Stray

    Nimo froze, as if being licked by a huge barbed tongue. He could clearly hear the worm's continuous hissing of rage, and the disgusting green slime came up from behind, over the soles of his shoes. This time Oliver slashed it hard, and it was clearly mad.

    He had absolutely no courage to look back.

    At this point, the difference between civilians and soldiers is fully revealed. An did not stop at all, carrying a man taller than himself was undoubtedly a strength. She adjusted her posture, lowered her body's center of gravity, and was instantly ready to retreat.

    "Follow me." She instructed hurriedly and quickly, Oliver struggled a few times, and seemed to want to jump off the ground, and Anton shot him and slashed him hard behind the head. "This thing is very stupid. It will attack larger targets first. As long as it runs to a place with many people, I have a way to escape."

    "...but it will attack other people." Nemo put down his just-raised foot, the soles of his shoes digging into the mucus, making a ticklish squeak.

    "I don't want to make a moral debate with you now, those people are dead. If you have an idea, just say it, and if you don't, just follow my instructions honestly." A roaring worm struggling. "Or you can choose to die pointlessly, like the fool just now."

    Run away. His desire to survive whispered in his ear. Run away, it's not a mistake to want to live. Ann didn't think it was wrong, they had no choice, even if those people were still alive, they would be devoured by the worms in a while - and even if they survived, the test was far from over.

    He doesn't know anything, Ann is more experienced and more creative than him, that's not what he meant. Yes, he does everything—

    He closed his eyes in pain, his instinct and conscience were about to tear his soul apart. His lungs were still aching, his heartbeat was strong, and every corner of his body was ferociously rejecting death. And death roared behind him, trying to turn him into a rotten corpse too.

    "No," he said with difficulty.

    Ann looked at him in silence.

    "No." As if to convince himself, he raised his voice and repeated it, no longer suppressing the trembling in his voice.

    "I see." Ann said, turning quickly and leaving, and she did not go well. Oliver was not stunned by her, he gathered some strength and broke free in one breath - even though he was exhausted, he came to kneel as soon as he got down.

    "We don't agree." Oliver staggered to his feet. "Ms. Savage, go. If we survive, at least I'll find..." Nemo seemed to know he wanted Saying something, glaring at him, Oliver quickly changed his words. "...We will go to you to fulfill the agreement."

    An glanced at the hilt of the sword that happened to fall at her feet, bit her lip, her face pale.

    "Thank you for your care these days." Oliver lowered his head.

    The Seymour worm finally got rid of the ice shell and was shaking the ice on its body. Ann didn't respond, she didn't move, she just stood there, staring at them both coldly.

    "As for what?" The grey parrot fluttered his wings and said calmly, "Seymour worms taste great! I used to go to the shallows and eat a few. You took me The power of , you can't even be afraid of my snacks—"

    "What do I need to do?" Without sarcasm or ignorance, Nemo asked very seriously. He clutched the metal staff tightly, not even realizing that he had deformed it.

    "Just be hostile to it!" said the gray parrot, "I'm really surprised that you didn't even have the slightest sense of confrontation in your barren head."

    Still fighting, even if the worm lay flat and let him fight, Nemo didn't think he could cause any substantial damage. He took a deep breath, raised his staff to the worm, and thought he was going crazy. The worm ran over as if it hadn't seen him.

    A hand pressed against his back.

    "The next thing I'm going to say may be disrespectful," Oliver whispered. "I trust you, Nemo. It's not some pretty hot-blooded talk—you gave it to me this morning. The sense of oppression is much stronger than this thing."

    Nimo gasped in panic, realizing that this was the first time Oliver had called his name. He squeezed a bit of sobriety from the frantic shards of thoughts.

    If the power of Bagelmoru could go back when he died, there was no way that grey parrot could protect him from Ann. In other words, the parrot couldn't lie to him and give it away in vain. It looks like an old **** now, and it really thinks that this thing is not something to be afraid of. Yes, he must be capable of defeating it, if only he—

    It's a pity that his eyes hurt from staring, and the Seymour worm is still roaring forward, and it is about to collide with them. The front end of the staff even touched its skin, and its teeth almost poked into his jaw.

    Please disappear.

    Nemo rattled his teeth, but kept his eyes open, ready to pay for his stupid persistence.

    But neither the cold sucking sensation nor the pain of teeth piercing the skin. The worm stopped, and even closed its round mouth, pale spheres emerged from its black skin, and its cross-shaped pupils opened, staring straight at its prey that was too short for it.

    Nimo tried to build momentum by looking at each other at first - but he soon discovered that this thing had too many eyes, and he didn't know which one to match. And Seymour Worm just stared at it and did nothing. Nemo even tried taking two steps back when his nervousness dissipated a bit—the cross-shaped pupils moved with his movements.

    One minute.

    It glared at him.

    Five minutes.

    It was still staring at him earnestly, and Nemo was starting to get a little embarrassed.

    "I said..." As soon as he opened his mouth, the Seymour worms growled together. Nemo closed his mouth, and it was still roaring on and off, much higher than before.

    Nemo turned around tentatively for a few seconds, the worm seemed to be stuck to the ground, and there was no sound of the body twisting. The red light silk cage disappeared when the worm was frozen, and people in the distance had already run away. Nemo rubbed his chin, announcing with a little joy. "...I think we can run away now!"

    He even turned around and gave Oliver a forcible high-five.

    An opened her mouth, but said nothing. She still didn't show any emotion, just pointed them in the direction wordlessly. After the three ran for a while, Nimot turned back to confirm. Seymour Worm remained motionless, as if thinking about some difficult life problem. Without a doubt, he succeeded.

    "What's the situation?!" Thorne was about to put his face on the screen, "What did that black-haired boy do—"

    Fenrir didn't know when he came over, and also stared at the worm on the screen. "What did it detect, what's the origin of that young man?"

    "Nimo Wright." Thorne spread his fingers, and a wanted notice appeared in his hand. "Not the homeless...I see, Orphan, who used to work at the library in Signpost, Alban. Charged with using demons to attack the village and brutally murdering Piper Ramon with Oliver Ramon. Etc. , Savage picked two freshly wanted criminals?"

    "Devil believer, where is his familiar?"

    "It is said to be this grey parrot." Thorne pulled another light screen closer, "This is the first time I have seen this breed. But it stands to reason that the closer the appearance is to a normal animal, the lower the strength should be That's right. If you can suppress the Seymour worm, it can't be an ordinary demon. I said Fenrir, could it be..."

    "No, Wright is not alienated. And I've seen Seymour worms against demon warlocks, and it ran away after the opponent released hostility. This one has no meaning to escape, that bird It's probably a new breed of mid-level demon."

    "I haven't seen a demon warlock yet." Thorne muttered, sounding a little distressed.

    "Trust me, you won't want to see it." Fenrir narrowed his eyes and looked at the black-haired youth who was busy running away in the light screen. "In every sense of the word, they're pure lunatics."

    There was a sudden rustling under the tree, and Fenrir glanced down. The giant snake, which had been trying to attack them just now, finally gave up. It went down the tree in dismay, and quickly met a short-legged rabbit passing by.

    It stood up, hissing snake letter. The rabbit seemed to be frightened, shivering in place, and wailing in a low voice.

    He was startled.

    No, it shouldn't be possible. Fenrir shook his head sharply, as if to get the ridiculous thought out of his head.

    "That Ramon is not bad." Thorne was still muttering, "If he hadn't shattered his sword—"

    "Thorn, let the bug go over and take a good look at his sword." Fenrir said suddenly.

    To be honest, this is a bit difficult. The ice debris on the scene is mixed with dust and mucus spewed by worms. The difficulty of finding metal debris in it is comparable to finding a needle in a straw pile. Fortunately, they were lucky—the hilt was not drowned in green slime, and the worm returned the clearest image with a fearless spirit.

    "...Looking at the state of this fracture, the body of the blade may have turned into powder." Thorne said, "Unfortunately, if it is a better quality sword, maybe it will be able to play-"

    "No." Fenrir frowned, "Thorn, you're not a swordsman, you don't understand. The destruction of the sword by the force itself and the destruction of the sword by the force itself are two different things."

    "How?"

    "The former is more common. If the move is more destructive, the sword is easily damaged. The power is first stimulated, and then the blade is destroyed from the outside... This is usually the case."

    "Isn't it?"

    Fenrir backed away from the light screen, his expression beginning to look cautious and serious - Thorne knew very well that something bad was about to happen if their captain made such an expression.

    "Ramon's situation is another - the swordsman's strength is too strong, the material of the sword body collapses from the inside because it can't bear it, and the moves released only represent the limit that the material itself can bear .Oliver Ramon is not weakened by exhausting his strength, he is being eaten by the part of his strength that he has not successfully exported. Do you know what that means?"

    Thorn spread his hands and shrugged. He's not a fighter, and it's hard to quickly understand this long explanation.

    Fenrir sighed, realizing this long-lost feeling. He was too old to be shaken by the goodness of others, but the fact that he had to say it himself gave him a subtle sense of frustration.

    "If you don't talk about combat skills at all, just talk about strength - as long as Oliver Ramon's sword is not paper, then his power is definitely better than mine."

    "I know Ann Savage's style of doing things, she must have cooperated with these two young wanted criminals to save trouble - they haven't had time to be wooed by other black chapter organizations, there will be nothing Weird ambitions. The two of them have a bit of strength in themselves, and they don't look like the aggressive type. If I want to act alone, I will definitely choose such a black badge team."

    "A bit of strength... Ha, I think she should have discovered it now, she picked up two fake monsters this time."

    (m..=)