Stray

    The aged demon sorcerer could clearly feel that he was losing his superior demonic flesh.

    The person in front of him... No, after some kind of creature put its finger into his shoulder, the piece of demon flesh made a sharp scream in his body, and then it was like snow melting in the sun It seems to be slowly disappearing.

    "My contract." The old man said blankly, his voice hoarse. "My devil."

    "I sent it home." Nemo hesitated for a moment, then took off his robe. He ignored the eyes widened in anger and shock.

    "Traitors of the abyss! The Emperor of Alban is accepting us, and you are helping those stupid bastards."

    The flesh vine is withering, and the body of the demon warlock is returning to its original shape. At this moment, he was naked, like a lunatic who escaped from some mental clinic. He looked around Nemo's body, trying to find more traces of alienation, apparently misunderstanding "going home" as a worse meaning.

    "With that kind of power, you've definitely got an amazing demon. Damn, what a waste!"

    The shadow separates the two from the large army, and the dark cloud caused by the abyss magic has not yet dissipated. The surroundings were bleak, as if there were only the two of them left in the world.

    "…Traitor of the Abyss, aha." Nemo repeated in a low voice, throwing his robe at the almost naked old man. The latter spit on the ground angrily, tore his robes quickly, and surrounded the vital point with a large piece of cloth.

    The Demon Warlock clenched his neck, his thin, shrunken skin flushed with anger. There was no fear of being killed or the fear of being defeated on his face, only paranoid hatred and resentment. He moved his fingers and tried to summon the abyss magic as before, but this time, there was no brilliance of any spell responding to him.

    "Kill me!" he hissed, gripping the fabric around his waist. "Since you can kill my demons. Come on, hypocrite—you've insulted me from a mage's point of view, so why pretend?"

    Nemo silently took out the black badge and summoned the light screen.

    "As a Demon Warlock, you should at least act like a Demon Warlock. Even if defeated, I want to be defeated by a butcher who is crazier than me, not by a hypocritical, stinky kid. "Hey, what are you doing?"

    "Look for a bounty." Nemo replied sincerely, "You have a heavy **** aura, and you've killed hundreds of people at least, haven't you? Logically speaking, there should be a bounty."

    Faced with this too normal answer, the old man didn't know what to say for a moment. He held it for a few seconds and let out a shrill laugh: "It's so funny, what do you think you represent, justice? You're actually standing on the side of those selfish humans—"

    "I'm just short of money." Found the information he wanted, signed his name, and satisfactorily put the black stamp back in his pocket.

    "How noble and short-sighted to exchange the life of a companion for money." The demon warlock said maliciously. "No wonder you didn't use destructive spells in the first place. It turned out that you wanted to use my corpse to make some extra money."

    Nemo gave the old man a fluttering look, with a bit of bitter exhaustion on his face. He swiped in the air, and a space crack suddenly formed. The decoration style on the opposite side is distinctive, and the badge of the mercenary guild is very conspicuous.

    "First, I'm not your companion." A shadow stretched out, wrapped around the old man's chest, and lifted the demon warlock who had lost his strength. "Second, I never considered myself to represent 'justice'."

    Nimo showed a wry smile: "No., I will not kill you. It is your compatriots who will judge you, and this is the price you have to pay."

    "It's interesting, it's like you haven't had blood on your face."

    "Of course I did, maybe I'm more like a crazy butcher than you think." Nemo replied softly, he used the shadow to throw the demon warlock into a branch of the mercenary guild guard room.

    After making sure not to be noticed by any monitoring magic, Nemo merged the crack and watched the other's hateful eyes disappear at the other end of the crack.

    "...and I'm ready to pay the price."

    The other party couldn't hear it, but Nemo insisted on saying it, like vomiting out the rotten flesh stuck in his chest. For some reason, he was suddenly relieved—the feeling was not relief from reality, but rather the opposite, which completely drowned him.

    All of a sudden it's so easy. No right or wrong, no stand, no action.

    Those questions that made him anxious can't change the facts, he has personally spread blood and fear, so he is destined to bear the consequences of them.

    He never wanted to escape the consequences, and even prepared for the worst. Nemo was surprised to find that the Demon Warlock's accusations and reproaches didn't give him any sting or discomfort—he thought he would feel bad about it.

    From beginning to end, being buried in the unknown caused him pain for only one reason.

    From the very beginning, Nemo considered himself not someone who was obsessed with "living". After all, the cause is the cause, and the fact is the fact. Make sure that the dark past really exists. If he walks alone in the world like he did before, he doesn't mind giving up the pursuit of the so-called truth, and walks into the mercenary guild headquarters to confess his identity - no matter what awaits him.

    Niemo Wright is not afraid of pain or death compared to the endless torment of the unknown. After more than ten years of mortal life, he did not believe in his heart that he was a person with a strong heart. A "deserved" death could even free him from endless self-questioning.

    Perhaps a person can suffer alone and give up asking.

    But not for two.

    That nostalgia made him embrace a faint glimmer of hope, cruel and warm. It forces him to find out what's behind the truth, not for himself, just to give another person the exact answer.

    That's all.

    Even though his feet were on the battlefield, Nemo suddenly calmed down a lot.

    Like some kind of nasty magic. The shadows dispersed along with the dark clouds, leaving only the black-haired mage in place. The commander rubbed his eyes in disbelief, just to make sure it wasn't some lame illusion.

    They spent a lot of money and even lost dozens of lives to invite the demon warlocks to disappear, but the enemy's young mages were unscathed.

    The young mage was looking in a certain direction, his eyes soft and sad - in that direction, another monster was moving.

    Oliver is in a hurry.

    He also rode on the horse, and led the poor horse around, like a large spinning top. But his actions were comical, and the effect was terrifying.

    No one broke through the gray fog line of defense.

    I didn't want to make a killing move when the two armies were just fighting. But ten minutes later, he regretted it - not to mention that the Demon Warlock, one of the trump cards of this war, disappeared without a word, and now they can't even get around this annoying brown-haired knight.

    The sharp blade he poked was corroded by the gray fog, and the magic circle was more effective, but unfortunately the knight was slippery like a loach.

    The brown-haired knight clenched his bone sword and stunned the shield soldier in his way. He rode to and fro among the soldiers who had been disrupted, acting strangely. After observing for a while, the commander began to be unsure whether the strange course of action came from the knight's subjective consciousness, or was determined by the excited horse himself.

    Damn.

    In any case, this farce cannot continue. Even if they cut off their arms, they must get rid of these two annoying monsters as soon as possible - Gallagher's army is not stupid enough to break through the gray fog at this time, and this time is enough to have a meal on the opposite side.

    The commander gritted his teeth: "Blast the magic circle with dragon breath stone!"

    "But the shields are still..."

    "Only give up part of the troops! Those two **** are too strange, when they react, we will have no troops left to give up - quick, start now! One aimed at those two monsters, One fried opposite!"

    Aware of the spell fluctuation on the opposite side, Nemo did not intend to dissolve the spell on his own, but wrapped the shadow around Oliver's waist and dragged himself back to the horse's back.

    Feeling the familiar body temperature against his back, Oliver, who was jumping with the horses in the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief. "Nemo, are you okay..."

    "Stay away from here, they are going out. It should be a large-scale spell that strikes indiscriminately." Nemo interrupted the other party's words neatly.

    "This horse is still not very obedient, can you use the shadow shield first-"

    "No."

    Getting an unexpected answer, Oliver raised an eyebrow.

    "Oli, let's go to the battlefield. Such a circle is very rare, I will teach you to crack it." Nemo took a deep breath, "You can control this horse, Oli. Think back , how did you make it stop just now?"

    Time was limited, Oliver did not say more. He frowned, tried to press the horse, trying to find the feeling just now - the dim light flashed along the edge of his palm again. The horse snorted, turned his head neatly, and ran towards the open space between the two armies.

    Despite doubts, Oliver would not choose this time to ask questions.

    He swung the sword of rest vigorously, dissipating the gray fog that blocked his vision, revealing the blue sky. It's a pity that the clean blue didn't exist for too long, and the next moment, the sky was crowded with the magic circle again.

    Unlike the Demon Warlock's abyss circle, this time the circle of white light covered the sky. Two giant circles overlapped in the air, exuding majestic power fluctuations and majestic aura. Judging from the position of the view formation, it was obvious that one was going to deal with the two of them, and the other was going to attack the friendly forces behind them.

    Nemo let go of the arm that was around Oliver's waist, leaned forward, and held Oliver's right wrist with one. He sighed slightly, his voice calm and steady.

    "Oli, pay attention to the spell nodes I pointed out to you, and remember that feeling. But any magic circle with such a structure needs to prepare a path for power in advance. They require power to first Only when it is cycled can the effect of the spell be activated."

    Oliver quickly glanced at the slender fingers holding his wrist, Nemo's breath was very close, and the hot air sprayed onto his auricle. It took Oliver a few seconds to fully concentrate.

    "As long as you find the spell nodes and destroy them, the power cannot circulate according to the original route, and the magic circle will collapse by itself - but the position of the spell nodes is not fixed, they will be activated with the magic circle Gradually, you need to capture the feeling of that moment, Ollie."

    "Remember." The horse was obediently motionless, and the knight's reply was equally steady and forceful.

    "Attack, now." Nemo didn't let go.

    A gray beam of light shot towards the formation in the sky, and with the piercing tearing sound, the rotation of the formation suddenly slowed down.

    "Next is this side—remember?" Nemo exerted a little force and turned Oliver's sword in another direction.

    Oliver smiled slightly, raised his wrist, and broke free of Nemo's fingers.

    Dozens of gray light beams light up at the same time. The next moment, two huge circles in the air emitted a blinding white light that was enough to temporarily blind people. When people were finally able to open their tearful eyes, there was nothing left in the clear blue sky.

    The general of the Gallagher army completely gave up thinking.

    He watched the magic circle shatter, and countless huge icicles rose up. Although the opposite side still slammed countless magic circles, they were all bombed halfway. Occasionally one or two fish slipped through the net. Like the original abyss magic, they hit an invisible barrier and did not have any practical effect.

    Before they rushed forward, the opposing army completely collapsed. The huge icicle completely disrupted the opponent's formation, and the frozen ground made it impossible for the knights to move forward. The enemy's command was very wise, and he chose to withdraw at the last minute - the army that was still aggressive just now was scattered and fled.

    This battle report can't be written, the commander thought numbly, and turned his eyes to the two black seals in the center of the battlefield-they were even sitting on the same horse, really terrible.

    "Thank you," Oliver whispered, his tone unintentional. "I think I still have a lot to learn from you, but don't teach a trick and run away, my majesty."

    Nimo was stunned for a moment, then returned a smile. "certainly."

    In any case, he will accompany Oliver to witness the final answer.

    "But I have to explain about the demon warlock in a moment. Ollie, just in case, we'd better keep our distance first—" Nemo said cautiously after glancing at the opposite general.

    "Huh?"

    "After all, it's a fact that I defeated the Demon Warlock, and Marshal Gallagher will definitely notice me. If he's right, ahem, Denni's loyalty prevails, and we keep our distance and compare—"

    Unfortunately, before Nemo finished speaking, a kiss sealed his lips. Without worrying about the jagged mass gasps behind him, Oliver kissed him very naturally. He turned and pressed a firm hand on the back of Nemo's head, kissing long and thoroughly.

    "What did you just say?" As if after a century, Oliver finally let go of him, and there was an unintelligible smile on the corner of his mouth.

    His lover is definitely asking. Nemo rolled his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

    "Nothing," he whispered, "Go back, Ollie."

    He was silent for a few seconds and then repeated.

    “…Let’s go back.”