Chapter 417: 34. Bold Measures (6.5k)
The feeling of being pursued by death surged again in Fisher’s heart, causing his emotions to become restless.
He clearly had Renee’s mark helping him, which should have allowed him to be unharmed for half a year. Or could it be that the mark Renee left on him discovered his concern for Tang Zeming Asuka, making her, far in the future, angry and thus decide to let death completely consume his greedy self, unwilling to return even a whole body back to the future?
While Fisher felt somewhat guilty, he also thought it was unlikely, as his rank hadn’t fallen like last time; he was still healthy.
“Hey, death is—”
“Buzz buzz buzz”
Tang Zeming Asuka and Mikhail didn’t understand Michael’s words, and they would soon realize what was happening. Because in the next second, the entire Holy Realm began to tremble, including Michael’s forge room, which began to shake slightly, while everyone felt a tightening in their chests, as if something extremely terrifying had appeared here.
Even Michael, who was of the Nineteen Rank, changed his expression slightly. He immediately stood up and waved his hand, and a glowing cross sword flew from a corner of the forge to his hand. He kicked Mikhail in the back, causing him to fall to the ground, and at that moment, a relic from the shelf above fell exactly where he had been standing.
Mikhail didn’t understand. With Michael’s Nineteen Rank life level, he could easily swat away the relic that had fallen from above. Why choose this most brutal method?
He turned to look at Michael, who smiled slightly before his expression became extremely serious. He looked up at the solar ring, where a terrifying shadow intermittently flashed against the desolate cosmos illuminated by sunlight. That shadow with an extremely terrifying aura was traversing in the crevice separate from the world. Its high rank allowed its figure to be seen even here.
“What’s happening, why is the whole Holy Realm suddenly shaking? Hey, hey.”
Tang Zeming Asuka gasped this question. Although Fisher’s body was fine, that palpitating feeling in his heart became increasingly intense. Michael did not respond to Tang Zeming Asuka’s words; instead, he held the cross sword and directly flew into the sky. As he ascended, the pressure he intentionally controlled around him rapidly increased. The angelic halo above his head erupted with extremely bright light, causing his crimson hair to billow.
Not only he, but the other archangels also flew out from their respective heavens, their expressions serious as they looked at the shadow swirling outside the Holy Realm.
Pandora, who was already on the Fifth Day, did not fly up from the ground, nor did she look up at the sky. Instead, she felt the terrifying pressure of life and tilted her head slightly, murmuring, “Dragon God.”
Yes, at this very moment, the shadow hovering outside the Holy Realm in the crevice was the legendary demigod, Dragon God Feima Baharon.
Below, Hela looked puzzled and pointed at the archangels on high alert and the shadow above, wondering, “Why would Dragon God Feima Baharon come to the Holy Realm? Doesn’t he usually return from the Dragon Continent when he comes out of the crevice?”
“Is that really Dragon God Feima Baharon?”
A drop of cold sweat trickled down the cheek of Gouwen. He wasn’t entirely worried about their current situation; he just found it hard to imagine how terrifying a child of the main god would be, as if before him, all living beings were merely insignificant insects that could be wiped out with a wave of his hand. And under the new residence of his clan, three demigod creators lived, one true deity. This was truly…
Tang Zeming Asuka had no idea what Dragon God Feima Baharon was; she just stared foolishly at the shadow swirling above. Meanwhile, Fisher’s sense of panic became increasingly evident; he seemed to gradually realize that the unexpected appearance of the Dragon God here had something to do with him, and with the death that pursued him.
“Roar!”
Before long, a massive crack opened in the pitch-black cosmos. Upon closer inspection, several ferocious dragon claws were clutching the external space, brutally tearing it apart bit by bit.
“Crack crack crack!”
As the external rules distorted little by little, a massive pull created by a peculiar spatial suction immediately dragged the Holy Realm, floating in the cosmos, toward that bizarre space without escape, pulling this spectacular angelic dwelling within.
“Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Fisher!”
The entire space of the Holy Realm emitted a sound like crashing. Tang Zeming Asuka accidentally flew out sideways, only to find herself stopped in mid-air, having completely lost the pull of the holy relic that mimicked gravity. They all just hung there suspended, unable to move.
The tilted Holy Realm slowly headed toward the black hole in that space. But at a critical moment, Michael, suspended above the solar ring, suddenly shifted in expression, waved his sword, and severed the space that was pulling the Holy Realm askew, returning it to its original position.
In the distance, Pandora sat quietly in front of the furnace, with no signs of intervening, just listening to the breaths of the other five archangels in the air.
“.”
Near Michael’s forge, the surrounding holy relics, freed from the constraints of gravity, began to float. Fisher, with a somewhat unnatural expression, pushed aside Michael’s discarded toys. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a black sword hilt among the floating relics, looking particularly conspicuous.
His Fluid Sword!
Fisher’s eyes brightened. He decisively reached out and grabbed that long-lost black hilt. As consciousness reconnected with it, the mercury-like blade of the Fluid Sword extended again, transforming back into the form Fisher was most familiar with.
“Boom!”
Outside, the Fifth Day gradually collapsed under the overwhelming pressure of the Dragon God creeping out of the crevice, but the holy relics generating gravity within the Holy Realm seemed to malfunction, causing fragments of buildings to float one by one. Many angels flew up in sequence to look at the massive crack in space, which continued to expand.
Fisher had traversed the crevice of the Spirit Realm more than once before, but never had it been as large-scale as the Dragon God’s appearance. It seemed that this process of traversing was exceptionally difficult for him, evident from the chaotic spatial turbulence that preceded him.
The moment the change occurred, Fisher and the others began to move toward the outside of the forge to avoid being entangled in the massive vibrations from far away. However, just as they emerged, Fisher noticed something strange. When he reached a rocky area, the gravity device in the Holy Realm suddenly restored as if a switch had been flipped, causing huge tons of fragments to crash toward him. After he narrowly avoided them, the gravity device resumed to its original state as if it had been predetermined.
“Fisher! Be careful!”
Without the constraints of the gravity device, the entire ether of the Holy Realm began to slowly dissipate. This intangible matter seemed to behave differently from gas; although the speed of dissipation was not very fast, it was in the cosmos, making the reminder voices Fisher heard nearly inaudible. It wasn’t until he heard Gouwen’s warning that he suddenly realized that the space around him had been distorted beyond recognition, pulling him in.
He grabbed the Fluid Sword, preparing to escape. In the distance, fragments of the furnace and half-finished relics rushed toward him, making him dodge clumsily.
“.”
His face grim, numerous sharp or burning objects brushed against his body. Just as other items were about to fly toward him again, a gentle starlight, like a sunrise, suddenly lit up behind him. His pupils constricted slightly as the white light gently enveloped him, drawing him back to Tang Zeming Asuka and the others.
“Mr. Fisher, are you okay?”
“.I’m fine.”
Fisher turned to see Hela, who had smiled and retracted her hand. This seemed to be the first time she truly intervened in front of him. That gentle white light was her power?
Hela smiled slightly, looking at Fisher, and said, “You seem to be having a bad day. Nothing seems to be going on here with us, as if it’s related to the death pursuing you.”
“Is this the method of death chasing its prey? I thought it simply chased after its prey and ended their lives.”
“Indeed, that’s the simplest and most direct way. But just now, I clearly saw the death around you distorting other rules. This is not how death is supposed to execute its process. It has no self-awareness; even if it can’t do anything to you, it shouldn’t resort to other means. This is really strange. But the good news is that you appear to be just having a bad day; nothing particularly special.”
“Ah, I hope that’s all it is.”
He pondered Hela’s words, quickly realizing there was a blind spot. The mark of Renee on him was still effective with no issues; what had changed was the death surrounding him. It couldn’t directly bypass Renee’s mark to execute him, so it had begun to use other methods to try to kill him?
But that was completely unreasonable. The deity of death was an unconscious deity; there was no reason it could change the methods of death’s reckoning.
“So what now? I suspect that Dragon God Feima Baharon unexpectedly descending here from the crevice was also caused by the misfortune brought by the death pursuing me.”
Unlike the extremely serious Fisher, Hela appeared quite optimistic. She tapped her face and said, “Dragon God Feima Baharon is our elder. Even though his domineering personality would make his sudden appearance here troublesome for us, he definitely won’t apologize and most likely will just fly away. So let’s just do what we need to do. How about considering taking a ride with Dragon God Feima Baharon to the Tree Continent?”
“.Do you want to hear what you’re saying?”
Mikhail and Gouwen were both speechless, and Fisher was even more exasperated by Hela’s nonchalance. The sudden change of death had already annoyed him. He rubbed his head and said to Hela,
“Didn’t you say the celebration is in a month or two? Why the rush, and why such a risky method to the Tree Continent?”
Hela put on a pitiful, wronged expression, pointed at Fisher, Tang Zeming Asuka, and Mikhail, complaining, “You really don’t know how to appreciate good intentions. I’m thinking of you.”
“Somehow I feel like you just want to leave the Holy Realm early for some fun.”
Faced with Fisher’s ruthless exposure, Hela showed none of the air of a mythical being, only tilting her head shyly and adorably, saying, “Hey, but that’s not the main reason! You know that our Holy Realm and the elves have many slaves. We have a lot of chores for them to do, and usually we take hundreds of slaves as gifts to the Tree Continent. Most of these slaves are humans. Hmm, if we set off now, we won’t need to take slaves.”
Tang Zeming Asuka opened her mouth, caught off guard, and even Fisher didn’t anticipate this point. He paused for a moment before continuing to ask, “Is that okay with you?”
“It’s fine. Originally, going to the celebration was just a formality. Moreover, the most dangerous places are often the safest. Fisher, think about it; your misfortune brought Dragon God Feima Baharon here. If we don’t avoid it and instead go forth, perhaps we could even have unexpected joy.”
In the sky, Dragon God Feima Baharon had already extended half of his foggy dragon head from the crevice, seemingly unsure why he had come here after emerging from the crevice. Gouwen’s smile grew increasingly forced as she couldn’t stop Hela, who was such a trickster. She quickly interjected, “No, no, no! You can’t be so fanciful! Dragon God Feima Baharon is a being of Rank Twenty. Just by looking at Tang Zeming’s head, it could burst! Not to mention his violent temper. Even living in the massive shadow formed by his presence is not permitted. How could we ride on his back and expect him to take us to the Tree Continent? We’d probably be crushed to bits before we even got up there.”
Hela, however, smiled pleasantly and nudged her chin toward Gouwen, saying, “It’s okay; I already have a plan. We just need to borrow Michael’s precious holy artifact.”
“No, Hela Angel, even if you could successfully borrow Michael Angel’s artifact, wouldn’t we still be doomed? I don’t want a Nineteen Rank archangel to hold a grudge against us.”
Facing Gouwen’s rejection, Hela didn’t feel angry but simply said, “It’s just you, me, Fisher, and this little human girl who might get into trouble. But what about Mikhail? Isn’t he here?”
“Him?”
Gouwen, Fisher, and Tang Zeming Asuka all looked at Mikhail, who had been silently standing behind them, sporting a bit of stubble on his face and looking puzzled as he glanced at himself, “Me?”
“Just take that board! Yes, yes, that one!”
Within these few minutes, the other archangels, aside from Pandora and Gabriel, were all casting sharp glances at Dragon God Feima Baharon, slowly emerging from the crevice set by Dalasgon, guarding the Holy Realm. Meanwhile, that trickster Hela was outside Michael’s forging room, inciting Mikhail to steal Michael’s holy artifact, the Moon Boat.
According to Hela’s plan, they weren’t actually going to ride on the back of Dragon God Feima Baharon—the idea would undoubtedly lead to death. However, where Dragon God Feima Baharon passed, there would be very distinct spatial traces left behind. They intended to take Michael’s sturdy Moon Boat and follow those traces to the Tree Continent. The Moon Boat could freely navigate through the crevices and maintain its form amid spatial turbulence, making it incredibly useful.
Mikhail initially didn’t want to steal at all, but could not resist Hela’s persuasive rhetoric. After her emotional speech, he agreed.
The first reason was that if they set off now, they would probably have to bring a large number of human slaves. Forget about being torn apart under the Holy Realm or encountering poor treatment under the elves in the Tree Continent; even if the angels blamed anyone, it would fall on Hela’s shoulders, not anyone else.
The second reason was that the item wasn’t very important to Michael. Although he cherished all his creations, the consequences of selecting a lower-level holy artifact to take wouldn’t be grave. Moreover, if Mikhail took it, Michael probably wouldn’t hold him accountable. Even if he did, he wouldn’t return to the Holy Realm, as Michael wouldn’t bear a grudge and fly down to create trouble for him over such a matter.
In summary, swayed by Hela’s impassioned discourse, Mikhail ultimately accepted the plan, largely because of the hundreds of human slaves. Besides, Tang Zeming Asuka and Fisher had no objections.
Thanks to Emhart’s persistent speeches by his side, Fisher didn’t have too favorable an impression of the Elf Race, or rather, he didn’t have a good impression of these mythical beings at all.
As Mikhail briskly swam into Michael’s forge to retrieve the Moon Boat, Fisher looked up at the Sixth Day. He even thought that amidst the chaos in the Holy Realm, he might run to the Sixth Day and bring Emhart back. He couldn’t rest easy without him by his side.
But the crazed master of the Sixth Day, Gabriel, was not emerging now, so the probability of that happening was low. He could only hope that Salie would fulfill her promise, allowing him to meet the Holy Grail smoothly, and then he could take Emhart away from this era directly.
In the distant sky, the colossal and robust form of the dragon gradually emerged from the crevice. It glanced around, of course only seeing the chaotic Holy Realm it had pulled into disarray and a few of the angelic descendants with the Heavenly Lock on alert. Michael floated in the cosmos and greeted him, “Dragon God Feima Baharon, welcome to your arrival.”
Clearly, there was barely any welcoming intent, but since they were still in a peaceful state, the three demigods maintained a friendly peace under the monitoring of their elder sister. Courtesies were something that were not lacking in this era; Dragon God was their elder. Even if he had just turned his race’s home into a mess, he still had to say such words.
“Hmph.”
Dragon God Feima Baharon ignored them completely. Although Michael and the others were all beings of Nineteen Rank by human classifications, the seven of them together couldn’t equate to one of his blows. Being a being of Rank Twenty meant being on the edge of authority, vastly different from all that followed.
He didn’t look back and prepared to fly away. The angels stood still without any intention of sending him off. As a result, from the corner of Michael’s eye, he suddenly saw on the Fifth Day that mischievous angel Hela quietly cheering “Go!” The four in front were pushing his Moon Boat towards the edge of the Fifth Day.
“.”
Michael narrowed his eyes, focusing all his unique pressure on Hela. Feeling danger, Hela’s smile faltered momentarily, but she quickly pointed at Michael and then spread her hands, gesturing towards the location on the First Day where slaves were stored.
This encrypted conversation made Michael pause for a moment. After a brief silence, he pretended as if nothing was wrong and turned his head as if he hadn’t seen them at all. Hela’s smile grew more profound. She kicked the Moon Boat in front of her and whispered, “Shh, everyone, hurry and get on the ship. We need to set off quickly. If the law-master, Laquiel, finds out we set off without bringing slaves, he will definitely freak out.”
“My wife, your husband will perish in… Ow!”
Looking at the vast and profound starry sky in front of him, Gouwen attempted to express some sentiment, but before he could finish, Hela shoved him onto the ship with an empty gesture, while Tang Zeming Asuka swallowed hard, unable to tell whether she was excited or afraid, and tremblingly followed onto the ship.
Mikhail sat at the bow, while Fisher gazed at the overtly obvious spatial turbulence left by Dragon God Feima Baharon. He turned back to Hela and asked, “Can this ship run by itself?”
“It can’t. It’s just a sturdier wooden boat. Any other angel’s creations are too lazy to leave. Who told Michael to have a nostalgic tendency?”
“.Then, the oars? The kind that can row in space.”
“Shh, actually, I secretly stole another holy artifact to serve as the oar.”
“.”
Of course, that counted as something on Mikhail’s head.
Hela pulled out an oddly shaped purple scythe from behind her. When Fisher saw the scythe, his expression slightly changed as he looked back at the Moon Boat before him. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. He murmured, “Wait, this…”
“Let’s go!”
Just as he turned back, Hela quickly pushed him onto the wooden ship with a gesture. Then, taking advantage of everyone’s inattentiveness, including the angels in the sky, she leaped up to the rear of the ship, using the massive purple scythe to shove them away, leading them out of the Fifth Day of the Holy Realm.
“Ah ah ah ah!”
As soon as they entered the spatial turbulence left by Dragon God Feima Baharon, the whole boat began to pitch violently, causing Tang Zeming Asuka to scream immediately.
This sound drew the attention of Laquiel and Raphael, who turned around. The next second, Hela swung her scythe, cutting through the crevice’s path, causing them to disappear in place, swept away by the swirling spatial turbulence toward the planet’s surface.
Raphael and Laquiel turned to Michael, disbelieving, and said, “Those transfer individuals slipped away like this?”
“No. It’s the Elf King’s birthday, and Hela took on this tough job. Those transfer individuals are with her.”
“What are they going to do? Go embarrass themselves? They didn’t bring anything—no slaves, no treasures, and no blessings from the Holy Realm? They’re going empty-handed?”
“I prepared a gift. As for the blessing, let Hela—no, those transfer individuals write it.”
“How can that be? We…”
Laquiel was quite furious and wanted to say something else, intending to go down and catch them back, but Michael ignored them, turning and flying toward his forge, saying, “The Holy Realm is a complete mess. Go clean it up properly.”
“You…”
Ignoring the domineering Michael as he left made Laquiel, Uriel, and the others felt perplexed.
Inside the forge, it was evidently just as chaotic. Michael reactivated the gravity relics of the Holy Realm and pulled back some of the ethereal substance that had nearly dissipated, then used his power to place each of the scattered relics back in their places.
At that moment, he suddenly noticed that although two relics were missing from his forge, a handwritten scroll appeared on the crafting table. He slowly floated over, opened the scroll, and saw written methods left by Mikhail for operating the machine he had left behind, along with some additional words. The contents could only be seen by Michael, not to be known by outsiders.
After reading the scroll, Michael had no extra expression. He casually prepared to throw it into the still-burning forge beside him, but his suspended hand lingered for a long time, fingers never releasing it.
“.”
After a brief silence, his fingers suddenly let go, yet the scroll didn’t fall but was pushed by his power to lie quietly among a pile of relics.
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