Stray

Hagen was walking in front. The unnatural outline of her head was looming behind the black veil. Nemo was no longer a guest of the Abyssal Church. The anomalies under the solemnity of the church began to climb out of the dark crevices. It wasn’t the terrifying scene outside the church, but some kind of spiritual distortion. They seemed to be entities, whispering ill-will in the corner. They walked underground, and the passage became darker. Nemo didn’t even dare to exert much force on his legs, for fear of accidentally tearing apart the confinement of the erosion spell.

If this scene was placed on an ordinary person, it was probably tantamount to being firmly entangled by a poisonous snake whose venom was flowing through their blood and its fangs was pressed against the arteries of their neck. Hagen generously turned her back towards the “uninvited guest”, firmly believing he could not escape.

However, Nemo was quite sure that he could, even easily, break away, like brushing the twine threads that was stuck on his clothes. This fact didn’t make him feel happy or fulfilled but brought him pain similar to frostbite.

He was getting stronger. Every second he was getting uncontrollably stronger. It was like an invisible dam finally cracked and released the torrent of horror that followed. Nemo knew what this meant. Even if he used his feelings to deny that fact that “he’s the Demon King”, his reasoning was slowly accepting this unnatural power. As the cognition became clearer, the power became stronger. Truly a cycle of despair.

Hagen didn’t know the happenings behind her back. She reached out her hands and opened the heavy door in front of her. A pungent bloody aura enveloped by strong smell of spices rushed out.

A huge underground hall appeared in front of Nemo. This was about the same height as the church’s nave on the ground. On the wall was the familiar statute, except that this Ulysses had no flesh, only bones. The huge bones were embedded on the side of the hall, with amazing courage, as if the entire hall would be torn in half in the next instant.

In front of the statue, in the center of the hall, a huge round stone platform stood high, and several magic arrays overlapped with each other, which were deeply engraved on the stone platform. After approaching, the rancid smell of flesh became more suffocating. The entire stone platform was covered with thick layers of dark brown dirt, reflecting an uncomfortable luster, and it seemed to be slowly squirming in the fire.

There were two demon warlocks in the room. The preacher with only a mouth on his face behind the sermon table, and the middle-aged man with a lot of movable tentacles sticking out of his facial features. The tar-like demon warlock had disappeared.

Together with Hagen Ingram and Nemo himself, there were only four people in the entire room, but it contained the three strongest combat powers of the Abyssal Church.