Chapter 202 Forgotten

Barnes stepped on the wet moss ground. It was raining. He was pushed out of the other world by a mysterious force without much clothes. In order to make room for the ancient deeds that summoned demons, Barnes had abandoned most of the supplies. Now he was left with only a light backpack.

The cold and wet air gave Barnes a bad feeling. He looked around vigilantly. The raindrops stirred the mist and outlined a vague shadow like a human figure.

The captain was not scared by these little things, but he was very concerned about the feelings he had from these images. It was like someone kept saying in his ear: Bad! Very bad!

Barnes opened his collar and searched for something that worried him from the lining of his old leather coat.

A small piece of candle was taken out by Barnes. When Barnes took it out, it was in a burning state, but it did not burn his clothes. A pale blue flame was on the black wick, and the bright red candle was as thick as a baby's arm. The wax tears that flowed down were slightly sticky.

Barnes looked at the flickering candle flame and thought it was not good. Raindrops broke the flame and fell into the melted depression below, mixed with wax and flowed onto Barnes' fingers.

The captain shuddered immediately, and had no time to clean the wax that was gradually hardening and cold on his hands. Barnes bent down and put the candle in his arms, using his body and palm to block the falling rain.

The burning flame had no temperature, and Barnes felt a chill on the palm of his hand that was placed on the candle flame close to the outer flame.

This magic candle was the work of a lich, and it used warm vitality as fuel.

Barnes felt a chill in his body, but when he saw the flame on the candle stabilized again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At the moment when Barnes exhaled, the flame continued to shrink and finally went out.

The timing of the extinguishing was just right, as if he had blown out the candle himself. But Barnes knew in his heart that this magic candle would shake and shrink, but it would not be blown out by breathing, and there were other reasons for its extinguishing.

Arlington's contract ended, and the contract between the Hell Guard and the Warlock ended. This caused Captain Barnes to no longer be able to use the magic candle in his hand to influence the contract to control the behavior of the Hell Guard. Arlington regained his freedom.

The captain put the extinguished candle back into his pocket, tightened his collar and hurried forward in the rain. The most wanted thing for the Hell Guard who escaped from the trap was of course to find trouble for himself. He had to find an opportunity to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

But just like Barnes' usual experience, trouble always finds him very easily.

"Where are you going, old friend."

The flames burning on the Hell Guard evaporated the rain that fell on Arlington, and the smell of sulfur spread in the air. Arlington walked over with his hands behind his back. His tall physique showed a bit of the elegance of a superior, which reminded Barnes of his first meeting with the former Lord of Hell.

Arlington was a little weaker than before, but he was still the same, just a bigger mouse in front of him.

He had been tracking me for a while, and only after confirming the end of the contract did the Hell Guardian show his sharp fangs.

"You are my summoner, Barnes, do you want me to go back alone?"

The Hell Guardian opened his palm, and claws popped out from the front of his fingers.

"Your next voyage is to hell, Captain."

Without giving Barnes a chance to speak, Arlington, who had been dealing with him for a long time, concluded that the best way to negotiate was to shut Barnes up. The Hell Guardian flapped his bat wings and approached quickly.

Just as Arlington was about to succeed, the shadow in the rain came alive.

The dark shadow instantly released several slashes, chopping the devil's claws into a bloody mess.

Arlington covered his almost broken arm and roared in pain, his eyes looking at the outsider who had interfered in horror.

Tall figure, purple-black skin, silver-white hair, and a pair of magical eyes that were like starlight were releasing a cold killing intent.

Francis Blade, the dark elf shook off the blood on the scimitar and said to Arlington: "His life is mine."

"Dark Scourge!" Arlington gasped, and the hell guard stared at Barnes with a sinister look, and the anger in his eyes was ready to burst out.

"Don't think you have escaped, Barnes. The reputation of the Dark Reaper is spread even in hell, and he is one of the forces chasing you."

Behind Arlington, the Purgatory portal has been opened.

"It's just an extra middleman. Remember, Barnes, I will wait for you in hell."

The flame of the Purgatory portal flashed, and the two looked at the direction where the portal disappeared, carefully observing the remaining traces of the spell. After a few minutes, they confirmed that there was no accident and Arlington did not use any conspiracy.

The dark elf turned around and looked at Barnes who had quietly moved two meters away.

"It's your turn next, Barnes."

Francis's scimitar turned, and Barnes instantly felt as if his body was locked. He glanced at Francis's blade, and he swallowed nervously.

"I... I can actually explain..."

Francis was neither anxious nor slow.

"No need to explain, I can see that you used the people around you to avoid risks. I warned you to stay away from John, and your fate should not be entangled. I have punished you many times, and now I will settle the new and old scores together. Barnes, let's see if you will continue to be lucky this time."

Barnes backed away slowly. He didn't dare to turn around and run away. It was a terrible thing to expose his back to the dark elf. Barnes didn't understand why he was so afraid of this dark elf. He was indeed very powerful, but those hell lords he had dealt with would not have made the captain's body shake so nervously.

Barnes thought of the wound on his waist, which was left by the dark elves. The evil curse left in the wound would hurt every time the captain fell asleep.

Francis is like an inescapable nightmare.

Barnes swallowed and yelled at the dark elf.

"That kid took the initiative!"

Francis stretched out his hand to hold the back of the sword and brushed his fingers along the blade. The dark inscriptions on the scimitar lit up one by one, releasing its original evil nature.

The dark elf said viciously: "It turns out to be John's fault. Very good. I won't give him the chance to make another mistake."

Why are you talking to me? Barnes roared in his heart, by reducing John's mistakes, do you mean to eliminate my wrong option?

The pressing Francis made Barnes sweat profusely, his brain raced at high speed, and finally, he fainted.

Francis looked at Barnes who fell unconscious, walked to his side, and raised his weapon.

"Wait!" Barnes, who was pretending to be unconscious, quickly shouted to stop, but this trick didn't work.

The dark elf ignored his call and the scimitar fell quickly.

"I remembered!"

Francis' blade stopped on Barnes' chest.

The dark elf removed his weapon and looked at the captain inexplicably.

"What?" Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, observing whether this was another trick of Barnes.

"I remembered." Barnes repeated again, his tense body began to relax, and his dilated pupils were facing the beautiful eyes of the dark elf. Barnes smiled at Francis, a smile of genuine nostalgia.

"Going to the Kingdom of Lies, I saw my so-called mirror inversion. A question arose in my mind. The thief named Crowe had the same personality and behavior as me. What if that world came into contact with me? The truth, and use it to create another lie, where is his falsehood, and where is the truth that is the same as me. "

"I thought our differences were family, he was a jerk who kept the light at home and I was a complete jerk. But looking inside, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the right answer and I needed a wholesome life just as much as he did. Family, I envy everything that Crowe has. But because my troublesome physique will affect those I care about, I gave up on that and could only hide in the dark street corners and peek at the warmth in the windows.”

"I deny from the bottom of my heart that I am a person who does not care about his family. This concept has given me some new conjectures."

"Why are Chloe and I so similar? Is there really a mirror between us?"

"Or, is it also a lie, Barnes?"

"I was revisiting the past, suffering headaches, and realizing there were parts of my memory that I couldn't understand."

"When I think about all my past experiences, I feel like I was so ridiculous."

"Because I felt that life was boring and lonely, I sneaked to hell to find trouble with the big devil. In the end, I made trouble and gained a group of enemies before escaping back to the material world. The only thought in my mind was, is there something wrong with this person? Am I really that cheap? ?”

"Looking back now, I don't know how my brain accepted these reasons in a logical manner. And skipping these forcibly stitched anomalies and moving the memory forward along the time track, I can always find one that appears in front of my anomaly. figure."

"An existence that I can't avoid but cannot escape now."

The captain raised his head and looked at the excited dark elf.

"Francis, what have you done to my memory?"