Chapter 340: 115. Long Time No See (Happy New Year, Alliance Leader’s Bonus Chapter)
Rewind time to a few minutes ago, deep in the corridor of the first-floor hall.
“Fisher, he’s here, in the washroom.”
In Fisher’s view, a man with a Mediterranean haircut, Jahl Uzz, suddenly appeared at the doorway of a men’s washroom, pointing towards the room he was leaning against, reminding Fisher.
Fisher glanced at him and didn’t respond, because he knew that the Jahl Uzz before him was merely an illusion; the real Jahl Uzz had long since perished with the Dragon Court in the river of history.
Ignoring the other person, he directly pushed open the washroom door. Inside the narrow room, Balzak was bowed over the washbasin. To Fisher’s eyes, his scholar’s frail body seemed to have a massive flesh monster attached, with a mosquito-like appendage extending from its head continuously draining his brain juice.
Fisher’s pupils contracted, and the Fluid Sword in his hand instantly extended, the massive silver light suddenly engulfing the entire room. But just as the blade came out, two voices suddenly rang out in front of and from Fisher’s chest,
“What are you doing?! Fisher!”
“Wait, I… cough cough!”
The simultaneous voices of Emhart and Balzak caused Fisher’s movements to pause slightly. In the next second, his eyes blinked, and the terrifying monster sucking Balzak’s brain matter suddenly transformed into only a pale-faced Balzak, who was clasping his hands over his chest, looking panicked at the cold-faced Fisher wielding a blade.
Fisher’s action to swing the sword halted, but the full-strength tenth rank of physical power couldn’t be stopped, creating a gust of wind that blew Balzak, who was holding his hands, out. The tiles in the washroom shattered under Fisher’s forceful left foot, the exaggerated shattering continuously spreading, as the edge of the Fluid Sword nearly demolished the entire washroom.
“Crack, crack, crack!”
Tiles fell from the ceiling, and the chilling blade in Fisher’s hand stopped between Balzak’s legs, the terrifying cut just shy of ensuring the Harn family’s complete extinction.
“Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.”
Balzak pathetically let out streams of hot liquid from his pants. He was already severely sick, and now he was even more terrified.
Gasping, Fisher felt Emhart suddenly fly out from his arms, repeatedly banging his square head against Fisher’s head,
“What the heck is wrong with you? Right when you come in, you want to draw your sword to chop someone? Have you lost your mind to the point you can’t let a man appear within the sight of that lady from the Turan family?!”
“… Didn’t you see?”
Fisher looked breathlessly at the normal Balzak before him, but just a moment ago, he truly felt that there was something monstrous on Balzak’s body, whether in terms of the aura of the soul or—
“See a ghost? Wait, what did you just see? Have you been secretly reading that weird book behind my back again?! Damn it, I’ve already told you not to read that kind of forbidden knowledge casually. If you keep reading, it won’t just be a matter of misunderstanding, and I really don’t want you to turn into a madman one day!”
Fisher didn’t answer Emhart’s question, just watching the teary-eyed Balzak before him. He figured Balzak must have had a complete mental breakdown. His body was already compromised due to the flu; he had been coughing terribly in the morning, and now, without a word, Fisher comes in and draws his sword to chop him. Even with the sword pulled back, the power of the tenth rank nearly demolished this place, scaring him to the point of questioning life.
“Wait, his condition is off.”
Fisher narrowed his eyes, looking at the weeping Balzak on the ground when suddenly something clicked. He transformed one step into four and rushed to his side, lifting his arm. Just as he held his hand, Balzak retracted it like it had been electrocuted.
“Don’t don’t touch me! I really made a mistake, big brother, I won’t provoke you anymore.”
Emhart, floating in mid-air, turned to Fisher with dead fish eyes, commenting,
“Look, you scared him so much that his gender changed. You shouldn’t go crazy anymore; not everyone is as free-spirited as the great Sir Book.”
Fisher didn’t bother with him. The murky Magical Circuit in his hand suddenly lit up, activating Balzak’s Magical Circuit at the same time. The moment his Magical Circuit illuminated, Fisher immediately saw countless Magical Circuits in the shape of tadpoles wildly swimming throughout Balzak’s right arm. Among those Magical Circuits, one shaped like a flesh worm was particularly conspicuous.
“Wait, what is this? Why is there such a worm in my hand?!”
Balzak was not a bumpkin from the countryside; he certainly recognized that those Magical Circuits existing in his body did not belong to him, but resembled some kind of parasitic creature he had never seen before.
Fisher’s eyes turned extremely cold. He gritted his teeth as that chilling name suddenly echoed in his mind.
Erwind!
It was the Life Lord who acted.
Five days prior, Balzak’s body had already shown problems, indicating that the other party had placed this flesh worm inside Balzak at least five days ago. Those tadpole-like things were the eggs laid by this worm. But what really caused a headache was that these weren’t Balzak’s avatars but bizarre creatures raised by him.
Erwind knew that he had death runes in hand capable of one-hit kills, which was why he used this tactic hidden beneath the surface of the water.
“Balzak, have you felt anything during this time?”
“Ah, feel? I… just feel like I have a cold and fever, but I have a hard time sleeping at night, constantly dreaming.”
“Dream? Dreaming about what?”
“Nothing much, just about my exile in Shivali before, oh, and things about us searching for the mark together recently.”
Fisher’s pupils contracted slightly. If Erwind had not received clues about entering the Parasol Tree from him during his surprise attack on the Mechanism, he would still be able to discern his movements, because the Mechanism always knew his position. Erwind isn’t a fool; if Valentina from the Turan family, whom one can definitely not see during the day, was moving around outside, it must be for some purpose.
Erwind was targeting the Turan family and very likely already knew that entering the Parasol Tree required a mark. His objective this time was the mark in Valentina’s hands.
Fisher suddenly raised his head to look upstairs, where Valentina and Tribe Leader Dar were having discussions. If this was the case, then what Erwind was likely targeting was Valentina.
“No, Brother Fisher… you’re a mage, right? Quickly save me, what’s in my hand? Why can’t I feel anything?!”
Fisher lowered his head to look but suddenly found the twisted Magical Circuit in his hand, like a worm, suddenly active. The next moment, a large bump formed on Balzak’s hand, and a huge flesh worm suddenly sprang out from his muscle, charging towards Fisher covered in Balzak’s blood.
“Ah, ah, ah, I can feel it! I can feel it! But it hurts so much!!”
“Clang, clang, clang!”
The flesh worm flashed in the air, waving its lightning-like appendages towards Fisher. Fisher raised the Fluid Sword in his hand and accurately blocked the worm’s attack. Then, that straight Fluid Sword in mid-air suddenly twisted and stabbed the worm, pinning it to the ground.
Fisher looked up at Balzak’s blood-splattered arm. He saw countless small worms with little black spots pouring out from the hole where the flesh worm had drilled through. Because they had absorbed Balzak’s blood, the little worms seemed to reproduce infinitely, quickly flooding the washroom like a tide.
“Ah, ah, ah, Fisher save me! I don’t want to die yet.”
Faced with Balzak’s pleading voice, Fisher looked up, suddenly drew his sword, and chopped off his right hand. The severed arm twirled in the air, continuously shrinking and drying up like a twig, while the last wave of little worms fell onto the washroom floor.
But those little worms did not attack Fisher; instead, they crazily burrowed into the gaps in the walls of the washroom. The densely packed little black worms quickly disappeared, but Fisher had a hunch that they hadn’t vanished. In his eyes, the ground appeared like an illusion, revealing a massive pupil, only for that pupil to vanish the next second.
In its place was a shaking and rumbling like an earthquake.
“Boom!”
“Ah, ah, ah! It hurts! My hand! I’m going to die, Mother!”
“Fisher, something seems to be growing below! Damn it, wait! Open the pocket! I’ll hide first, you move after!”
Fisher, with a cold face, used the Fluid Sword to fling Balzak, who had lost a hand, out of the washroom. He then tossed him two magical rings, saying,
“The green one is a healing ring, use it to stop the bleeding first. The white one contains a light magic for self-defense. Find a safe place to hide; don’t die.”
Balzak clutched his bleeding shoulder, his right arm completely gone. His pained face turned pale, but he still gratefully nodded toward Fisher before running out of the hotel without looking back.
“Boom!”
Violent tremors continued. Fisher stayed in place, staring as the ground where the little worms had burrowed suddenly erupted with thick appendages, like flesh and branches. Those giant appendages tightly enveloped the hotel where Valentina was staying, casting a bloody shadow over the room.
An eyeball covered in blood suddenly bloomed before Fisher. Although Fisher knew that the bizarre creature before him was not Erwind’s true body, that guy must be watching him through this creature.
Indeed, the next moment, that giant eyeball shook twice, and the bloodstained pupil suddenly split open, revealing sharp teeth and a faint human voice,
“Fisher, long time no see.”
Fisher held Emhart in his arms, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He raised the Fluid Sword in his hand, aimed at the eyeball, and coldly laughed,
“Long time no see, Erwind.”
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万分感谢支持！
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(End of Chapter)
