Stray

    Inhuman

    Oliver did not bring everyone back to Return Town.

    Nemo's spellcasting ended for some reason, and the temporarily opened space channel collapsed quickly. Oliver, who was at the forefront, seemed to have found a certain coordinate. He rushed forward and forcibly tore the almost unbreakable space in front of him with the gray fog.

    Debbie's emergency treatment for the heart-wrenching burns, Godwin opened his eyes. A cold liquid hit his skin along the gust of wind, scarlet and sticky.

    The support of Nemo Wright is completely lost, and the rest are not strong enough to tear the space. The head of the tumbleweed rushed forward alone, and the gray fog's movements became more and more chaotic.

    But he didn't look back, not even once. Whether out of worry or pain, Oliver rushed faster and faster, bleeding more and more.

     Godwin clenched his teeth, inserted his sword into the stone platform, and forcibly propped himself up.

    Reluctantly maintaining the spell, Debbie cried almost to suffocation. She clenched the staff tremblingly with one hand, and the other hand almost scratched the hem of the robe, and tears could not stop pouring out of her eyes. Godwin hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, pressed her head gently on her chest, and took the defensive circle.

    Debbie clutched Godwin's tattered cloak with both hands, choking with exhaustion and pain.

    After some time, they finally saw the light.

    In the frantic explosion, Oliver directly brought everyone to the surface closest to the abyss. With a burst of sound, the stone platform rose from the ground and landed firmly on the lawn under the **** of the defensive circle.

    Oliver glanced around to make sure everyone was okay, then turned around and walked in a certain direction.

    Even if Nemo was under the pressure of tearing apart the space in advance, it is still a very crazy thing to force through the boundary between the surface and the abyss - Oliver has almost no intact parts of his body, but he still stands, His face was expressionless, and he let blood spilled over the slightly withered leaves of grass.

    He staggered forward, slowly and desperately, like a dying soldier on the battlefield heading towards his homeland.

    The gray fog around Oliver began to spin out of control, it did not erupt, but swept across his skin quickly, causing wounds one after another.

    "Stop, Ramon." Godwin's voice was hoarse. "You need treatment."

    "I need to see Bagelmore." Oliver muttered dreamily, stopping, but did not look back. "It should still be connected to Nemo, it should be able to feel Nemo's condition. I can feel it, it's nearby. I have to go..."

    It was only a momentary pause, and a pool of dim blood pooled under his feet.

    The gray fog swirled wildly.

    Godwin didn't say much. He patted Debbie on the back and stood up, ignoring the re-opening wound in his abdomen.

    The next second, he flashed behind Oliver, raising his hand to be a neat knife. The out-of-control gray fog exploded, leaving several deep wounds on Godwin's body before finally subsiding.

    "You can't go now!" A member of the reconnaissance team subconsciously said, and stood up with the help of the red dragon who was panting frantically on the ground. "The **** isn't over yet—"

    "Shut up." The Discipline Bishop coughed violently, "It's safe here. Let them..."

    "Debbie, gather Horizon and **** these people back to where they should be. I'll pay for the operation." He took out a few sheets of paper with healing spells drawn from his pocket, and lit them on his newly added wound.

     Immediately he carried Oliver on his back: "I took him to his companion, there is a clear demonic atmosphere in a place nearby. Ramon's condition is not good, he... needs his companion."

    Debbie choked and nodded, her throat seemed to be swollen, and she couldn't make a sound for a long time.

    She took out a golden communication spar and smashed it directly with magic. The young mage's legs trembled with excessive grief, but she forced herself to straighten her back as she continued to cast soothing and healing spells.

    Being extremely cruel to herself is really... like her unrelated eldest brother.

    Godwin sighed again in his heart, turned his head silently, and walked towards the familiar demonic breath with Oliver on his back. This may be the only good thing - the parrot has returned to the surface, so the other scout team is likely to be safe.

    "Hold on," Godwin whispered.

    His last blood relative is still in a coma behind him, blood and tears all over his face. Compared with his indifferent relative, Oliver Ramon needs a companion who can completely trust him.

    Unfortunately, fate can always be more cruel.

    The pale hive half an hour ago.

    Now that they are surrounded, there is no need for the scout team to carefully hide their whereabouts. All the magic lamps were lit up and danced like bees around the players.

    Adrian quickly treated several fatal wounds on his lower body, and was too lazy to care about those small wounds that were not too deep. He picked up a silver sword that had lost its owner from the stone platform, and his back was straight.

    "Jesse." His voice was still clear, "Can you hold on?"

    Adrian knew that although Jesse Dillon was not in a good state at the moment, if the other party wanted to escape alone, the chance of surviving would definitely be much higher than it is now.

    Jessie stood up straight, tucking the slightly tousled blonde hair behind her head. He still wore that smirk that showed no emotion, and his voice was frivolous and sloppy: "As I said, I don't like to lose. Not to mention losing to a group of brainless ants."

    In the eyes of countless demons, people huddled together, despair and panic spread like a fierce plague. And the blond young man stretched out his hand and grabbed the broken collar of the Adrian monk's suit. He kissed each other's blood-stained lips without hesitation.

    The knight commander frowned slightly, but did not push him away.

    "Let's play something crazier." He whispered vaguely, brushing the dry blood on the side of Adrian's face with his fingertips. "You can use all the moves you want, my dear, don't worry about me. The opposite is just a group of demons who can't stand on the stage. You are the 'radiant morning star'."

    "You are very weak."

    "Well, that's a problem. After all, I got a little 'special treatment' here, and I have to complain to Mr. Wright."

     Jessie rubbed her lower lip with her fingers as she muttered inexplicable words. The blood stains left by the kiss just now were rubbed away a little.

    "In special circumstances, if the power is completely drained, I may be temporarily in a coma." Jesse Dylan's voice was very light amid the demon's roar. "Once I get to that point, my appearance may change a little...well, a rather strange change. Don't worry about me then, just take me back to the surface and I'll wake up when I recover."

    "I see." Adrian spread his feet slightly and lowered his weight. "You can do whatever you want, right?"

    "Oops, if you'd like to say this anywhere else—"

    "I'll be quick." Adrian interrupted as calmly as always.

    "Of course I want to be with you, baby." Jesse smiled brightly and turned away.

    He raised his hands, this time between his fingers was no longer a dagger, but pure brilliance. Jesse raised his hand casually, and the flickering white shields shrouded the rest of the Scouts.

    Bagelmoru wanted to try to rush out to fight, but he slammed into the shield, and most of the feathers on the top of his head were burned directly. It screamed a dirty word, and flew back angrily, protecting the Fuller goat again.

    Feeling the breath of another person behind him, Adrian bent his mouth subconsciously.

    The destructive surface magic wave suddenly spread out. The astonishing killing intent and fighting intent condensed into a ball and turned into an invisible blade. They stabbed at the gathered demons in a very targeted manner, and the huge monsters subconsciously retracted into the cave.

    Since the loss of power, the title "The Morning Star of the Aura" is rarely mentioned. It is not that the Holy See of Ladd did not try to keep Adrian Cross, but this taciturn genius rejected the choir attendants assigned to him by the Holy See and was willing to be an ordinary inspector.

    His power showed no sign of recovering, and over time, the brilliance that had terrified countless enemies turned into a rumored grime.

    But at this moment, when the former Judge Knight Commander burst out with all his strength without hesitation, the rumors in the memory corner instantly became true.

      "This is the final warning."

    Let's not talk about the real target of the killing intent, several scouts who were affected were all soft on the spot.

    The demons writhed in anger, and the pale hive trembled with their movements and began to collapse. Some of the smaller demons pulled their heads back into the cave - after all, they had just been freed, and although they were hungry, it was more important to keep their lives cautiously.

    There are only a few bites of the prey anyway, and it smells very dangerous.

    The rest stuck their heads out again, opened their saliva-filled mouthparts or mouths, and charged at them with their spells.

    "I warned you." Adrian's voice was very calm, "I'm sorry."

    Almost the next second, countless star-like light **** lit up above their heads, and there were also shining light marks, which at first glance looked like stars in the sky. No one could see the movements of the former knight commander clearly, they could only see the ball of light hovering in the darkness for a moment, then exploded together.

    A stench of blood rained down from the large cavity of the pale hive. The purple flesh slapped on the protective shield above the reconnaissance team, making an unpleasant sizzling sound.

    Adrian didn't stop, he jumped back to the stone platform.

    "Activate the dragon breath stone props and prepare the dragon!" He commanded directly, "They are about to explode, prepare to retreat!"

    His judgment was accurate.

    These demons are very simple-minded and find themselves seriously injured and have no hope of recovery. They will instinctively sweep away this danger for their kin—

    The rich abyss magic wave suddenly swayed.

    The reconnaissance team climbed up on the back of the blue dragon, and the grey parrot grabbed the leash of the Fuller goat with difficulty, and forcefully pulled it up too. It's a pity that the hands of the Mooney believers who operated the Dragon Breath stone flying props were shaking so badly that they were half a beat slower.

    The mixed abyss magic exploded violently.

    Adrian swallowed the blood that poured into his throat. As a seasoned fighter, he knows his physical condition like the back of his hand. He himself used more spells than he was at his prime, and Jesse gave him more pure power than he ever had.

    Excessiveness is not what normal human body can bear, and it can also cause damage.

    Despite the appearance, his internal organs are bursting. If you don't leave in time...

    Adrian gritted his teeth and activated the Advanced Guard spell again.

    A heavy hostility surged from the depths of the abyss and enveloped him in an instant. Adrian's scalp went numb, and he almost thought he had been kneaded into flesh by the hostility.

    Jesse's reaction was even stronger, the blond young man groaned and lost consciousness instantly. Everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and no one bothered to tie extra ropes to this annoying black seal.

    Adrian grabbed Jesse, who almost fell from the dragon's back, with one hand, and almost clenched his teeth against the hostility. He barely held on to the protective spell, but there were still a lot of abyss magic mixed with demon flesh and blood, pouring in the entire reconnaissance team.

    Dragon Breath stone props finally successfully activated.

    Adrian held the unconscious Jesse Dillon in his arms to prevent him from falling back into the abyss. Ignoring the pain that spread all over his body, he closed his eyes in the blinding white light—despite being doused with demonic flesh, they were no doubt rising rapidly.

    They are leaving.

    When he saw the sun again, Adrian fell to his knees and couldn't stand up for a long time.

    The overuse of strength left him with splitting headaches, tinnitus loud and insane, and his brain groaned as deprived of oxygen. He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and the silver sword in his hand was pitted and full of scratches.

    His eyes were full of flying spots of light, and it took a long time to see the face of the person in his arms.

    The next second, Adrian wakes up instantly.

    The nearly perfect face of Jesse Dillon no longer had anything to do with the word "beautiful", his face was horribly contorted, half still barely human, half twisted in the form of a beast. Alien horns protruded from his skull, and the twist even continued.

    The other party's unconsciously opened five fingers turned into sharp claws, and long snow-white hairs were exposed from the wide cuffs, stained with purple-black blood stains.

    Adrian stretched out his hand dazedly and lightly touched the other's paw.

    Yes.

    Sour emotion stuffed his throat, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

    "Routine inspection." The dwarf Lugo, who finally recovered, said sharply, "The large area of ​​contamination of the demon's flesh and blood has the possibility of injuring the superior demon. Please cooperate with the inspection - once If you find traces of alienation, deal with it immediately, completely destroy it and throw it back into the abyss."

    No.

    Adrien thought, now he knows. Whatever Jesse Dillon is, it absolutely cannot belong to the abyss. But the way he is now...

    He hugged the other person tightly in his arms, hiding the terrifying face.

    They returned to the surface, and now they can only wait for Dylan to wake up. If he didn't wake up in time... Adrian glanced at the silver swords wrapped in spells in the hands of the Judge Knights.

    As Jesse's appearance changes, the spiritual sacrifice that connects them becomes more fragile. Not to mention that his physical condition does not allow him to continue fighting, he can no longer use any spells.

    He didn't even have the strength to get up.

    "Check." Although he hates traitors, the prestige of the former Judge Knight Commander is still there. The approaching judge knight's tone was dry, but it was not disrespectful.

    "Please wait for us a moment." Adrian said in a hoarse voice, pressing Jesse's head with his blood-stained hands. "My companion is not doing well, he needs to take a break."

    "Check." The fanatic with the sword frowned, clenching the hilt.

    "What's wrong with you?!" The grey parrot spat out the leash in his mouth and cursed directly. "The two of them just saved your life!"

    "That's what they're supposed to do." The Mage who survived had a cold voice, "The Pope paid, didn't he? It's their job to save our lives. To condone is to allow a filthy demon like you to hang around in front of us."

    The gray parrot looked like he wanted to spray a few abyss magic on the mage's face, but it slipped away from Adrian, who was in trouble, and swallowed it back.

    The explosion of magic on the surface just now was too intense, and it has not slowed down.

    Baggarmoru undoubtedly hates fanatics more than Adrian Cross and Jesse Dillon who have fed him. It flew strong to Adrian's side, puffing out its chest and staring at the sword in dissatisfaction.

    The Knight of Judgment did not wait for Adrian's plea. He took out a page full of intricate runes and quickly lit it in front of them.

    "Jesse Dylan's state is not right." The knight reported in a flat voice, "I didn't find the aura of abyss magic, but his magic power fluctuations at the moment do not belong to human beings and do not match the data. There is no record of such fluctuations on the surface."

    Adrian lowered his gaze.

    "Wait a few more minutes and give us some time. I'm sure he can explain."

    He needs to procrastinate, even for a second - Jesse Dillon has always had a strong mouth, and when he wakes up, he will probably be able to solve this predicament with the nonsense he is good at.

    One second, another second.

    "While I'd love to say 'vote', it's not a voteable issue."

    The commander said flatly, tugging at the beard covered in flesh.

    "Thank you for your efforts, Cross. As a commander, I must eliminate all threats to the surface. As a believer, I have to maintain the majesty of the fire **** Mansfield. Your comrade is out of luck, hope You can understand."

    He made a gesture, and his skinny palms cut through the air.

    "May the glory of Chenni live forever." With the consent of the commander, the judgement knight simply prayed and swung his sword down.

    And that blade failed to let the former Judge Knight-Commander let go—the other sword stopped its trajectory.

    Adrian resisted the attack with his sword and placed a light kiss on the other's twisted forehead. He let go of the arms that held him, forcing himself to stand up again.

    "Cross, forget it, Cross!" Bagelmore exclaimed hastily, "You know him...you know he won't die! He said he won't die !he-"

    I have to tell the other side Jesse Dillon's identity, this fight is meaningless. Bagelmore flew with all his strength—even if the other party wouldn't believe it, even if such "disrespectful" remarks would cause trouble. It has to be…

    A dazzling white light bombarded down, it couldn't say anything, and could only fall weakly to the ground.

    "The devil's testimony." The fanatics cast their eyes, "Adrian Cross. Step back now, you won't be a death sentence."

    "He likes to lie."

    Adrian barely resisted the shock. He ignored the chattering fanatic in front of him, and just looked seriously in the direction of the grey parrot.

    "Thank you, Bagelmore. But I can't watch him being thrown into the abyss."

    A magic power slowly surged through his drained and oozing internal organs, Adrian turned his head with difficulty, and smiled gratefully at the choir youth hiding among the mad believers.

    It's a pity Hamlyn Elmer can't see, he thought regretfully.

    "I know he is stronger than me, I know he may not die, I know he may not be human... But I promised him below that I would protect him."

    The former Judge Knight was covered in blood, but smiling. He stood firmly in front of Jesse Dylan, holding the silver sword in both hands.

    "May the glory of Yanni live forever." Adrian said softly.

    He still has severe tinnitus and blood loss blurs his vision. But it wasn't the first time, and it wasn't the first time he was teetering on the edge of death.

    Counting the initial encounter, how many times did "Jesse Dillon" save him? he thought in a trance.

    While he was struggling to find information, this one was snoring next to him.

    …a guy with an extremely bad personality.

    "...and." The pain gradually turned to numbness, he raised the silver sword that was about to break, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became larger and larger.

    "The cake tastes good."