Stray: Chapter 108 save and kill

The library is on the basement floor, and the next floor is the dungeon where the sacrifices are held. The room where Nemo was imprisoned was right below the dungeon. Nemo tried to dive further, but his perception began to be distorted by the cracks of the law. It was like a hazy black fog, or the air that was tumbling desperately in the heat. The things he detected began to twist, and finally disappeared into darkness.

Only the rough outline of the cliff leopard, and a very weak life response.

Fergil led the way, followed by Nemo and Oliver's silent knights. The route chosen by Vergil was remote and difficult to walk, and the route was smooth, and he hardly encountered anyone else. Occasionally ran into a few wandering demon believers, and after seeing the "Silent Knight" among the three, they all chose to lower their heads and speed up, and left quickly.

It's just that Vergil, who has always been witty and talkative, kept silent this time. In the darkening passage, he lit a strange white torch. But he didn't once look back at Nemo and his silent knight, and walked on with his head down.

Fergil's aura changed, Nemo recalled it for a long time before he found a similar feeling from his memory - it was an old aura that was very incompatible with Duran Vergil's appearance.

Quiet and dull.

He led them to the end of a narrow cul-de-sac, bit his fingertips, and smeared the stone walls with blood in eerie and intricate formations. As the blood formation was completed, the blood was sucked into the stone bricks. After the last smear of red disappeared, the wall slid away silently, and a more stale smell rolled over the mold.

The white firelight illuminated what was behind the wall—a circular space of about twenty square meters, with rough stone steps without guardrails spiraling down. Unidentified water stains of reddish-brown flowing on the stone steps were slippery and dangerous.

Fergil pursed his lips and nodded at Nemo, his complex eyes swept across his face, as if to determine whether he still wanted to move forward. Nemo answered him with action—he followed without hesitation.

The stone wall closed automatically behind them, and the whole space became darker in an instant. Virgil threw the torch in the middle of the space, and it stretched out several slender feet like a ghost spider, grabbed the side of the spiral stone steps, and slowly climbed down with their speed.

Nimo didn't dare to communicate with Stealth and Oliver, their footsteps were harsh in the silence. Every breath is like a hurricane, every drop of water sounds like an explosion. And the downward stone steps seem to be endless, leading to the abyss. It's unnecessary, he thought. They could use the air circle, and he didn't even mind drawing one on everyone's sole. It is obviously faster to jump directly from the void and use the fall to advance.

Fergil, as a demon sorcerer, could not have imagined this.

Then there is only one possibility, Vergil wants to go seriously. Their client is turning everything into a rather odd ritual. What is he going to do?

"How long will it take?" Nemo hesitated for a moment before speaking. The sound echoed repeatedly in the narrow space.

"Half an hour."

"We've been walking for a long time." Nemo cleared his throat, "There is no teleportation circle in this church, are you sure you can escape successfully?" It wasn't a problem for him, but he had to make sure that Vergil was lying from the start.

"You and your leader are lovers, right?" Vergil did not answer his question, but instead threw a question back.

This question was too blunt and unexpected, Oliver stepped down a little harder, and the armor on his feet made a loud clicking sound.

"Yes." Nemo responded clearly, "but it has nothing to do with the current situation."

"So I still say that, I will send you out no matter what." Vergil said, there was no disdain or disgust in his tone, but very sincere. "Trust me, I can do it."

Nemo doubts this. If only in terms of magic power, Vergil's strength is not strong. Also a Demon Warlock, he and Hagen were more than a notch behind. He himself should be the type to win with skill and experience, and it is absolutely impossible to have the strength to inspire space magic.

But for now he can only keep silent.

Just as Nemo wondered if they would really just walk into the abyss, Vergil stopped. The spiral stone steps finally came to an end, and they plunged into the reddish-brown sewage. Fergil stepped out first, the water was not deep, just below his calf.

Nemo struggled for a few seconds, resisting the urge to cast spells, and also stepped down. The sticky, cold sewage burrowed straight into his boots, wrapping his toes with an unpleasantly slippery touch. But it didn't have a strong smell, only the rotten smell that is unique to the aging storage.

The torch stretched its slender feet and staggered ahead of them. After advancing for about ten minutes, Fergil took out a chain that was thick enough and went directly to the first high platform they encountered.

"There may be a battle next, I'll take one step first." Vergil skillfully climbed up the iron rope, half-kneeling on the high platform. "...The opponent is not strong. You still have a silent knight on your side, so there should be no problem."

"It's not wise to spread out?" Nemo asked immediately.

"I'll leave the torch to you—it'll take you there when I'm done on my side." Vergil sighed. "There's a big guy guarding the entrance. I'm very familiar with it. You don't need to fight, Mr. Wright, it's dangerous for you to be by your side."

"Okay." Nemo swallowed silently, "Then please go first."

Fergil gave him a slightly difficult smile and left the high platform, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

"He probably wants to hide his strength." Oliver finally seized the opportunity to speak. He took off his helmet and took a deep breath. "God, this thing's field of vision is too narrow, and I almost stepped on it seven or eight times just now."

"Don't be nervous, I will follow you." Nemo sighed in relief, he ignored the chain and jumped onto the high platform. Then, impatiently, he took off his boots and began to dump the sewage inside. "It's good to be separated, at least we can say a few words."

"Yeah. Speaking of which, I thought he planned to steal the research materials of the erosive spell." Oliver also easily jumped onto the high platform, and the torch climbed up tremblingly at the same time. "...But now it looks like he didn't tell a lie."

"I'm concerned too," Nemo murmured, "Mr. Vergil didn't seem to be lying just now. He really doesn't seem to intend to drag me into the water."

"What do you say will be in the tomb?" Oliver's green eyes gleamed in the light of the torch.

"According to the records of the Church of the Abyss, the tomb has two floors." Nemo did not intend to hide the knowledge he had gained. "We should be on the upper floor now, which is theoretically used to store the bones of believers. It will be a little miasma in a while, do you need help?"

"I can handle it...but, Nemo." Oliver swapped his helmet to his left hand and drew the Sword of Rest - its rough, unfinished hilt that was simply and crudely embedded in the fine sword of the Silent Knight. Both the handle and the blade are made of bone, so at first glance there is no problem. "Can you feel the existence of other superior demons? There seems to be a very powerful superior demon sleeping here."

Good question. Nemo scratched his nose. "can."

"Can you feel where it is?"

“…Are you asking the body or the human body obtained by possession?”

"Is this a question that needs to be confirmed?" Oliver's voice suddenly became dry, "Could it be..."

"Its body is half rotten, and the Church of Silent is supported by its bones. This is the part I can feel." Nemo also answered dryly, "and its body In the lower level of the tomb, this is the record in the Abyss Church documents."

Oliver spent three full minutes digesting this fact, the expression on his face changed for a while, and finally settled at a daze.

"Nimo..."

Here, Nemo took a breath. He thought he knew what Ollie wanted to ask—how to detect the demon itself, or how to spy on the documents of the church of the abyss. If Ollie really wants to get to the bottom of it, he might be able to tell right now...

"Should we raise prices?" Oliver said nervously. "Although Mr. Vergil is a good man, this is going too far."

"..." Nemo was deeply silent for a few seconds. He wanted to explain his conjecture, but the atmosphere was completely absent. "Probably," he responded equally blankly. "Don't you have any other thoughts?"

"No." Oliver shook his head, frowning suddenly. "No, I have a question."

Come here. Nemo plucked up his courage again—

"Will it not hurt?"

"…Huh?" Nemo didn't react for a while.

"It's a little unnatural." Oliver weighed the helmet in his hand. "I got some information here. The Church of the Abyss has been trying to wake up this demon so that it can become an important combat force for them. But according to you, they built their important main church directly on its bones. ...then I can only think that what they wanted to wake up was the demon's body."

"But building a house on someone else's half-rotten body, doesn't it look very rude? It sounds painful, so when it wakes up, can it really work together smoothly?"

"Indeed, but I think I can explain." Nemo dug out the words on the old leather in his head. "When they found it, its body was sleeping."

"And then?"

"They held a grand sacrifice and got 'acquiescence'." Nemo sighed, "Well, unilaterally determined 'acquiescence'. After all, they believe that this demon is full of Hate itself is painful enough to not care about a little more pain."

“…”

"It was forcibly dragged up by the 'Gatekeeper' more than 700 years ago. Do you remember the Pandoratel during the Black Badge test, Ollie?"

"Of course."

"The group of people should be studying the weaponization of the superior demon." During the test, the demon larva's desperate help came to mind again, and his stomach seemed to have a sudden drop of lead. "This should be... the product of a failed experiment that year. It barely saved a life, but..."

It is also relatively weak and docile, and there is only one key difference between it and the Pandoratel—this cliff nightmare leopard has already grown up.

The gatekeepers forcibly pulled part of its body to the surface, but were completely unable to destroy its will. And they didn't study the way to send the superior demon back, so they had to destroy it. In other words, unilaterally determined "elimination". The life force of the superior demon has always been strong, and the part of it that was pulled out of the surface happened to have no heart. So it survived by chance, but it can only be counted as "alive" for the time being.

A survival that must die in despair.

"In short, no matter how weak, there are so many bodies exposed... Just like the original Pandora, its magic power will be stronger than most of the superior demons on the surface." Nemo Don't want to start a discussion on this topic, "You should know about Aurora, it's normal for Aurora to stare at it."

"They decided it would take revenge." Oliver pondered for a moment, "so the Church of the Abyss thought it would 'absolutely' cooperate with them. But there was still something wrong, even if they blocked O'Lori for it. seal-"

Hagen said so a while ago.

Is the New Moon Sacrifice really just a simple killing of "Salute to the Demon King"?

It's really unnatural. More than 700 years have passed, even if Nemo doesn't know the specific situation at the time - no matter what, a sleeping Nightmare Leopard can't last so long by himself. There is an external force forcibly hanging it, in order to wait for the revenge after that "wake up".

As far as Duran Fergil's performance is concerned, he is not the type who expects chaos in the world at all.

An exorcist adept at eroding charms…

"Oli," Nemo said softly, looking at the soft white light of the torch, and for the first time it was so dazzling. "I think...I know what Mr. Vergil's intentions are, and he really won't 'take' anything."

"...he probably went to kill it."

(m..=)