Chapter 30: King’s Landing
The black armored warrior’s right arm did not shed much blood. He froze in place like a stone statue, and an uncomfortable red light lit up in the gap of his helmet.
“Wait, I remember your taste.” Nemo said, taking two steps closer. From this distance, Oliver could see his eyes clearly. The silver-gray eyes glowed pale in the dark night, and the light of was like a full moon covered by the clouds, like pearly ghost. His pupils were no longer the normal circle of human standards but split into four direction and became cross-shaped, which were unique to demons. “You live near the Gravity Maze. Let me think… Witherspoon?”
Witherspoon, the black armored warrior, took a small step back without saying a word.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak, he even actually wanted to scream. Oliver Ramon was just a human. Naturally he couldn’t understand the fear engraved in the souls of demons— if they really have souls.
Even if the Demon King of each generation were very different, when they unreservedly showed their hostility, a superior demon would never get it wrong. It wasn’t just a simple sense of oppression, but the heavy terror brought on through the natural course of nature. That cold sense of horror gnawed at his nerves, biting his flesh that was attached to this human body. His tongue became numb from fear, and his mind seemed to be frozen. He even forgot how to breathe. He instinctively wanted to escape, but he didn’t want to expose his back to his opponent. He was like a young bird trying its best to fluff up its feather in front of a predator. Witherspoon stood there, awkwardly inching back, even though he subconsciously knew that it was just a futile struggle.
This was clearly impossible. Everyone knew that that monster couldn’t leave the bottom of the Abyss.
“A suggestion.” Nemo raised his hand, in a brisk tone, as if he was discussing the dinner menu with the black armored warrior. “Don’t get too close to Telaranea. That little guy has a problem with his personality.”
Witherspoon and Oliver stared at the hand.
However, Nemo did not attack. He made a simple gesture; he raised his hand slightly to the sky, with little movement. It was like he was repelling mosquitoes than casting a spell. There was no chanting, no complex magic arrays, not even any dazzling brilliance.