Stray

    Ann did not answer. As if she didn't hear it, she went straight to the corner of the abandoned house and opened the rotten cellar door.

    "Go down," she said. "Let's go down."

    She was the first to jump down, and the remaining three men looked at each other. Adrian set off second, the chains didn't seem to cause him much trouble, his movements were neat, and the sound of landing sounded soft and steady. Nemo looked into the cellar and saw nothing but darkness. Oliver hesitated for a moment, clawed his hands on the edge of the cellar, and then released his hands cautiously.

    The first thing Oliver did when he hit the ground was to cast the lighting spell. The soft light instantly illuminated the cellar that was even more dilapidated than the room above. Nemo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, imitating Oliver's movements, trying to touch the ground in a safe position. As a result, he completely underestimated his new grip—the rotten planks crumbled between his fingers, and he fell humbly on his back.

    Fortunately, the floor of the cellar is soft soil. Nemo sniffed the strong stench in his nostrils and sneezed hard. This time, Oliver quickly reached out to help Nemo get rid of the mud and dry moss on the ground, plus a few sticky mouse bones.

    "This is connected to the sewer." An kicked open a crumbling stone brick, "They are probably busy blocking the wall at the moment. The sewer is safe for the time being, and they won't go to the There are too many people here."

    Nemo agreed with her very much - he was about to be suffocated by the stench in the air, and no creature would make such a place the first choice except rats and cockroaches. He was already starting to miss that clean and comfortable hotel room.

    "Let's untie Mr. Cross first," Oliver suggested. "He's agreed to help us with the task, and I'm sure he won't break his word."

    "...are you still thinking about the mission?" Ann exclaimed in disbelief, "Do you know what the situation is now?"

      Nemo didn't want to know what he was stepping on, and had to try to distract himself by adding topics. "How's your harvest?"

    "Mrs. Edwards may...know." Oliver's eyes flashed over Adrian. "I don't think she's in control of that..."

    "Dara Lanene." Adrian helped him add the second half of the sentence.

    Ann stopped, while Oliver and Nemo looked at the former knight commander who was walking at the end.

    "I thought you at least knew who your enemy was." Adrian sighed, "My mistake."

    "Since you know the identity of the superior demon, why are you... uh, in this situation?" Nemo chose his words carefully, trying to save his image - if he was with Adrian Cross What else is there in the image.

    "Dara Lennion is good at illusion." Adrian was not as reluctant to explain like Ann, or ignored the offensive questions. He simply answered Nemo's question.

    "Puppet shape illusion won't let people see what they don't want to see." Ann joined the conversation with a little ill will, not trying to hide the desire to stumble on Adrian. "That means to the lovely citizens, they want you to be the villain more than Cahill Edwards."

    "It is true." Adrian's expression was calm, and he even nodded. "I'm not surprised."

    "Then continue the topic just now." The other party's calm attitude made the female warrior's tone a little more frustrated, "I don't want you to have any strange expectations of me, even if this world is over. It has nothing to do with me. I have no interest in that prophecy. Why am I still following these two boys? Because this time it was my fault, otherwise I would have tied them together and hung them up at the church door to apologize - to myself There is a lot of conscience, but I at least have a face."

    Oliver and Nemo silently distanced themselves from her and fell behind Adrian.

    "...But I'm curious, isn't the person in the prophecy already determined?" The two who retreated from An Chong rolled their eyes.

    "I'm not that person." Adrian said solemnly, "But neither is Godwin Lopez."

    "Why, the evaluation of the head of Horizon is so low?" Ann folded her arms. "What are you trying to say, Oliver—yes, that kid you were talking to—is that possible?"

    "His talent is no worse than Lopez."

    "They say Lopez," Nemo couldn't help whispering to Oliver when he caught a key word. "Head of Horizon is a Lopez? He has absolutely nothing to do with Tin Corps Captain Flint Lopez—"

    "I'm more curious about what that prophecy is than this...how do I feel like I'm the only one here who hasn't heard of it?"

    "You haven't heard of it?!" Nemo raised his voice in surprise, and Ann and Adrian stopped talking and cast complicated eyes. "...Sorry, sorry, you guys continue."

    "Actually I don't remember much." Nemo lowered his voice again and explained to Oliver, whose expression was blank. "Just remember that it's not very human."

    "It's not very human..."

    Maybe they can't stand the casual attitude of two people towards prophecy. Adrian frowned, and just as he was about to speak, a female voice sounded first.

    "Born by death and betrayal, stepping over the bones of loved ones, shattering curses, and embracing the abyss."

    "Follow the king's guidance, the knight blessed by the gods. He follows the stars and comes like winter."

    "His sword will bring the true end."

    An cleared his throat. "...It's just a few words. Actually, I don't think it's very human. If I were the Pope, I definitely hope that the prophet can be accurate to the place of birth of that guy. It's better to confirm the street."

    "...No, I meant to." Oliver looked a little tangled. "What's this prophecy about? Sounds a little, uh, negative."

    "Who knows, the more popular sayings are 'the swordsman with the most hope to conquer the abyss', 'the true savior'...and so on."

    "I think Mr. Cross fits the bill." Nemo whispered, "especially the 'winter coming'."

    The knight commander who was mentioned gave him a cold look.

    "Are you sure you are stepping on the abyss and not on the surface?" Oliver whispered back, "The person in the prophecy sounds a bit miserable?"

    This time Adrian coughed twice.

    "It's definitely not me, Mr. Clos." Oliver quickly explained, "My childhood was very happy. I never met a king, much less a knight—I don't even have any faith!"

    Nemo nodded sympathetically. Judging from their current experience, let alone being blessed by God, it is almost the same as being despised by God.

    "I just compared you and Lopez's strength. Objectively speaking, there is a possibility." Adrian responded blankly. "Lopez hasn't been officially recognized yet, and I don't think he's going to be. It's just that."

    As soon as he finished speaking, the unbearable stench in the air suddenly thickened. Ann's hunting spear filled the circle in an instant, she stabbed Adrian with a spear, and the latter's chain exploded into several pieces in an instant. The swollen floating corpse fluttered in the air. It swayed a few times, and just as it was about to adjust its movements, it was severely restrained by a chain glowing with white light on its swollen, invisible neck. Adrian grabs the newly broken silver chain and turns it into a deadly enough weapon.

    He gripped the chain tightly, tightening his arms, almost wringing its head off. The floating corpse opened its mouth full of carrion and let out an angry roar, then turned its neck for half a full turn, stretched out its head and bit Adrian. An's backhand spear just stabbed, the floating corpse's head was shattered by the electric light, and the swollen body fell limply back into the sewage. Leaving a black and green brain and a more intoxicating stench.

      Trying to resist the urge to retching in the foul stench of a solid body.

    Adrian looked back silently and put away the chain in his hand, but Ann did not put down the hunting spear in his hand. So he sighed and threw the chain into the sticky sewage, and Ann put away the spear.

    "I hope you understand," she said grimly, "just in case."

    "I promised the young man," Adrian said, moving his joints stiff from being restrained for too long. "I won't lie."

    Nemo on the side finally managed to get his breath, and he almost began to wonder if the two people had a fake nose at all. Just as he was about to share this conjecture with Oliver, he found that Oliver was staring at his hands—the illumination technique was still able to maintain, but it had darkened a lot, and Oliver was distracted.

    Nemo immediately put aside the idea of ​​​​joking. Oliver's face was a little pale, his hands that didn't use Illumination slowly clenched into fists, and Nemo knew very well that it wasn't because of rancidity or fear.

    "Oli?" he asked worriedly.

    Oliver reluctantly smiled, and the light of the illumination technique slowly recovered. "I'm fine," he replied gently, but then he turned his face away.

    "Ann, how long do we need to stay here?" Oliver asked loudly in Ann's direction.

    "At least tonight, if all goes well, tomorrow afternoon—"

    "If possible, could you please not take action right away?"

    Ann let out a long, interesting "oh". She stopped and looked Oliver up and down.

    "You don't have a sword," she concluded. "I probably know what you're thinking, but it's not a good idea to force yourself."

    "I know." Oliver said, walking a few steps quickly, walking with Adrian at the front of the line.

    "You can put away the shield." The female warrior approached Nemo and slapped him on the shoulder. The latter was literally startled, and there was a light sound of something shattering in the darkness. "Oh, well, just keep holding on. You can practice your control along the way—since you want to protect him so much."

    At this distance, Oliver could not hear what the two behind him were saying. But at the moment when the floating corpse struck, the black shadow behind him shuddered. Almost instantly, he realized the fact that it wasn't the mere darkness cast by the sewer tunnel, not from the beginning. And there is only one person on the scene who can control the shadow shield.

    The realization made his heart sour.

    Something was roaring in front of him, he carefully controlled his strength, imitating Adrian’s movements, attacking the source of the sound—

    Stronger, he took a breath, the cold air condensed a thin layer of ice on the surface of the sewage.

    He needs to get stronger.

    (m..=)