Parish Sherman, a Knight of Judgement, who specializes in spying was in poor shape.
In the destruction battle against the Abyssal Church headquarters, he personally ignited his flesh, and used his body as coordinates for the army. This spell was extremely dangerous. Fortunately, the Church of Silence sunk to the ground and the remaining Abyss worshippers were easy to clean upâ The battle went smoothly and didnât require long-term guidance. He barely managed to save his life before it completely burnt to a crisp.
As one of the few seriously injured and the only guide, Parish received a generous award.
He had been recuperating for more than two years, perhaps affected by the rumored âmiracle of the God of Warâ, his originally hopeless body returned to its peak state perfectly, and he just happened to catch up with the expedition.
However, unlike those guys who werenât firm in their beliefs, Parish didnât intend to believe in any âGod of Warâ. Even if there was such a gentle miracle, it was definitely a blessing from Zenni.
But when he first recovered, there was always something unclear in the depths of his mind. It felt like he hadnât slept well the night before or had forgotten something irrelevant.
In the past two years, as a member of the Knights of Judgment, he naturally glanced at the information of Tumbleweed. Whenever he saw Albanâs Queen, Ann Savage, and the notorious âKnight of Ashâ Oliver Lopez, the feeling of forgetting something became stronger.
Not to mention Ann Savage, Parish always had a strange intuitionâ Oliver Lopez may be a clever liar who deliberately misled public opinion. The notoriety circulating among him always made him feel that something was off.
However, a little sense of inconsistency wasnât enough for Parish to leave his job and obsessed in finding out. Now that the opportunity had come, perhaps on the way of a smooth march, he could observe the situation of Tumbleweed more carefully.
Having said that, it was a shame.
Before Parrish turned his gaze from the back of Godwinâs head to the leader of Tumbleweed, he couldnât help but lament quietly in his heart.
Since Adrian Crossâ apostasy, the position of the Chief Justice of the Knights of Judgement had been vacant. The strength gap between the candidates was very small, and the infighting between the various factions had been stirred up. Now several candidates were acting very actively as nominal âlieutenantsâ.
Pope Quinn turned a blind eye to the vacancy of the position in the past two years. It wasnât as if the matter couldnât be solved quickly. Parish simply suspected that this old man had decided to watch a good show and look for the opportunity to sort out the scattered power accumulated in the Laddism Church for hundreds of years.
It would be great if Godwin Lopezâs faith was firmer.
At least for now, it seemed that regardless of strength, reputation, or image, even if it was just an honorary title, Godwin was more suitable for that position than all the candidates in the Laddism Church.
If it werenât for the past two years that Godwin Lopezâs enthusiasm for the Laddism Church not only didnât increase but actually decreased, even Parish himself would want to try and lobby for that great Hero.
Godwin rode his white horse quietly, his dark red cloak blowing in the wind. The orange-red halo of the holy sword, Breaking Dawn, spread through the air, and it easily defeated the magic golem that was stuck in a ball, that didnât seem to have any life.
They were made of black shadows sticking stones together. From the edge of this dead city to the center, they writhed and fell in increasing numbers from the stone wall that was seemingly glued together.
To be fair, normal intermediate demons were better to deal withâ Living things at least had a minimum of fear and a little temperament of life. At the moment, these terrible assassins didnât even need to breathe.
There was no fixed form. They could easily pretend to be part of the huge dead city, slowly crawling out of any nooks and crannies.
Fortunately, this wasnât a desolate and empty ruin, but a maze of stone forests. These things were useless and was crushed in great quantities inside this space. For warriors with sufficient experience, as long as they made good use of the terrain, the magic golems werenât enough to become a deadly threat.
But as long as they were still moving forward, these things would continue to come.
Even if it was okay to deal with it at first, compared to the tireless stones, the flesh and blood would eventually become exhausted.
It seemed that Godwinâs and the one-eyed dwarfâs judgment was correct. This expedition was completely unsuitable for a prolonged war.
Horizonâs deputy captain, Warrior Victor, quickly received instructions to lead the human elites to disperse these slow-moving enemies and ensure that the vanguard formation of the expeditionary force wouldnât disperse.
It was rare for the chief mage of Horizon not to control the formation with the deputy leader.
At this moment, Debby Light seemed like she was a scout. Her chestnut horse almost overtook Godwin several times, and Godwin had to helplessly call her back to his side.
The elves dexterously got into the gap, and the rain of arrows amplified by a magic array firmly nailed the squirming darkness to the ground. The one-eyed dwarves set up a defense, smothering the advance, while the dragons simply regained their form, and used their claws directly that was painted with erosion charms, and trampled without mercy.
In the human team, the sound of metal and stones colliding and spells exploding were endless. Compared with the sudden bloody rain and wind, and the screams that cut through the air, this dull suffocation was even more unbearable.
Parish breathed slowly and released a small group of insect bugs with crystals embedded in their abdomen to the southeast, vigilantly watching the feedback of the crystals in his hands.
Everyone was busy, except for Oliver Lopez not far away.
The leader of Tumbleweed didnât even draw his sword. He rode leisurely on a black horse and was talking to the girl with braided hair sitting sideways on the back of the goat. His eyes were full of smiles unique to men in love.
His own idea that âOliver Lopez wasnât that badâ was ultimately an illusion. Parish gritted his teeth.
An endless golem army surrounded them, and the terrifying pressure of the nineteenth generation Demon King was in the distance. The entire army was straining every nerve in the shaking dead city, and he didnât even dare to breathe unnecessarily yet this bastard still had the mind to flirt with women.
It wasnât just the lives and deaths of unrelated people; the leader of Tumbleweed obviously didnât even care about his own companions.
After all, not far away, the giant snake demon that made people tremble on both legs roared loudly. Its stout tail swept across the dead city, and the smoke from the collapse of the stalagmites was like the smoke of a forest fire. Cross, the apostate, was using power that he didnât know where he stole from, trying to use strong light to limit the demonâs actions.
The giant snake straightened its body and crushed it hard on the ground causing the ground to tremble.
The dull sound climbed up along the boots and rushed straight to the head. Parrish stopped observing Oliver Lopez, vigilantly lowered his bodyâs center of gravity, and moved to the other side of the team, until the giant snake disappeared from his vision.
Oliver Lopez straightened his waist at this moment, no longer posing as if he was idle and had that indolent look. For some reason, Parish always felt that he looked a little nervous.
In the next second, a sudden changed happened.
The sky above his head was still dark, and the flying illuminated demon skull suddenly accelerated its speed of shuttling between the stalagmites.
The cold sand under peopleâs feet turned into grass and stone roads, and the temperature suddenly rose by a lot. The chill around them was no longer so unbearable.
Without warning, the dark dead city was resurrected.
The black stones were like shrunken grass that regained moisture, gradually expanding, becoming flat, and possessing a regular shape. Immediately, bright-hued paint and tiles diffused from the flat surface, forming buildings well-known to all races on the surface.
Giant trees that shouldnât have existed here rose from the ground, and buildings belonging to various races and styles blended strangely and harmoniously. Looking in the limited light, it looks like the most prosperous cities on the surface had been cut out of small pieces and then cleverly mixed together in one place.
But the more familiar the scenery became, the more obvious the horror caused by the darkness above the head and the floating skull.
Parish, the Knight of Judgment, swallowed quietly, drew out his sword, and scanned around vigilantly.
Something wasnât quite right⊠It was too⊠quiet?
The moment he realized this, Parish back exploded in hot sweat and drenched the lining of his armor.
The giant snake being handled by the two villains of Tumbleweed was behind the expeditionary force was supposed to be struggling, but at this moment everything was silent. The figure of the nineteenth generation Demon King, should have been a good distance away from themâŠ
The Demon King wasnât where he should be.
They were distracted by the appearance of their hometown transformed from the dead city and made a fatal mistake.
Less than a second after the change was over, overwhelming magic pressure bombarded down causing the Knight of Judgement, who wasnât weak himself, to suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. The huge head of a strange beast stretched out from the darkness not far away, and that head alone was half the size of the original body of a dragon.
Its sharp fang was a thick as a bell tower flickering in the darkness and the cold, emotionless eyes tightly locked on the expeditionary army that suddenly looked small compared to it. The dark scales were glossy and thick, and the edges roll over with streams of light. Parish was a little unsure whether his sword could even pierce the scale armor.
The facts were worse than they thought.
They had been completely and utterly reckoned with.
That giant snake and this city was definitely part of a trapâ The nineteenth generation was undoubtedly an insidious and smart demon. After being disturbed by the giant snake, they subconsciously believed that it was the Demon Kingâs guard, thinking that the Demon King would obediently wait for them in the middle of the city as was in the legends.
Most likely it was a conspiracy when the Demon King of this generation deliberately imitated Ulyssesâ aura two years ago. It wasnât to show off its strength, but to lead them to make a wrong judgement, thinking that it was comparable to Ulysses.
Parish had never been in contact with Ulysses, but as far as he remembered Ulyssesâ information, the new Demon King in front of him was more than ten times larger.
âŠAnd Ulysses had destroyed the surface elites four timesâŠ
Weâll die here.
Instinctive thoughts came out of the bottom of his heart uncontrollably. Under the impact of the seemingly boundless magic pressure, Parish trembled for a long time.
And he wasnât the only one. The Knight of Judgement was pretty sure he heard a few desperate sobs.
Only two people returned from the last expedition, and Oliver Lopez killed one of them. At present, the only one with expedition experience was Karapan of the Mooney Sect. Most people didnât know how it felt to face the master of the AbyssâŠ
It was pure, unadulterated terror.
As one of the Knights of Judgment who were loyal to the gods and had a firm faith, Parish couldnât even spare a thought for prayer or remorse.
This time it was still Godwin Lopez who moved first.
Like all the heroes in religious legends, the leader of Horizon seemed to be missing the feeling of âfearâ.
With the strong light of a magic array, the white horse stepped on the illusory array, and at the behest of the owner, he rushed directly towards the terrifying beast in front of himâŠ
Accompanied by the admiration that almost made him cry, Parish finally recovered from the state of horror to immobility, and subconsciously turned his gaze in a different direction to the other Lopez.
Only the figure of the girl with the braided hair was left on the black horse.
He didnât know when, but Oliver Lopez disappeared. Most likely he saw that the situation had changed, and the odds of winning were small and unprofitable, so he slipped away quietly.
Fuck Oliver Lopez.
Parrish completely abandoned the inexplicable tolerance, cursed from the bottom of his heart, and then set up the formation with the vanguard team around him.
The palms of his hands were full of cold sweat, and the illuminated defensive formation finally allowed him to breathe again. The follow-up expeditionary forces quickly came, and the formation was constantly being replenished.
Under the leadership of Godwin, the expedition against the nineteenth generation Demon King officially kicked offâŠ
No one noticed a gray parrot sneaking past in the dark.
âRamon! âŠOh, so you plan to walk over.â
Bagelmaurus stopped in the air on a stone road in the fantasy realm, raising its voice in joy.
âWell? How was my performance just now?â
âVery impressive.â Oliver raised his arm, let the parrot stop on his wrist armor, and poked the fluffy parrot with a smile.
âCross and Dylan took a detour to go first. Theyâre already getting ready.â The gray parrot used its beak to groom its feathers skillfully. âGodwin has also made his move⊠If it werenât for finding a peaceful place to stop, my body wouldâve found you sooner!â
âItâs fine.â The smile on Oliverâs face was getting stronger. âI know the way.â
On both sides of the stone road were sweat-inducing streetlightsâ They were both old and new, and the styles were from many civilizations of different eras, but they all emitted a cold white light.
Like a scene in a nightmare, they lit up one by one, as if to show him the way.
âBah,â the parrot spat in dissatisfaction. âI donât care about you anymore! The great Lord Bagelmaurus is ready to go back to the goat. Anyway, Telaranea will bring it back to the surface, right? âŠâŠTell me, you didnât eat all the almond cookies while I was away.â
âDonât worry, there are two bags left.â
âOh.â Bagelmaurus raised its head arrogantly. âThen Iâll go first.â
âSee you on the surface.â Oliver flicked its head lightly.
Soon, he was alone again.
At first, Oliver took advantage of people being distracted by the illusions and directly opened up a space tunnel, and quickly broke away from the team. Although he couldnât move in an instant like Nemo, he could also figure out an efficient and safe way for himself.
But as the nostalgic aura was right in front of him, Oliver couldnât help but slow down, choosing to move forward slowly with his feet.
Holding the Rest in Peace tightly in his hand, Oliver stepped on the stone road step by step. This twisted road that made peopleâs hair stand upside down seemed to have no end, but it made his heartbeat faster and faster.
Finally, the road came to an end, and the lights stopped turning on.
This was the center of the dead city, and the open space that had been deliberately delimited was orderly and empty. In the subtle light shed by a skull, a figure stood quietly in the middle of the clearing.
When he was still a dozen steps away, Oliver stopped.
Rough black robe, broken staff. In front of him, the real Demon King raised his eyes full of smiles.
âGood evening, Ollie,â he greeted casually.
Oliverâs lips trembled slightly, and he should have responded equally as casual, but the long-standing thoughts were thicker than he had imagined.
After a long silence, Oliver licked his dry lips and finally opened his mouth: âNemo, considering the need to ensure the integrity of the ring. Before I give you the ringââ
âHmm?â
âCan I ask you to dance for a song?â
The knight, who was no longer human, didnât stretch out his hand. He raised his sword, and the gray mist suddenly swayed, full of fighting intent.
âOf course.â
Nemoâs voice was also full of laughter. As soon as the staff was raised, countless dark shadows rose from under his feet heading straight towards his lover.
ââŠIâve been waiting for two years, Ollie.â
The author has something to say:
Fighting but actually flirting!
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Ollie: (â§ÏâŠ) Iâm going to see Nemo!
Debby: (â§ÏâŠ) Yes, big brother is coming home!
Godwin: I tried my best. I really canât get up. I really tried my best⊠With these two guys next to me, thereâs really no tension! _(:Đ·ââ )_