Stray

    Nimo walked down the streets in the afternoon wearing a holy shackle, returning a numb expression to all the curious eyes. An installed a holy shackle on him again, but this time the white chain of light was wrapped in a trace of black air.

    "You have to control." After a brief exchange of information, Ann patted Nemo on the shoulder. "Imagine holding a pudding, and don't break it—the time has passed, and we have to give the Holy See a good reason. Even with Oliver's charm, you'd better not make any omissions on your side."

    However, "holding the pudding forward" is not a simple matter, Nemo basically took three steps and stopped to make sure that the light chain was still completely wrapped around his arm. Oliver followed him with a bitter expression.

    "You don't really want to tell me." Nemo's soles rubbed against the road, moving very slowly. "Relax."

    "They won't be soft on you." Oliver sighed, "That's the dungeon of the Heresy."

    "So I'm so nervous that I have nothing to say?" Nemo laughed dryly, "No way, it's an attack by a superior demon and a sacrifice of blessing, 'Cahill' is real I don't want us to continue. The other party has done this, and there is definitely a secret to this matter."

    "But I've been thinking..." Oliver touched his chin, "Why did he ask other superior demons? He should know that his identity has been exposed. It was late at night again, and he must have been deceived. Mrs. Edwards's method - if she really doesn't know it. Humans rarely help out for free, and the superior demons should not be so friendly."

    "After all, he was the only one who had the motive to attack us. And if it wasn't for me suddenly... er, something went wrong, Witherspoon would have killed us. Wouldn't it be a bit of a test? Reluctantly?" Nemo was distracted, and the light chain almost snapped, causing him to stop immediately to adjust his strength.

    "What if he knew in advance that you might 'go wrong'?"

    Nemo frowned.

    "He may know something about you," Oliver said. "Otherwise it's a bit unnatural."

    "I don't think he would be kind enough to tell us." Nemo sighed, "Let's figure out the Cross thing first, and take it one step at a time."

    Oliver was even a little slower than Nemo when they finally moved to the stone steps of the Penitent Church.

    "Sorry." He looked straight into the other party's silver-gray eyes, and his tone was very solemn. "I assure you, I would never actually do such a thing."

    "I know." Nemo grinned, and the black gas on the light chain tumbled even more - holding the pudding for a long time is really a technical job, and he can't hold it anymore. "bring it on."

    After saying that, the two of them quickly pulled up their clothes, making it look like they had been fighting. Oliver took Nemo by the collar and dragged him up the stone steps. "guard-!"

     Alarmed by the holy yoke, the soldiers of the church moved very neatly. They quickly blocked the stone steps with a circle, and within five minutes, the chubby bishop appeared in front of them again—fortunately, the fake Cahill did not follow him this time.

    "What's the matter, my boy?" The Bishop still had a smile on his face, but that was only for Oliver - he just gave Nemo a quick glance, then put his scepter against it up Nemo's throat.

    "My friend...he doesn't want to give up his hands." Oliver looked at the scepter a little nervously. "He nearly broke your spell, and I think you need to know about it."

    "Why does it have to be both hands!" Nemo yelled in coordination, the dissatisfaction in his tone almost overflowing - Oliver seriously doubted that was what he was saying. "Can't the toes? ... Half the sole of the foot will do? Even if it has to be a hand, one is enough, right? I didn't do it voluntarily!"

    The bishop did not answer, just raised his chin. Then Oliver held his breath for a moment - one of the soldiers drew a long sword and pierced Nemo directly in the back. The blood quickly leaked out, and the white stone steps were dyed dark red.

    "Relax, child." As if sensing Oliver's stiffness, the bishop explained gently. "We won't execute your friend so rashly. If you have something to say to him, it's too late."

    "We're just... a little late." Oliver didn't move, he clenched his fists under his sleeves, trying to suppress the displeasure in his voice. "And like he said, he didn't voluntarily—"

    "Unfortunately, your friend is no longer purely human. Boy, he can even resist the shackles, you see those filthy shadows - he has been too eroded. "The bishop's voice was softer, even a little soothing. "I can understand your mood. It's normal to be sad. You have to know that that thing is no longer your friend. Its roars and pleadings are all to shake you, and you must not be deceived by it."

    "...I know." Oliver squeezed an answer between his teeth. Nemo was being held up by the soldiers and dragged into the church—the **** even took the time to give Oliver a quiet wink. "What will happen to him? Will he be tried, or...?"

    "Judgment is reserved for human beings, and the blood of demons does not need to be judged." The bishop replied, "According to the procedure, he needs to be purified in the dungeon and publicly executed three days later."

    "Can I meet him in the dungeon?"

    "Unfortunately, not, my child. I am truly sorry. But you know that your sacrifice today will never be forgotten—you protected this place with your selflessness and piety City. By the way, your name is...?"

    Oliver took a deep breath, trying to ignore his twitching stomach. He raised his eyes, and the green was replaced by dazzling gold: "You always knew us, Owen Rom and Nott Lang of Lower Town. Could you give me a talisman of light, Lord Bishop? I don't want to see this The tragedy happened again."

    "Sure, dear Owen."

    Nimo was not bothered by the sword wound in his chest, he was pretty sure it had healed completely by now. Fortunately, the **** clothes helped him cover, and the guards who escorted him didn't notice it. He didn't even feel much pain, but Oliver's face was paler - I hope Oliver doesn't leave any psychological shadows.

    He tried his best to look weak, peeking through the messy hair - the guards walking in front opened the door, and the magnificent statue of Zeni moved back, revealing the tunnel leading to the ground. wide passage. Even though it was daytime, torches were still burning on both sides of the passage. Two old clergymen followed closely to his left and right, reciting prayers. I have to say, when mixed with the sound of the torches, they are absolutely hypnotizing—the steps down seem endless, and Nemo almost fell asleep.

    What kind of attraction is this ghost place. He thought in a daze, and he had to persuade Oliver well when he went back.

    But by the time he reached the Wall of Sighs, Nemo had to admit that it was far more spectacular than he had imagined—and disgusting at the same time. The huge gray-white wall had a strange sense of transparency, and countless faces flowed on it, making indistinct whispers. The ceiling of the underground hall is extremely high, but it supports the entire space. If it is placed on the ground, it may not be much lower than the Penitent Church itself.

    "Guilty—" The faces screamed as Nemo approached. "The smell of killing, the smell of blood! Guilty-guilt-"

    Nemo got a headache from the quarrel, one couldn't hold back, and quietly slapped them with his middle finger. The faces suddenly screamed more vigorously.

    However, the two older priests did not react in any way. They cut their palms, pressed the wall of sighs at the same time, and quickly recited the incantation. The wound that was supposed to bleed gleamed, and the faces cluttered together, reluctantly making a gap just big enough for the two of them to pass at the same time.

    The tallest guard took Nemo by the collar and mercilessly dragged him into the wall. The thickness of the Wall of Sighs lived up to its reputation—they took ten steps before barely passing through the narrow gap.

    Nimo gasped at the sight in front of him.

    The snow-white Inquisition of Heresy floats above the huge pothole, and the brilliance of the magic circle keeps flickering at its bottom. The downward darkness seemed endless, and as far as the eye could see was a dense circle of cells, embedded in the stone walls of the pit, like the texture of a conch shell.

    This is quite different from the dungeon he imagined.

    "The sinner has been received." A cold female voice blew in Nemo's ear, Nemo subconsciously wanted to turn back, but found that he had been bound by metal at some point. Those things were like insect feet, binding his limbs tightly together. Man-like metal arms wrapped around his neck.

    It's a puppet. He gasped hard.

    "No circles found to trigger status."

    "No surface magic items found."

    "No Abyssal Magic Items found."

    "No special agents found."

    "The sinner has been polluted by the abyss, and is in danger. To be contained and purified."

    The next is a rapid fall, Nemo's eyes are sore from the wind - with the continuous fall, the surrounding becomes darker and darker. When he was convinced that he was going to spit it out in an indecent manner, the puppet's speed finally slowed down. Nemo could already see the bottom of the pothole now, and the huge holy emblem radiated a soft white light from the bottom of the pothole. He looked up, and the imposing Inquisition of Heresy looked like a white pea at this distance.

    The girl-like puppet still clings to him tightly, stuffing him into a narrow empty cell. As soon as Nemo got his footing, there was a click behind him - the light of the magic circle lit up, and even the falling prison railings were covered with incantations. I don't know whether to call it beautiful or weird. The puppet vibrated its mechanical wings, and the holy water ball that shone with broken light smashed Nemo with its head.

    It was an amazing purification, Nemo wiped his face stiffly, and could feel the magic circle behind him begin to faintly heat under the action of holy water.

    After confirming that the puppet had left, Nemo, who was soaking wet, turned around reluctantly. The cell was horribly cramped and reeked of rotten grease, and he couldn't lie down or sit down, like being locked in an upright coffin. The deep blacks were astonishingly dark, with only the shimmering light of the circle providing a tiny bit of illumination. He subconsciously took a deep breath—the feeling of being immersed in the darkness was inexplicably familiar.

    The surroundings were very quiet, there were no strange screams or groans, not even the sound of breathing. Nemo stretched out his hand and carefully touched the railing in front of him, and the pattern-like incantation instantly hissed like water dripping into hot oil.

    Slightly hot, but not unbearable.

    He carefully adjusted his posture, grasped the thick metal railings, and yanked them to the sides—the burning hissing grew louder, the metal bent overwhelmedly, It seemed particularly harsh in the silence. Nemo almost stopped in a guilty conscience, but unfortunately under the push of the time limit, he had to continue with gritted teeth. Within minutes, Nemo freed himself from his coffin-like cell.

    He pondered for a moment in the silence, and then broke off two sections of the railing, which he could use as a tool to advance to the bottom - Ann warned again and again that the rash use of abyss magic might trigger the alarm, and now he has to use Brute force to solve this problem.

    After all, there are no steps to go. Nemo inserted the two sections of railings into the stone wall in turn, carefully moving them to the bottom.

    The darkness is so thick that the flow of time becomes unpredictable. It might be an hour later, or it might be more than half a day, and he finally stepped on the huge holy emblem out of breath. The three corners of the holy emblem point to three cells—the rooms for sacrifices. They show faint outlines in the dim light, and they seem to be much larger than ordinary cells.

    The answer is at hand. Nemo took a deep breath and walked towards the dark cell in the dim light.

    "Help me." A soft female voice sounded from the railing, weak and sweet. "Help me, kind man."

    Three pairs of snow-white arms protruded from the railings, and the skin glowed with lustrous luster, but their length was really unnatural - Nemo was still five or six steps away from the cell, But they were close to catching him.

    Nemo swallowed, quite sure it wasn't Adrian Cross. He quickly stepped back a few steps and changed direction.

    The cell was silent this time, and Nemo moved a little closer, peeping inward by the light of the holy emblem.

    A group half a person tall, something like a rag slammed into the railing, and immediately screamed because of the burning incantation. "The sky falls, the abyss rises!" he—or she—screams in a gruff old voice. "The sky falls, the abyss rises—"

    Then it's the last one.

    "Adrian Cross?" He asked softly, crouching in front of the railing. The figure of the other party was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see it clearly.

    "Who are you?"

    The other party responded politely, with a calm tone and a low, pleasant voice. It was as if they had met on a sunny street.

    "My name is Nemo Wright." Nemo moved closer. "I...cough, we have something to ask you."

    "Ask, Mr. Wright." The other party didn't ask him about his identity or purpose, and there was no sense of urgency in his tone.

    "We know Cahill Edwards is a superior demon now." Nemo whispered, "We know you're not lying. Can you tell me what really happened...?"

    "No comment." The other party was silent for a moment, then replied calmly.

    (m..=)