Chapter 211: 147. Demon God Column
The moment Erwind finished speaking, Fisher vaguely sensed a massive change in the surrounding water flow. He frowned and looked down at the ground, only to discover that branches covered in green leaves were continuously spreading across the ground. From the cracks created during the recent battle, it appeared that the entire treasury space was silently occupied by those terrifying branches.
However, those were not real trees. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the gnarled, withered branches were adorned with eyes that looked like cherries.
The instant those eyes were born, the water flow on the ground began to thicken drastically. The treasury hall behind him suddenly collapsed. Fisher turned to look and saw that the crystal Mother God statue had begun to move without him noticing.
The head of the Mother God fell off, growing twisted arms that pushed it forward relentlessly.
In that instant, the entire treasury seemed to come alive. Fisher extended the Fluid Sword and tentatively attacked the branches, but as soon as one branch broke, more bloody branches sprouted, as if they were endless.
“I am surprised that Mr. Fisher did not read the knowledge from the Soul Supplement Handbook after obtaining it. You did not use any knowledge about souls to assist you in your fight with Blake. If you had read that knowledge, you might still be able to fight now.”
“Become a madman like you after reading it?”
Fisher held his abdomen, observing the surrounding vegetation that continued to grow, intelligently avoiding the fallen Jasmine. He finally sighed in relief and focused all his attention on the enemy before him.
These surrounding things could not kill him; he could only try to kill Erwind’s true body.
He suddenly twisted the Fluid Sword in his hand, but underneath the treasury’s ground, many branch-like arms continuously grew, tightly wrapping around Fisher’s body. Each of those branches was like a maggot, extending towards Fisher the moment they touched him, drawing out the blood from within his body.
Numerous branches around him pulled Fisher down like a vortex of flesh and blood. The ground of the treasury spiraled like a whirlpool. Fisher gritted his teeth and looked down, only to see incomplete bodies beckoning to him from below, resembling a hell of bliss.
In that instant, the entire underground became part of Erwind’s body. As blood was drawn out more and more, Fisher’s face became increasingly pale.
“Mr. Fisher, you are still living in the mundane world. Feilon has the same flaw. When will you expand your vision to look at the whole world and society? Then you will understand that everything except for the truth is meaningless.”
“Transient and fragile qualities and emotions are just burdens for people like you and me. Only an unwavering pursuit of truth is eternal.”
Fisher did not waste words. The Fluid Sword flew out with his will, instantly piercing through the countless branches that wrapped around him, directly flying towards Erwind’s true body.
The Fluid Sword spun in midair, quickly severing the standing Erwind, but in Fisher’s sight, his body suddenly split in two, blood flowed out endlessly, and he fell silent.
But in the next moment, a massive bird’s beak sprouted once again from the surrounding branches, staring directly at Fisher.
“See, the imprisonment of the flesh means nothing to me. No matter how hard you try, you cannot kill me; this is the power of knowledge. Do you know how the human body is composed? Do you know how people get infected with diseases? Hypocritical morality and preaching cannot save people in the present and future.”
Fisher stared directly at the person before him, his expression unchanged, while the Fluid Sword was drawn back by a call, plunging straight into the person’s body. The furious blade chewed through the branches one by one. Before Fisher could catch his breath, a tremendous force struck violently against his back.
The headless Mother God statue occupied by the branches suddenly appeared, knocking Fisher away. Every bone in his body let out a mournful cry. He bit his teeth and dragged the Fluid Sword across the ground, finally stopping himself. He lay on the ground, weary, his vision stained with blood. Desperate for breath, he looked up at the massive cave that Anna had drilled out, revealing the blue sky of Saint Nali.
Fisher had no doubt that this might be his last chance to see such a beautiful sky, so in that second, he greedily recorded the scenery in his mind.
This could be his demise, perhaps punishment from the Mother God for his greed and hesitation?
“Buzz buzz buzz.”
“Mr. Fisher, do you need to rest for a while?”
The flesh-like branches surrounding the stone walls of the cave continued to spread, gradually trying to envelop the entire space. But just as the cave was about to be engulfed, Fisher vaguely saw a red star twinkling in the sky.
Can there be stars during the day?
Just as this thought crossed his mind, that star drew closer above the flesh-wrapped cave, and the sound grew louder. A strange sound of air bursting into flames pierced through from the sky, directly slamming against the cave Anna had drilled out on Klein Mountain.
“Buzz!”
The searing, lava-like heat came crashing down suddenly, and a powerful figure brandished the peculiar curved blade that Fisher had never seen unsheathed before in midair.
“Boom!”
A massive explosion sound rang out in the air, causing Fisher’s body to ache severely, his brows furrowing as the sound wave made his ears throb, but fortunately, that terrifying attack was not directed at him.
In the next moment, a familiar fiery figure gently landed beside Fisher, while the distant headless giant Mother God statue instantly shattered and fell to the ground.
The treasury was permeated with the stench of blood, countless branches were cut and crushed by the curved blade, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.
Fisher opened his eyes in a haze, looking up and momentarily seeing a massive pillar of fire as grand as a mountain, standing on the ground of hell. Beneath the pillar, countless humans and subhumans in warrior attire knelt down, bowing in submission.
“Great Demon God, grant us noble warrior qualities so that I may defend my homeland. For this, I am willing to offer everything I have.”
The devout figure trembled in fear, kneeling on the ground, offering everything to the pillar of fire before him.
But Fisher did not hear how the pillar of fire responded because that terrifying sight lasted barely a second.
A second later, the pillar of fire that appeared before Fisher was simply a lazy demon with red hair. She yawned, and her casual gaze finally revealed a hint of a visible smile upon seeing the disheveled Fisher lying on the ground.
“It’s been a while. At first glance, it’s clear you haven’t practiced what I taught you properly, getting beaten up like this.”
Her expression was lazy, her movements were effortless, and behind her, a towering tail with an arrowhead flicked up, the fireball brimming with heat. This was the demon Eil that Fisher had encountered before.
Perhaps it was precisely because of that night, which now seemed casual to speak about, that their relationship had become less pure, bringing a subtle feeling that was hard to articulate.
Now reunited, Fisher surprisingly displayed no unexpected expression. He silently smiled and mocked himself, saying,
“Indeed, after all, lacking a teacher to guide me, my practice hasn’t progressed quickly.”
“Now you realize how good of a teacher I am, huh? With thousands of human gold coins, it even comes with my security service. You’re making a huge profit, Fisher.”
“I’ll compensate you a bit more, but I have no money left.”
It seemed Eil was after the Erwind right before him. Previously he thought that the one with the Soul Supplement Handbook was Blake, and he was puzzled as to why Blake would leave Saint Nali only to pursue.
Eil smiled slightly but did not answer. She simply stood up, holding the curved blade. The shape of the blade was strange, featuring two small silver rings dangling from the back of the blade. Every time she swung the blade, the bells would ring crisply, and once the bells rang, it would set off a fierce explosion. That’s why she had such a terrifying explosive sound when swinging the blade just now.
That said, Eil’s combat capability could indeed be called terrifying; the entire treasury had been almost shattered by Eil descending from the sky, let alone Erwind’s bloody branches.
“Ah, this was an oversight. To think I allowed Eil the Demon God Column to catch my tail, an upper demon of the Eighteenth Rank. I thought Ag had already called you back.”
Fisher was too severely injured to rise and see Erwind’s condition; he could only hear his voice.
In the distance, Erwind’s body was already split in two. At the rounded wound, traces of charred blackness from high temperatures were visible. But frighteningly, even in such a state, Erwind was still alive, still able to manipulate his body and speak, able to bring the two bodies close together to heal.
“We’ll deal with you first before going back, you damned sinner.”
Eil’s lazy expression became cold upon seeing Erwind. Her fighting spirit rose within her eyes, and she tightly gripped the blade in her hand, aiming at Erwind before her.
Erwind, targeted by that terrifying killing intent, smiled bitterly. The two halves of his body raised their hands simultaneously, comically surrendering to Eil.
“Ah, I truly didn’t expect Mr. Fisher to be connected with the esteemed Eil, and even brought the Death Rune from Ag. Do you demons really want me dead this much?”
But Eil was no longer prepared to waste words with the person before her. She suddenly raised her battle blade, and the moment she swung it, a wave of scorching magma grasped tightly around the still-talking Erwind like a giant hand. Erwind’s outer muscles were continuously burnt, yet he extended his right hand toward Eil as if he felt no pain.
“Ah, it hurts so much.”
Seeing the person before her being seized, Eil held the blade in her left hand while her right hand gripped a short dagger tucked behind her waist. The moment Eil’s hand touched the dagger, ominous and strange runes, as deep as an abyss, erupted from the dagger.
“Buzz buzz…”
But before she could draw the blade, Erwind’s fingers moved slightly, coaxing a twisted blood flesh tentacle from the ground to attack the immobile Fisher. Fisher’s face changed slightly, but he called out to Eil,
“Kill him!”
Eil’s movements in midair paused slightly, hesitating for a second. Suddenly, she released that short dagger, turned around, and sliced through the attacking blood flesh tentacle meant for Fisher.
“Hehe, thank you for your mercy, Eil. I’ll take my leave for now and come back to visit Mr. Fisher later.”
Before Fisher, Erwind, who obviously had no facial features, suddenly showed a human-like expression of “so it’s like this,” gazing curiously at the Fisher lying on the ground.
The next moment, his body slowly began to disintegrate and fracture, instantly turning into countless tiny insects that scattered. Eil sighed and aimed her gaze at those tiny insects, then suddenly exhaled a breath. That breath transformed into a scorching flame in midair, instantly consuming all those tiny insects.
“Bang.”
The insects struggled and turned into ashes in midair. With that, the restless Soul Supplement Handbook on Fisher’s body instantly quieted down.
He laboriously looked at Eil, who was walking toward him, and then asked,
“Is he dead?”
“No, this method cannot kill him.”
Eil crouched beside Fisher but caught a glimpse of Jasmine, the whale girl, lying nearby. In a place invisible to Fisher, her brow slightly lifted.
The next moment, the enormous fireball on Eil’s demon tail shrank again, becoming dim. She yawned simultaneously. Under Fisher’s astonished gaze, Eil quickly crouched down, grabbed Fisher by the neck, bringing him close to her mouth.
“Um!”
Even Fisher did not expect her to suddenly do this, but his entire body was in severe pain, making it impossible for him to resist this terrifying demon.
Since he couldn’t resist, he could only enjoy it.
Fisher’s eyes turned into dead fish eyes, his body motionless.
Seeing Fisher completely give up resistance, a flicker of joy and satisfaction flashed in Eil’s eyes. The kiss lasted for quite a while before she reluctantly let go of him.
Fisher took a breath, feeling the ambiguous scent of blood mixed with saltpeter on his lips, and he asked,
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you heal… Oh, and satisfying a craving.”
“…”
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