Oliver took the black horse out of the inn where he was staying. Seeing the boredom on its face, the black-furred Pope probably didnât cause any trouble worth paying attention to.
The black horse snorted a few times, rubbing Oliverâs head desperately with its long face. It snuggled into Oliverâs brown hair creating a birdâs nest with it. After rubbing a few times, it then looked up vigilantly at Nemo who was politely keeping his distance from it and decided to work in the direction of âlooking friendlierâ.
âAccording to the Popeâ Ahem, I mean the Pope of the Laddism Churchâ Lord Quinn, Dylan and Mr. Cross should be heading directly to the Central Church. Hatfield is not far from here. We can meet them there.â
As he spoke, Nemo picked up a fresh carrot and carefully handed it to the horse, trying to save Oliver from the sticky horse. The great Demon King even used a cleansing spell to remove the mud from it.
The black horse glanced at the tempting carrot critically and stretched its ears forward. After a while, it finally decided to temporarily abandon Oliverâs head and started chewing on it.
âWell, I donât think Mr. Dylan will slip away at this critical point in time.â Oliver combed his messy hair with his fingers.
âThe AbyssâŠâ Nemo picked up another carrot and smacked his mouth. âThis time we may have to stay in it for a quite a while. According to those biographies, even a simple shallow exploration will take at least half a month. The premise is that the equipment and arrays function normally in the Abyss.â
No one knew how big the Abyss was. People didnât know much more about it than the bottom of the deep sea. There was only one thing that the knew. The underground space called the âAbyssâ was much wider than the ocean on the surface.
For thousands of years, or even earlier, the various races on the surface had gradually explored downward, carefully accumulating and maintaining a relatively safe passage. Every hundred years, regardless of whether the expedition occurred or not, the surface races would carefully check the situation of this passage.
The Abyss was weird and dangerous. If those large teleportation arrays couldnât be stabilizedâ Let alone the crusade against the Demon Kingâ Most warriors wouldnât even survive in the bottom of the Abyss.
In principle, large teleportation arrays were only allowed to be used by expeditionary forces on the surface. However, due to the stable surrounding environment of the large teleportation array and proper protection measures making them safer to use, many adventurers would build teleportation arrays for their own use nearby, and even develop supply points close to small villages and towns.
The races on the surface carefully took care of this road leading directly to the underground, but now it had a problem.
The tension between the various races on the surface wasnât without reasonâ Except for the special Abyssal Church, even if the races, countries, and religions werenât amicable with each other during normal times, the interests of the expedition into the Abyss was still highly consistent.
At the moment, the vitality of the Abyssal Church was greatly injured, so it was impossible for them to have the means to make such a big move. This only meant one thingâ There was a force in the Abyss acting in an organized manner, trying to obstruct the expedition.
This was an unprecedented event.
Of course, the expeditionary forces of the past would be attacked by demons in the Abyss, but most of the time it was out of hunger, curiosity, or boredom from the demons. The demons were free to move freely, except for the ethnic groups that were accustomed to collective action, they didnât have cooperative behavior.
No superior demon had ever expressed resentment at the death of the Demon King, let alone deliberately obstructing the expedition as a result.
The Demon King who climbed to the surface and lost his memory, the âother Demon Kingâ at the bottom of the abyss, the man-made teleportation arrayâ This time the reconnaissance team was sent to nominally investigate and repair the teleportation array, but in fact everyone understood that this was more like an attempt to remove the dust from the outer layer of the mystery.
It was extremely dangerous and full of unknowns.
But this danger wouldnât scare the Demon King and the Hero. Nemo was more worried about another thing.
Just like he told Oliverâ Now he knew that he was the Demon King, and he didnât want to be dragged to the bottom of the Abyss by the so-called âlawâ. As soon as he stepped into the Abyss, he may never come out again.
They need to figure this out as soon as possible. Fortunately, they had a way to test it.
âWhen I âvisitedâ Telaranea, I wrote down the spatial coordinates that could be used.â Nemo tore off the rope tied to the short ponytail and retied his hair again. âBut itâs all in a public area. Pandorater is deeper underground. I can feel itâ Ollie?!â
The great Demon King, who had been immersed in thinking, instantly raised his voice.
After chewing the carrot, the horse began to chew Oliverâs hair deeply again. This time the leader of Tumbleweed was determined to resist. He pushed the horseâs face away with his right hand and supported the wall with his left hand.
Then his left hand went straight through the wall.
Oliver was so shocked he let go of his hand from the horseâs face, which made his left hand instantly stuck into the wall. As soon as Nemo tied the messy hair on the back of his head, he saw Oliver carefully pulling his left hand.
Oliver tugged on it for a while and realized that adding a large hole to the wall of a nearby house was going to be a problem, so he stretched his arms and tried to pinch the horseâs ears.
His left hand was instantly free.
ââŠIts magic can affect you.â Nemo was stunned in place for a few seconds, and then firmly pointed it out.
âItâs not fair. I canât walk through the wall myself,â Oliver murmured, rubbing the horseâs ears in shock, trying to communicate with the black horse.
âItâs okay. It wonât spit like a spider dog. Fair balance⊠but speaking of this, Ollie, I have an idea.â
âHmm?â
Five hours later.
Oliver only thought they were stupid for sneaking in like this, but on the other hand, they may become horror legends of the Mercenary Guild.
As night fell, a black armored knight that wore a helmet made of the skull of an earth dragon covered his face, was riding on a black horse. The ink-colored cloak swayed with the movements of the horse causing black mist to tumble from the hem of the worn-out fabric.
The horse moved forward in the empty corridor. The black knight was like a ghost as the man and horse passed through the solid and thick walls covered by magic arrays. The wall that could resist both abyssal and surface magic remained quiet without any response.
A poor man wearing a research uniform of the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild was being dragged by the knight, also advanced through the wall.
His face was extremely pale, as if he was shouting something, but everything was silentâ There was no sound of horse hoof beating, no screams, and no sound of clothing rubbing or objects colliding.
The two researchers who saw the scene dropped their mouths as the cream pancakes they were holding in their hands fell to the floor.
âThen⊠What is that? Should we inform the floorââ
âBut the arrays didnât respond! Itâs an illusion, itâs definitely an illusion⊠Have you seen it? The outfit on the dragged person was an old uniform, which were no longer used since 30 years ago. This may be some kind of, yes, some kind of flashback of the pastâŠâ
âIâd better inform the above.â
âWhat are you going to say? There was a knight that suddenly appeared underground, then disappeared directly through the wall full of defensive arrays and dragged a person who couldnât possibly exist in present time? My friend, the place where they disappeared to isnât easy to open. In case this is all nothing, if we open it, this monthâs research funding will be⊠you know.â
âBut we obviously detected traces of abyssal magic in the hallâŠâ
âThere is no trace left. Itâs indescribable. You also know that it is the hall, and you donât know how many people from the three religions have been here during the day. If something really happened, itâs on the outside guards and spell managers for not doing their job properly. Letâs just watch. If the phantom appears again, weâll notify the above.â
The two âphantomsâ behind the wall breathed a sigh of relief.
âI tripped over the wall just now and almost let go. Telaraneaâs old uniform is too long.â Nemo patted his chest to make sure the thin rope of horsehair on his wrist was still there.
âI got stuck in the wall three times.â Oliver is still riding on a horse, sounding a little in a daze. âIt really doesnât like you, Nemo. It is still upset about its mane.â
ââŠTell it, when we return, Iâll bake it some horse snacks. The craftsmanship is guaranteed. I have sold it to adventurers in Roadside Town before, and the sales was very good.â
The black horse stared at him solemnly for a while, then turned its head.
âLetâs continue. That wall has two security measures and all the mute arrays have failed.â Oliver pulled the reins and jumped off the horse. âIt may take some trouble to escape.â
In front of them was their destination. Without any information or explanation, two people could feel the power that was quite substantial.
The lights in the underground hall were empty, and no researchers were active, but the magic lights around them werenât extinguished, but were slightly dimmed. A huge black cube was placed in the center of the hall. It was painted with magic arrays and runes, and bright red lights flowed along the lines, a bit like the blood array used by Telaranea before.
It was extremely quiet all around. Only the dull sound of overlapping voices came from the black cube.
Pandoraterâs heartbeat.
The two recognized this aura as once upon a time, this aura meant pure death to them, but now they could tell more things from itâ Despair, pain, and desperation.
âSheâs very weak. At the time of the Black Chapter test⊠She should have been forcibly brought back here, and she hasnât fully recovered yet.â Nemo walked forward and put one hand on the rough outer wall of the black cube. He couldnât determine the material; he just felt that it was smooth and cold from the touch.
Oliver was silent. The dark horse seemed to feel that the atmosphere was off, and it stopped making noise and stood quietly to the side.
The superior demon who was weaponized was completely bound like the nightmare leopard in the Church of Silence. People had drilled holes with many arrays and fixed them into the gap between the Abyss and the surface.
Through this, neither could something descend to the surface nor return to the Abyss.
Like a person who has been swallowed by a swamp but has been unable to die for a long time.
The situation of Pandorater was even worseâ At least the Nightmare Leopard Colestoro didnât need to be worried all the time; worrying about which part of his body was split by spatial magic, and then roughly cut back.
To make matters worse, she would be killed once she reaches adulthood, as people couldnât control an adult superior demon. She was still alive now, which meant that Pandorater long childhood wasnât over yet.
A lonely cub.
A child crying loudly in the darkness and loneliness.
Somewhat ironically, Nemo twitched the corners of his mouth. People always thought that a childâs cry could change everything, but in the underground hall that people came and went, no one bothered to listen to her.
âAre you ready, Ollie?â Nemo asked in a low voice.
âYeah.â
Oliver didnât say much. He made a gesture causing the gray mist to turn into the shape of a chain that directly wrapped around Nemoâs waist. Another part of the gray mist rose into the air, temporarily isolating the entire underground hall.
Nemo attached a huge black cage to his other hand and closed his eyes.
The glimmer of light flowing on the surface of the black cube suddenly went out, and the thick and sturdy material instantly turned into ash that scattered everywhere. The imprisoned demon showed her appearanceâ She no longer looked like a scarlet mist tornado, but a dense and thick liquid in the cage. Nemo couldnât imagine if all these liquids would disperse into mistâŠ
Pandorater floated into the air.
The liquid that originally maintained the shape of a cube began to stretch, and a hazy mist rose on the surface. The demonâs body flowed like mercury, and countless liquid limbs spread out, dancing non-stop, like a dark red blossom blooming in the bright light.
It was an inorganic, creepy dance.
[Beauty of the Abyss, the demon dancer.]
Nemo stared at the scene in front of him intently, and suddenly understood the meaning of the gray parrotâs descriptions during the Black Chapter test.
It was a pity that the good times wonât last long.
Finally realizing that she had regained part of her freedom, the young Pandorater fell into madness. The scarlet tornado steamed up from the surface of the liquid, sweeping through the solemn and luxurious decoration in the hall, and it was about toâ
âSilence!â Nemo shouted loudly.
The Demon Kingâs aura was very effective. The moment she noticed Nemoâs aura, Pandorater quickly shrank herself into a ball and laid back on the ground obediently, but the scarlet mist on the surface of her body was still floating dishonestly.
âNext I will send you back to the abyss.â Nemo removed the shadow shield in front of him and glanced at the ruined hall.
Pandoraterâs reaction was very intense.
She spread out all her limbs and instantly grabbed every protruding part of the hall, with a fierce posture that she didnât want to leave. The liquid limbs were straight and taut, like an oversized sea urchin.
Nemo didnât think she was nostalgic for this place.
âListen, little girl.â Nemo stretched out a hand to the alien demon that filled the space. âIf you choose to take revenge now, you may be able to destroy this place, but your strength will run out, and they will eventually catch you.â
Pandorater didnât mean to move.
âI have no desire of hindering your revenge,â Nemo sighed fiercely. âYes, I have not experienced your nightmares, and I have no right to decide for you whether to forgive those people, but⊠please listen to me.â
âI will send you back to the abyss. You can find your family and recover. This time you can rest as long as you want, and you can go wherever you want. If after that, you still want revengeââ
Nemo paused for a moment.
âYou may find a way to make a contract with humans and return to the surface. And by then, depending on your way of revenge⊠I may be your friend, a spectator, or your enemy. At least for now, now I ask you, let me take you home.â
Pandora slowly retracted her limbs and shrank into a ball again. She seemed to be thinking.
[You promise? Promise I still have a chance?]
The demonâs mood was still a bit confused. She seemed to have not been able to recover from the discovery of âregaining freedomâ.
[I promise.]
Finally receiving a ray of thought, Nemo breathed a sigh of relief.
Having handled the Church of Silence and Colestoro, he was a lot more proficient this time. He quickly drew the magic array he learned from the Abyssal Church, plus some improvementsâŠ
The ground cracked, and the entrance to the Abyss appeared.
Pandorater stayed for a few seconds. Even though she had no eyes, Nemo always felt that she was looking at the hall for the last time.
Then she rushed towards the crack firmly, pouncing on her remnant body on the other side of the Abyss.
âNow!â Nemo shouted, and then slid down the cracks in the Abyss. After the superior demon returned to her position, the crack slowly began to close.
At the moment of passing through the crack, Nemoâs vision turned into complete darkness. He desperately meditated âI am the Demon Kingâ in his mind and mixed the memory fragments of Ulysses, but there was no accidentâ A sense of pulling, heaviness, then nothing.
Nemo sighed in relief and looked up at the crack that was about to close completely. He pulled the gray mist chain that was tied his waist.
Oliver, who got the signal, quickly retracted the chain, probably because he was afraid that his lover would be left in the Abyss, his speed was frighteningly fast. Nemo was pulled back like a fish by him and directly slammed into Oliverâs chest. The impact caused the two of them to fall to the ground together, sliding on the floor for nearly ten meters.
âThere is no problem.â Nemo propped up his body and patted Oliverâs cheek under him. âWe can prepare with peace of mind.â
Oliver laid on his back on his black cloak, and his face under the skeleton helmet began to redden suspiciously.
âNemo, I have two things to tell you.â
âHm?â
âFirst, the impact just now⊠my protective cover fluctuated, and it is estimated that the alarm outside has gone off now. Second, your clothes were burned by the Abyss and there is nothing left. Can you still restore it? âŠUh, do you want me to lend you my cloak?â
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The author has something to say:
The alarm has sounded.
Ollie: Uh, in a little while when we run away, itâll cause a terrible misunderstandingâŠ
Nemo: (Wrap Ollieâs cloak tightly. Donât want to talk about it at all)