-‘” Nimo imitated the memory vividly in Oliver’s tone. “You’d better hurry up. Jesse and Mr. Cross will get impatient waiting for this little shit.”

    “…I didn’t scream!”

    “It’s loud and shrill, it sounds like a scream to me.”

    Oliver blinked pitifully and stepped on the shaking ground.

    The gray fog swept up, swallowing up all the ruins, leaving no trace. The Sword of Rest pointed straight at the Demon Lord controlled by the gray fog, but its owner sounded like he was bickering childishly.

    “You can’t say that. You’re going to beat the defenseless me to the point of death. Can you bear it?”

    “…” Nemo turned away.

    “Don’t look at me like this, I’m heartbroken.” Oliver picked up the tip of his sword, and the rapidly circling gray mist instantly engulfed Nemo’s figure.

      “Of course, I’m not going to hold back either. In terms of heartache, we’re even.”

    I don’t know when, the dark thorns covered the ground and wrapped around Oliver’s heel. The thorns quickly bloomed strange black flowers, and the long and narrow petals that flew up were like the sharpest blade, and the knife was like a bone.

    Oliver took a deep breath and wiped the blood from his eyes.

    The earth trembled under my feet more and more violently.

    “Are you trembling with distress?”

    “…I’m just wondering when this lovely human will bring me back to the surface, and I can’t wait.”

    “Where’s the ring?” Oliver commanded his gray fog army, while eliminating his breath, using cover to approach Nemo.

    “Even if you don’t give it, I can grab it. But you see, you are wearing it well, I don’t think you have any regrets.”

    Day and night are hard to see in the abyss, and this long and **** dance spans time and gets faster and faster.

    In fact, about returning to the surface, he and Nemo discovered the solution almost at the same time.

    Three years ago, when they were still in a small village in the desert, trying to save the witch Nadine, Nemo was right about Woodruff’s theorem.

      . 】

    [That’s exactly why I know it. ] Nemo talked about this on the night he renewed his knightly oath. [Accurately speaking, this is the biggest theoretical basis for me to successfully send Aurora to the surface. 】

    [It looks like we have the same thing in mind. 】 Oliver replied at the time.

    The first time Nemo climbed to the surface, he relied on eliminating his own cognition. He asked Flint Lopez to take away his skull, thereby creating a memory disorder that would last for decades, or even centuries, and successfully deceived his subconscious. Like a human who successfully hypnotized himself.

    But Oliver doesn’t want to cut off his lover’s head with his own hands, and spend years waiting for the next devil to emerge naturally.

    Since they have to do it anyway, they have a better way.

    They’ve done exactly the same thing – tricked the cognitive instincts of some massive creature.

    The root system of the eastern witch has no brains, and the consciousness of the pillar of the world is in Nemo’s body, only retaining the instinct of the creature. The situation they faced was very familiar.

    Oliver came up with his ideas first.

    【If your flesh is dying, then let’s simulate the burst of energy that comes when the flesh disappears. Can this fool your instincts… I mean, if your body thinks that consciousness is going to return for a moment, it will definitely react a little bit? 】

    [Yes, I will relax for a moment, waiting to receive the intelligence brought by flesh and blood. At least for that moment, the fence Jesse and I put up will fail. The body of the superior demon is very huge, and that moment is not enough for them to pass through—]

    [But you can. 】

    [I can’t do this alone. ] Nemo’s voice in memory is not distressed. [I think about it, I was slack at that moment, and my enemy might take the opportunity to kill me. 】

    At the end, his voice even brought a smile.

    […Well, maybe I should change it, we can. But Nemo, after all, Nadine lost her power because of this, would you—]

    [No, the root system and the Eastern Witch are not the same creature, their relationship is much weaker. I just need to rely on that moment to pull the distance, that’s all. 】

    Yes, they only need that tiny moment.

    Nemo stepped on the shadow and rose into the air. Oliver was hiding in the gray fog, waiting patiently for the moment to strike.

    Consistent breathing, consistent heartbeat.

    It is now.

    It was more of a hug than an attack—a pale bone sword protruding from Nemo’s back, soaked in blood. The eroding charms surrounding the blade devoured the flesh and hissed.

    Everything was quiet for a moment.

    Oliver’s sword was steady, not shaking at all.

    He wrapped his free left arm around Nemo’s waist, hugging his lover tightly. Holding the sweet pain in his arms, he felt that the vitality was rapidly passing in the other’s body.

    “Nimo…”

    “Shh, Mr. Knight.” Nemo grabbed the hair behind his head and brought his bloodstained lips together. “Ready at all times.”

    The other party’s body temperature is as beautiful as a dream.

    Oliver released the hilt and kissed his lover with all his strength. His eyes were sour, and the hairs on his arms almost stood up. He tasted the sweetness, the blood, and the smell unique to Nemo that had appeared in his dreams countless times—a faint, chilly scent, like the ashes of burning incense wood.

    He tightened his arms, wishing to embed the opponent directly into his body, using all his strength to keep his mind clear.

    He is kissing his world.

    Nimo’s body is getting cold and body temperature is passing. The other party’s breathing slowly stopped, and the hand gripping his own hair slowly lost its strength.

    The explosion of power before the flesh collapses is near. Oliver moved his lips up and pressed them against the man’s forehead.

    “Let’s go.”

    He murmured softly, completely letting go of the force’s restraint and pouring it all into Nemo’s body. While retaining the last vitality, it simulates the terrifying force of the dying of flesh and blood.

    “…We’re going home.”