Nese opened her mouth, but no sound came out - maybe it was because the air was too lazy.
The demon flicked his fingers and shot the bright red marrow stone into his golden curls. The stone hit his scalp and bounced back. It was caught by the thick hair curls, fell out from the back of his neck, and rolled to the ground.
Nesai picked it up blankly and held it in her hand to look at it.
"Remember? Remember." Yi Cha repeated, turning the question into a statement.
The warlock paused for a while, suddenly turned back, and looked at the rows of words on the Resting Stone.
He squeezed the red stone.
"remember."
He slowly got up and sat in his original position with his head down. Then he suddenly looked up at the devil, his eyes suddenly brightened, "Teacher, you will be back."
"It's possible." Yi Cha nodded.
He was not idle, and his free hand followed the thick bone spurs down to stroke the hell hound's back, and then knocked on the back part.
"Goodbye" raised his head and sneezed green.
A golden horn chain spurted out from the bloody mouth of the hell hound. Without moving his upper body, he quickly caught it in mid-air, swung it around, and slowly wrapped the horn chain around his left hand.
He snapped his fingers and disappeared from the air together with the horned girl.
Nese made no further movement to stop him, nor did he say any more words.
He solemnly pulled the heavy metal hourglass in front of him and stared at it.
…
…
The winds of hell are hot and silent.
Yicha floated silently beside the thick opaque window on the outside of the tower, his back pressed against the rough disaster stone wall, overlooking his courtyard.
About a quarter of the seventy-two pillar demon sculptures in the courtyard are still beyond repair due to serious damage, and the fragments are piled in a corner in a mess.
All the rare plants were burned away, and the carefully repaired road slabs were cracked, their edges deformed, and covered with traces of poor repairs. The whole yard looked very much in need of its owner's pity.
But Icha was thinking about something else.
He knew enough about Nese's thoughts, but it was worth considering whether to explain it to others individually.
He has now returned to his original demonic state. If he meets the Fallen Angel Order and Shanla Kabi, it may cause many unnecessary questions and explanations.
Weigh it carefully again...
Explaining the situation to Hicks would clearly do more harm than good. There are no advantages or disadvantages in explaining it to Ifomie.
Then there is no need to say more.
Yi Cha made the decision to avoid them and made sure that nothing was missing.
He touched his face and then placed his palms on the girl's thin, soft black curly hair.
Let your perception coincide with that of the Son of Chaos.
Immediately afterwards.
Just as clean as loosening a tight spring——
The vision was shattered in an instant.
Reorganization.
Countless irregular scenery scenes were like broken lenses, vying to jump out of the poisonous maltose-like void and surround him in an instant. They are like a large crowd of spectators watching a street performance, pushing and squeezing each other, desperately trying to get themselves to the front.
The edges and contours of various pictures deepened into each other and overlapped, showing him the scenes within them as if they were claiming credit.
Yi Cha looked around, looking for the destination he wanted.
He found it.
A tightly closed gray-black door with no patterns, no handles, and no cracks was reflected in a crystal clear hexagonal picture above the head.
On the left, right and above the door there is a downward-emitting torch with different colors. Three vague halos illuminated the left half of the door—signifying the dusk of the day.
The door that cannot be opened.
The City of Mercy - the entrance to Comeniti.
Yi Cha raised his head, hugged the girl tightly with one hand, stretched out his fingers with the other hand, and pressed towards the image of the gray and black door in the picture above his head.
His hands felt like they were going straight into the ice.
A whipping coldness crawled along his arms like electricity, freezing his flesh inch by inch along the way.
The six corners of the image of the gray-black door reflected above the head were bent downwards and turned upside down, like an ice cream scoop with a rough edge, turning around neatly and poaching him from the original space.
Teleport.
May Comenity welcome me. To check.
…
When the gray-black door came closer, it turned into a dark city wall shrouded in gray mist, so high that the edge could not be seen.
There is a deep circular cavity in the upper part of the city wall - much like a huge eye socket.
Yi Cha froze in the air.
It can't be considered flying. He can barely move his limbs now.
At the edge of Comenity, normal rules of behavior fail.
He tried his best to maintain his posture, holding the girl's head between his neck and looking at both sides.
Three torches on the left, middle and right.
The three torches are not torches, but three extremely huge eyeballs inserted into three iron towers.
Their eyes are bigger than castles, and the markings on their irises are as thick as garden paths. Each one of them is constantly flowing downwards with a lustrous texture like molasses.
At this unobstructed distance, one can clearly see the huge difference between them.
The left eyeball is smooth and peaceful, exuding a pink halo, looking peaceful and gentle, while the middle eyeball is a dazzling silvery blue, although it is the farthest away, it is the brightest. The one on the far right is quite dim compared to the other two, surrounded only by a layer of dim white light as thin as light mist.
At this moment, the eyes turned around, and the three pupils like royal fountains stared firmly at Yi Cha and the girl in his arms.
If there is substantial viscous light splashed on them.
Yi Cha tried to move his fingers - just like the time he remembered, they didn't move.
"Hmm. Have you seen that handsome boy?" The dim eyeball on the right turned around and spoke to the other two eyeballs. Its voice sounded like a malnourished old woman.
"That's natural. Grandma." The pink eyeball on the far left faced her and replied softly. She sounds like a sixteen or seventeen year old girl.
"Um. Um. Ahem." The dim old woman smiled twice, "Then have you seen that girl?"
"That's natural. Grandma." The sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl giggled, "I guess you don't like her, Grandma."
Her rosy gaze flickered over them. "Do you need me to get rid of her?"
"Good afternoon. Selene, Diana, Hecate. Nice to see you again." Icha said immediately.
"Ouch. That's amazing. Mom, grandma. He came from below, but he recognizes us." The pink-eyed girl named Selene said in surprise.
After the last word fell, she flew up from the iron tower at a fixed position, turned an unnatural arc, and with a "bang", she was embedded in the eye socket-like hole in the middle of the unopenable door, and it fit perfectly.
"Please listen to me." Yi Cha said.
"The handsome boy wants us to listen to him. Um," Hecate reminded.
"Grandma. Don't worry...let me see who he is first..." Selene was condescending, her voice was as full as the morning sun, full of vitality, and countless pink clouds suddenly appeared in front of Yizha's eyes.
"Please stand up straight. There will be some small inspections soon." The girl said softly.
With these words, Yi Cha felt his body being turned upside down and hung up.
