Stray

Nemo took a step back subconsciously, the metal block in his chest began to heat. They are still some distance away from the red fog, so they can't see clearly. But even from this distance, the scene of scattered flesh still sends chills down the spine.

"We're near the border." Nemo grabbed the little metal square.

"It doesn't make any sense to say this now." Ann took out a half-torn parchment book from his pocket and flipped it quickly. "It's no longer a question of eligibility, we have to live first."

Nemo recognizes this. Although ordinary adventurers who are outside will use some simple magic more or less, but more complex magic is difficult to learn and use, except for experienced mages, few professions can use them easily. If you can't afford a full-time mage, it's the most convenient way to buy the spell book directly - just tear off the page when you use it, and trigger it with magic burning, which is simple and fast. There's nothing wrong with this thing except that it's terribly expensive.

For ordinary adventurers who are not from aristocratic backgrounds, this is basically the last resort.

"Can that thing be blocked?" Oliver lost his sword, empty-handed and a little at a loss.

"We can't outrun it, and we will die faster by handing over our back. It is not a complete superior demon, and its power is scattered everywhere. We still have some hope." A page of parchment, the hand holding the page trembles slightly. "Do you two have faith? If so, now is the time to pray."

The milky white hemispherical barrier unfolds with them as the center, just covering the people fleeing in this direction. People didn't slow down their running speed because they were protected by magic, but the red mist really slowed down after touching the edge of the barrier. It began to slowly climb tentatively up the barrier.

Ann's lips were bloodless and a little scary. She was panting rapidly, sweat all over her forehead.

"No, the barrier is too weak." She announced in a hoarse voice.

And Nemo stared at the twisting red mist. Since confronting the Seymour Worm, the world has begun to lose the real feel it should have. At this moment, he had a strange feeling that it should be a very dangerous creature - but unlike the Seymour worm, he could still taste the bitterness of death when looking directly at the worm's eyeballs, but now he is even polite. Fear can't hold up.

Although both Oliver and Ann said the oppression was unbearable, something other than oppression gripped him. A strange murmur accompanied the quivering of the air, beating against his eardrums. Not the sound of running on the grass, the wailing of people or the gasping of animals. It does not originate from natural sounds, let alone some kind of language, but the melody carries thoughts and emotions exactly.

He discriminates those complicated emotions doubtfully.

A few thin air pillars protruded from the red fog, and they were frantically and fiercely probing on the milky white mask.

Murmurs came from all directions, Nemo swallowed hard, and his throat was burning with pain.

"Oliver." He didn't dare to disturb Ann who was frantically burning the spell sheet, "Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"Strange voice." Nemo began to wonder if it was a good idea to ask others, and sounded stupid.

"I can't hear. You can ask the bird, maybe there is something unexpected." Fortunately, Oliver did not immediately doubt or deny him.

"I didn't hear anything," the grey parrot watched happily, "Anyway, neither me nor this kid will die, as for you—can't you be more open-minded? Humans even have a hundred It’s hard to live for years, so don’t be too depressed if you die decades early.”

"If you know what it thinks, can you communicate with it?" Nemo licked his lips nervously.

"We are different species, what do you think?" The grey parrot trimmed its feathers. "I said, you don't have to worry about that—she doesn't hurt her kind, they never hurt her kind, and they're notoriously sweet and gentle. Just stay there and she can smell you. Of course, It's two different things if you want to do it."

The "gentle and lovely" Pandoratel was squeezing the layers of protective shields with her body, and the latter made a sour squeak. It doesn't seem to intend to give up this hard bone, and it is bound to win the dozens of fresh flesh inside the barrier.

"Two things?"

"Before you kill, you must confirm the territory. Now this is her territory, the whole. I warn you, she is not a stupid bug, a real superior demon - in the abyss we still I can have a fight with enthusiasm, but now I can't, I can't beat her. Although I don't know how she did it, she gave away at least a tenth of her body, and I got a piece as small as a fingernail! If you go up to provoke now, she will concentrate all her strength to solve you first, and it will be solved very easily."

"I've been meaning to ask...if I die, what will happen to you?"

"I don't know!" cried the grey parrot angrily. "It's not going to be good anyway. If the worst happens, I'll just be a **** parrot this time—you know. Isn't it easy to come up here?"

"That is, you won't die."

The parrot stopped talking and stared at Nemo suspiciously.

"It stands to reason that the superior demons will not be bound, let alone obey people's orders. But from the attitude of Gang An, the mercenary guild should have a way to control the superior demons." Nemo He said slowly, with a bit of uncertainty still remaining in his tone. "Theoretically, they shouldn't have allowed it...well, she's running around. That means..."

Oliver seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say, and there was some surprise in his emerald eyes.

"...Assuming Bagelmore is not lying, it is indeed a superior demon, and superior demons need to fight first. Then I...I may be able to get all the attention of that thing As long as I find the control boundary set by the guild, she can't reach me, and I can continue to drag the time. I don't believe they will allow her to wander outside for a long time. "

"Are you crazy?" The grey parrot was so angry that he almost flapped his wings. "Never mind your business!"

"...but it's theoretically possible, doesn't it? I'm going to have nightmares for the rest of my life if I don't try it. Oliver, you and Ann keep those people away, and I'll divert it away, if If it doesn't work-"

"I'll go with you." Oliver interrupted him, his expression solemn and serious.

"You..."

"You have no combat experience, you may be caught before you find the spell boundary." Oliver said word by word, "Don't worry about weapons, I also have my means."

Vicious words to attack the two ignorant idiots in front of them.

? I don't like having the peace of mind to wait for someone to fight for me - not to mention, I owe this guy enough."

The milky white brilliance became transparent, and the crunching sound became louder.

"Ann!" Nemo yelled in the direction of the female warrior.

The female warrior turned her head with a pale face, facing the black-haired youth with a forced calm smile.

"We have an idea, let's go first!" Nemo turned towards the ferocious red mist and greeted loudly. Oliver followed him, scanning the lawn carefully, hoping to pick up a discarded weapon. "You stay away, remember to help us pick a task tomorrow—"

Supported by blind optimism and dim hope, they run towards death. Ann was familiar with that youthful aura—naive and foolish, always tacitly tacitly acknowledging that miracles would happen, and that he would become the special case among millions of people.

Like herself years ago.

She did not stop them, nor did she respond to them. No one knows how long the mercenary guild is going to keep this thing hanging around, it could be until the sun rises tomorrow and the test is over, it could be a few days or more—

But now she has nothing to do. Ann's heart was beating wildly, her internal organs aching with tension and fear. There's nothing worse than the feeling of sitting still - than a sudden accident, which humiliates the victim before dying, and emphasizes their incompetence to the poor people.

She opened the spell book with only three pages left. There are two pages left on the Radiance Barrier. The last page was glued on by herself. It was dirty and old, full of creases, and it was not surprising when it fell off. Ann twisted the page with her hands and lowered her head in a complicated mood, as if the fingers were not old and smelly parchment, but a sharp blade.

No, there is one more thing she can do.

Nimo and Oliver stopped at the border of the barrier. It's not a good idea to get too close to the red fog, and it's not a good idea to be too far away. The Grey Parrot didn't follow, and Nemo could only guess the way to provoke himself. For some reason, he couldn't generate hostility as smoothly as he did a few hours ago. As he got closer to the red mist, the strange noise became clearer and more desperate at the same time. As if a wounded cub was whining in front of him, the cruel hunter would have to hesitate for a few seconds, not to mention the former library employee who was always harmless.

That emotion infected him, sadness and despair like venomous snake teeth, swiftly pierced into his heart. Before his thought of "hoping the other party disappears", he was suppressed by another.

"Hey, I'm here." Nemo thought unconsciously.

This is by no means hostile, but there is no doubt that Pandora found him.

Countless thin plumes of smoke rose from the corner of the forest and converged, and they didn't even feel it from a distance. When their bodies really gathered, they realized how huge their opponents were— The smoke no longer flows, but instead condenses a liquid-like texture. The scarlet color became thicker as the smoke gathered, almost brown-black at the end, and the demon body in front of them looked like a giant tornado with life.

The noise stopped for a moment at that moment.

In those few seconds, Nemo almost gave birth to some hope, hoping that he might be able to avoid a possible battle through communication - or a one-sided pursuit. But his hope soon faded with the swept up trees and sand.

The second murmur turned into pure noise, piercing his head in an instant. Instead of attacking Nemo directly, the demons attacked everything around the woods indiscriminately—alive or dead. Under the shrill noise, Nemo no longer had time to distinguish his emotions, and he had used up all his concentration without crouching with his head in his arms. At this time, Oliver, who couldn't hear the noise, helped a lot. He grabbed Nemo's waist, quickly carried him and ran.

Nimo's face was on Oliver's back, and he raised his head with difficulty. Pandora was not chasing after him, and was still insane. The sky was full of rocks and wreckage of tree trunks, and the high-pitched noise made him a little nauseous. Oliver stretched out his free left arm and swung it back—a wave of ice surged up, blocking the large chunks of debris that were crashing at them. At the same time, Oliver's left arm was dripping with blood instantly.

Nimo gritted his teeth, trying to squeeze the noise out of his head. He stretched out his hand, and a thought filled his head.

This is his plan, he can't drag Oliver to death first.

The black barrier suddenly rose. It did not unfold as flat as last time, but climbed up the brown-black mist tornado like a living creature, piercing the mist from all angles like a vine wrapped around a tree. Thick shadows bound the brown-black mist, like a strange and unpleasant totem erected in the forest.

No spells, no circles. He was sweating nervously as he clumsily explored the trick in the unknown.

They could not hear the slight applause on the cliff not far away.

The edge of a small cliff above the gap where the three used to be their stronghold. The hooded man clapped his hands insincerely.

"Jude is such a fool, no, humans have probably long since forgotten how to embrace new things—that's a demon sorcerer, no doubt."

He pulled down the taupe hood and let out a long sigh at the communication crystal in his hand. "It's a pity that we may not be able to get him this time."

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