Stray: Chapter 115 bad news

The church was collapsing rapidly, and the sound of rocks cracking was extremely harsh. The ground descended faster and faster, and as stone chips and dust continued to leak from the ceiling of the underground hall, Ulysses' skeleton stone sculpture began to gradually crumble. Evil cracks crawled towards the stone brick floor, and the scene was so gloomy that it seemed apocalypse.

The superior demon who just descended on the surface is crying. Not to provoke pity, not to grieve. More like an instinctive reaction after losing all hope in an instant. The woman's black gauze skirt was scattered on the ground, and several faces on her head disappeared, leaving only one elegant and beautiful face - that should be the appearance of the abyss bishop when he was still a human.

But that's just Hagen Ingram's body.

The abyss bishop a few minutes ago is indeed dead. She passed away quietly, taking her answer with her.

"...she figured out the 'truth of the existence of the devil'?" Nemo ignored the collapsing building, he stiffly loosened the preacher's collar, and walked towards the superior demon who was paralyzed on the ground . "tell me."

"I don't know!" cried the beautiful superior demon, crawling into the distance without any image. If the previous Hagen Ingram had a fox-like temperament, the current demon is more like a frightened rabbit. Even though she had the same body, she looked flustered and nervous, as if she would collapse in the next second. "I only have the knowledge and memory of that human being, it is impossible to know her specific thoughts!"

"I understand, but there is no warning?" Nemo tried to suppress the tremor in his voice, he didn't like the other party's fear reaction very much. She looked so scared, like he was going to chew her alive in the next second. "impossible."

"At that moment, she thought that she had obtained a satisfactory answer, and the contract would be completed. It really wasn't me—"

Nemo shuddered subconsciously.

The book collection of the Abyss Church was all put into Nemo's mind - even so, he did not question the previous speculation of Bagelmore. The law comes from cognition, and he did erase cognition and was able to leave. This is a relatively ambiguous explanation, but it barely makes sense in theory.

But Hagen Ingram wasn't some empty-headed fool. She participated in crusades and even climbed to the position of Bishop of the Abyss. According to how obsessed the Abyss Church is with the Demon King, her inferences are obviously more valuable than Bagelmore's. The new information received by the abyss bishop is very limited, there are only two points - he is on the surface, and he does not know why he came.

Then with reference to Adrian Close's first reaction—

If the law is really not broken...then what is the current self? Is there anything else behind an "incomplete" him?

Unfortunately, the abyss bishop who got the answer is no longer alive, and no one can answer him. There were too many rampant thoughts in his head, like a large number of sharp nails shaking in the flesh. Colestolo's body was about to fall back into the abyss, and Nemo could even feel the strange pulling sensation radiating from the crack, as well as the illusion of warmth.

Nimo stood on the spot, behind the crazy believer, and in front of the demon who was almost stunned. Others in the church had obviously withdrawn, and a bad premonition climbed up his back like a swarm of poisonous spiders. Nemo gritted his teeth, and he directly grabbed the demon warlock who was still kneeling. At the same time, the vertical and horizontal Interwoven cracks tore the floor, ominous fire gleamed from it.

A superior demon in a long black dress sat on one of the broken floors, and the fragile rock was rapidly turning into pieces the size of walnuts. She seemed to have forgotten what to do, and she was about to fall back into the abyss.

Nimo reached out to her, "Grab me!" His mind went blank, and he shouted intuitively.

But the superior demon didn't move, and tears kept streaming down his face. Under the increasingly strong gravitational force of the abyss, she finally moved her finger—

An incomplete, weak shield separates the two.

Nemo knew he could shatter it if he reached out. But it made his arm a little heavier, and hesitation tangled up in an instant. At the moment when he hesitated, the superior demon moved to the edge of the broken stone slab and plunged into the abyss.

"Don't come here." Her voice was trembling and changed into a tone, full of fear, and the sound of the collapse was too soft to hear.

Her figure was instantly engulfed by the crack.

Nemo stopped breathing and stared at the burning crack for a second. Then he opened the space, grabbed the collar of the Demon Warlock in his hand, and immediately left the Silent Church. They landed in the charred open space behind the church, and the sound of the bombardment and roar of the magic array suddenly entered his ears—the sound of the battle of the distant army was heard in the wind. Most of the demon believers who escaped from the church commanded the demons to run to the battlefield, and a small number of them scattered and plunged into the scorched forest, not knowing what to do.

Before the ruins of the church completely sank, Nemo ripped open the space for the last time and fished out his staff from the cell. In the next second, the peeling spire of the church was completely swallowed up by the crack, and the ground gathered like a liquid.

The Church of Silence has completely disappeared from the surface.

The corpses that were originally guarding the door of the church were scattered, and the surveillance bugs were flying wildly over the only remaining ruins. The sun shone down unconsciously, and the metal staff was even warm to the touch. Everything in front of me revealed a sense of absurdity like dreamlike erratic and vain. Nemo's senses were no longer sharp—or too sharp, and his spirit wouldn't allow him to feel it carefully.

He panted hard, as if he were about to drown in this airy open space. He put all his weight on the staff to keep himself from falling.

"Don't mention today's matter to anyone." Nemo finally calmed down and turned his face to the mouth-only demon warlock. "I'm so sorry, just in case...I have to give you a Silence Charm."

Nemo murmured, and the black spell wrapped around the body of the demon sorcerer like a filament. It's a modified silence spell that doesn't inflict substantial harm on the bound, only forcibly restraining them when they're about to leak. To be honest, Nemo doesn't like this kind of unilateral forced seal, but he has to get things over here as soon as possible—

Nimo didn't want to stay here any longer, and his uncontrollable thoughts made him upset. If he doesn't find a place to relax, he may really break down for a moment because he can't accept it.

Of course, an emotional breakdown is not a big deal. Everyone has had moments when they were crushed by anger, sadness or despair. Throwing things, screaming or crying, just let it go.

But he doesn't dare now.

Nimo was more aware of what his power meant than ever before.

Destruction is much easier than repair, and he believes that he cannot afford to lose his power with his emotions. Just maintaining his calm appearance now almost exhausts all his energy. A few steps away, the Demon Warlock remained in a half-kneeling position quietly, until the dark spell sank into his body. After that, he raised his head slightly and let out a sigh.

Nemo turned away, not intending to engage in any further conversation. His eyes were sore, and there seemed to be a stinger stuck in his throat. The metal staff in his hand poked into the pitch-black death ground, bringing up a little stench of mud. He lowered his head and stared at the ground, stopping for a few seconds at every step, trying to suppress the frantic tumbling emotions in his heart.

Then he saw blood. The bright red liquid came from behind and wet the soles of his shoes.

Don't want to, he thought, but he has to check back.

The preacher was still kneeling there, the black eroding spell eroding his heart. A lot of blood poured out of his body, a wound that could not be healed.

"I won't reveal half of it." He also had a happy and weird smile on his face, "My waiting master... I will definitely not add any possible obstacles to your plan."

Crimson blood flowed in the soil and was then sucked in by the earth. Turned into a disgusting black-red mud. The preacher was still half-kneeling. The erosion spell was constantly gnawing at him, and his corpse remained in that position, rotting away at a terrifying speed.

Until it all turns into pus and blood.

But he didn't want to kill the man at all. Nemo no longer forcibly supported his body with his staff. As if he had lost his last strength, he slowly sat down on the empty dead place.

"I don't want to kill you." His fingers dipped into the damp soil and tightened slowly. "Because I don't know who you are and what you want to chase with your life, I don't want to judge you based on your identity..." Just as I don't want to judge myself based on my identity.

The preacher is dead, and he cannot answer him either.

Nemo let the hem of his robe soaked with blood and mud. The whole world swept towards him at this moment, and the pain seemed to be crushed quietly, like a scream that could not be exported.

Yeah, it's quiet here.

This is a strange world. Nemo thought. In the not-so-distant past, he was weak and ordinary, not worth mentioning at all. A drunken thug, a bloodthirsty beast, a galloping carriage, he seemed to die easily. Even so - get up on time for breakfast, then work, talking to people. Quietly at night, then go to sleep.

Every day. In a small town in the midst of troubled times, he just embraced a stable life and lived a stable and firm life. It doesn't need anyone's help, and it doesn't need anyone.

And now no one in this world can hurt him. Everything is soft and fragile, even if the world is destroyed in the fire, he must be the one who can survive to the end. He possesses absurd, insane, incomprehensible powers. But he began to try to hold on to the people around him, and in the end, everything was in vain.

And never felt so helpless.

It's a must, isn't it?

He didn't have the strength to escape, so he had to face the cruel facts. His once favorite mercenary group, Oliver's father's mercenary group—their legends accompanied him through countless boring afternoons, stories he had bemoaned, inspired by, because they had brought smiles to their faces.

Good, powerful and fun heroes.

And they were almost killed by Ulysses—that is, by the former himself.

But he didn't even know the reason, whether he was the perpetrator or the victim, or both. He didn't remember his mood at the time, he didn't remember their dying days. And the Tin Soldier mercenary group is not the only one, since the so-called first-generation Demon King... No, since before, how many people has he killed? How many times have you been killed?

I must not have counted. Perhaps only by restoring his memory, he can know all the answers.

But now... he doesn't dare.

This pain may be in his calculations, and the former "Demon King" may be expecting himself to choose to restore his memory under the pressure of pain. The thoughts and memories accumulated over thousands of years are extremely heavy. Can the "sensibility" of more than 20 years really resist it? No one believed that he had no other plans, not even himself - would a being so powerful make such a sophisticated plan without a purpose?

He couldn't think any more. He must hold on to it, and he cannot escape from this pain and doubt until he ensures that the "old self" is not malicious - the only thing he can control now is the "current self".

Don't run away, don't crash, don't give up.

With trembling hands, Nemo pulled the gold pendant to the outside of the robe, the golden metal glowing warmly in the sun. Then he grabbed the only remaining, blood-stained communication crystal chip.

He has to tell Oliver. Tell him all, as he had decided beforehand. After calculating the time, it should be almost time, he will go to his side, and then make sure that there is another person—then a person will never leave in front of him.

Like someone dying of thirst, reaching for the last source of water in the desert—

There was a small cracking sound, and Nemo almost accidentally crushed the crystal piece. He twisted it carefully, his breath suddenly quickening.

But the voice he was waiting for did not sound.

"Nimo," Ann's voice sounded, with some ominous caution. "How are you over there? You'd better come over quickly."

Ann's utilization of communication tools has always been high, but this time, she hesitated for a few seconds before continuing.

"Oliver has an accident."

Don't run away, don't crash, don't give up.

…don’t despair.

"I'm fine." His voice was hoarse, and Nemo clenched his arm holding the staff, his fingertips digging deep into his flesh. The warm blood infiltrated the black robe in an instant. "...I'll find you right away."

As soon as his voice fell, the crystal piece finally couldn't bear it and turned into powder in his palm.

—The dying traveler in the desert reaches for the last source of water, only to grab a handful of yellow sand.

(m..=)