Chapter 462: 79. Inevitable Destruction
“I found you.”
As the Archangel Remiel in the sky drew closer, the booming Gospel and thunder became more intense, followed by his serene voice as he gradually descended onto the ship.
Seeing this, Gouwen quickly climbed onto the ship, shaking off the water droplets on himself and looking at the thunderous Remiel adorned with peach blossoms, he asked,
“Archangel Remiel, about Duke of Peach…”
Upon hearing this, Remiel first withdrew the thunder spear he was holding, then began to explain,
“Duke of Peach no longer needs to worry for the time being. She has been injured and will likely take a while to fully recover. I could have extended this period, but unfortunately, the aftermath of my battle with her attracted other elf dukes, forcing me to retreat for now.”
As he spoke, Remiel suddenly turned his gaze towards Fisher beside Hela and said expressionlessly,
“Thanks to your earlier actions, Duke of Peach was affected by chaos ahead of time; otherwise, I would never have stood a chance against her. But the power you used before must not be used again. It is already incredibly fortunate that you weren’t held accountable by the World Tree for what you just did.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Fisher silently remembered what the other said but couldn’t make any verbal promises. After all, he was currently in a transactional relationship with this group of angels. He retrieved the tear of the World Tree for Pandora, who in turn showed him the Holy Grail to allow him to return to the current timeline after evading death. Thus, having them be cautious of him wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
However, Fisher was aware of the risks associated with using Renee’s mark on the Tree Continent. After all, the shadow of the World Tree was right before him. Duke of Peach, ranked at nineteen, would be unable to utilize Renee’s powers, but the World Tree and the true gods above them might not be so restrained. Therefore, he needed to exercise caution.
The World Tree may not have held him accountable because it knew that what he did was wrong, so biased towards the Elf King G, even going so far as to sacrifice its own life-force to escape death. If Ramastia, the god of life, were to find out, she would surely punish it. Of course, it was also possible that with the loss of the Loom of Fate, it simply had no time to deal with its minions.
Regardless of the true reason, Fisher gained a deeper understanding of elves and mythical beings. For instance, despite having caused a huge stir at Jianmu Palace, the other elves did not come until they sensed the angels’ aura and flocked over.
There was also something odd about the youngest among the three elves, Ch.
The Elf King said she was strange, but what exactly was strange? Why did he see her inside Duke of Peach’s barrier, and why did she look exactly like Renee?
“Back to the point, have you gathered any intelligence regarding the World Tree’s tears?”
For Fisher’s statement, Remiel showed little emotion. As the lightning on him surged slightly, he turned all the peach blossoms on his body to ashes and gazed at the disorganized team before him.
Everyone looked at Fisher, who nodded and said,
“I already know.”
Remiel assessed him but didn’t rush to pursue more inquiries. He then looked at Hela, who was lying on the ground, and nodded,
“That is good. Hela and this Trans have suffered significant injuries. I will take you back to the Holy Realm first. Please ask Raphael to attempt to heal their wounds. You may also rest for a bit; after that, Pandora will discuss the transactions with you in detail.”
Fisher looked at Hela beside him; she was still smiling at him as if the shattered figure with the flickering halo wasn’t her at all.
He had no objections and nodded in agreement with the suggestion. In any case, he needed to report the information back to Pandora first before continuing with their actions. Moreover, Emhart was still in the Holy Realm, and he didn’t know if he could see him.
At the same time, Fisher also gleaned a bit of information from Remiel’s words.
Firstly, Pandora and Remiel appeared to be completely on the same side, as he had suspected during the previous judgment by the seven archangels.
Pandora and Remiel were allies; Raphael and Uriel, the two angels who looked almost identical, were also allies. Raguel leaned towards Raphael’s side but was not entirely on their team. Michael and Gabriel were completely independent, and seemingly superior in ability compared to the other archangels of the nineteen ranks.
After no further objections, Remiel gestured, and a scythe floated from the nearby wooden ship until it was grasped in his hand. He then turned, slashing with one hand, and a crevice leading to the crevice suddenly appeared before them. The ship swayed again and plunged into it, heading towards the Holy Realm in the sky.
After a considerable time adrift, the ship finally arrived unsteadily at the Holy Realm, but the landing site was no longer the universe outside the sky; instead, it was the First Day near the clouds.
As previously introduced, the First Day was the lowest level within the Holy Realm, where all the slaves resided, often referred to by the angels as the “mortal world.” It was under Remiel’s jurisdiction.
The area of the First Day was much larger than imagined, resembling a gigantic city floating among the clouds. With the slaves moving around, it had a bit of vitality, unlike the dead silence of the other heavens in the upper universe.
There was a reason angels kept slaves. Unlike elves, who delighted in enjoying themselves at the expense of slaves, the angels’ intentions were surprisingly pure. They simply needed labor to assist in collecting and processing raw materials for forging sacred objects.
Forging life-giving sacred objects was explicitly prohibited for angels, so the slaves here were neither brutally slaughtered like on the Tree Continent nor mistreated but were used as tools by the angels sentimentally.
Compared to elves, angels might be relatively kinder to their slaves; however, to Fisher, there was no essential difference between the two.
Remiel docked the moon ship at the top of the First Day and then disembarked. Before leaving, he said to them,
“Arrange yourselves accordingly. Hela and that Trans should go to the Second Day to heal, Fisher, right? Pandora is already waiting for you on the First Day. You can rest a bit before finding her, but the sooner, the better.”
Saying this, he turned away expressionlessly and left without taking a single cloud with him.
Watching him gradually fly away and vanish into the clouds, Gouwen couldn’t help but complain,
“So why didn’t he just take us directly to the Second Day? We still have to take these two injured people up ourselves. The transfer passage between heavens is unbearable even for ordinary people, let alone the injured.”
Hela, who was lying on the deck and found moving difficult, smiled slightly at Gouwen’s words and explained,
“Because Archangel Remiel is the weakest among the archangels and is responsible for the work in the mortal world, which is looked down upon by the other archangels. He hardly goes to other heavens except for meetings with a few archangels.”
Upon hearing this, Fisher suddenly became curious and asked Hela more,
“What about Archangel Shaliyah? She has another name, ‘Pandora.’ I heard Gouwen mention that this name is what she calls herself in the mortal world. Does she often interact with the mortal realm?”
“Yes, that’s true. After all, Archangel Shaliyah has no other duties besides relaying the ‘divine decree’ from Lord Heavenly Lock. Because of this, her relationships with the other archangels are rather poor.”
Fisher could understand this because, from a human perspective, it resembled one among a group of siblings constantly saying, “Mom says you can’t do that,” or “Dad says you must do this.” As the superior’s messenger, Archangel Shaliyah could easily be viewed as being from “the parents’ side” rather than “our side.”
Though the analogy was rough and the gap between angels and humans was vast, the principle was still relatable. They undeniably showed some tendencies, just like the small groups among those archangels.
However, Fisher was not particularly concerned with the internal issues of the Holy Realm. He needed to expel death and retrieve Emhart. Furthermore, the Holy Realm would collapse in a few thousand years, leaving not a single trace.
At this thought, Fisher’s mind abruptly froze, and he looked down at the smiling Hela beneath him.
If the Holy Realm was destined to perish, then wouldn’t the angel race also vanish like the elf race in the future? Wouldn’t Hela also be bound to meet her demise?
“Ah, suddenly looking at me like that. Are you already impatient?”
Noticing Fisher’s momentary daze, Hela’s smile remained unwavering. She tilted her head, somewhat annoyed while glancing at her injured body, clicking her tongue and saying,
“I didn’t expect that I would be this injured and yet you’re still thinking about that. You really are…”
Fisher expressionlessly pressed down on her mouth, which was still stubbornly chattering, and carefully lifted her up, carrying her on his back, while coldly saying,
“If you say another word, I’ll throw you down from here.”
“Getting anxious?”
Hela leaned toward Fisher’s ear and whispered quietly.
“…”
Fisher clenched his teeth and jumped off the moon ship, simultaneously but lightly pinching her bottom, reminiscent of that crazy night.
But a second later, Hela remained still behind him. Normally, at this time, she wouldn’t stop until she had said a couple of flirtatious remarks. Fisher paused, initially thinking he might have hurt her, but despite softening internally, outwardly he remained unchanged.
He simply continued walking towards the passage leading to the Second Day, pausing for several seconds before asking,
“Did I pinch too hard?”
“No response.”
With no reply from behind, Hela’s head silently leaned on Fisher’s right shoulder, like a little cat, both complaining in a soft, aggrieved manner yet silently accusing Fisher of his excessive behavior.
Fisher slightly turned his head to see her condition, but as he looked around, he collided with her enchanting face full of mischievous smiles.
In the moment of Fisher’s stupor, her luscious lips pursed slightly and then, propelled by air within, produced a sound akin to bubbles, playful yet seeming like a sudden air-kiss.
“Pop~”
Another tease.
Fisher turned away expressionlessly and continued walking forward, casually shouting back to Gouwen,
“Gouwen, bring Mikhail along too. Let’s head to the Second Day; Neceria, Tang Zeming Asuka will be temporarily entrusted to you. Wait for us here, we’ll come down once we’ve taken care of them.”
“Alright.”
Gouwen nodded, shaking off some of the moisture on his clothes, then carefully hoisted the still unclear-state Mikhail, adorned with peach blossoms, onto his shoulders.
Meanwhile, Fisher himself remained silent, carrying Hela to the foot of the staircase, while Hela, confused, tilted her head as if questioning why her prank hadn’t worked.
At that moment, as only the two of them lingered before the transfer staircase, with Hela still puzzled behind him, Fisher suddenly turned his head, swiftly capturing her lips with a kiss.
At the instant their soft lips met, Fisher did not deepen the kiss but lightly bit her, as if in punishment, then quickly pulled back.
Thus, as Gouwen struggled with Mikhail and Neceria flapped her wings from the ship’s tail toward Tang Zeming Asuka at the front, Fisher quickly and discreetly completed this kiss.
Even Hela was slightly taken by surprise; she seemed to not react initially, unprepared for Fisher to suddenly kiss her without a word.
Looking at Hela’s face, which typically revels in mischief, the otherwise expressionless Fisher finally showed a slight smile as he said to Hela,
“Unexpected?”
“…”
Not at all angry about being teased, Hela instead pursed her lips, her enchanting wicked smile deepening, revealing an aura that aged like fine wine. Her blue-golden eyes sparkled, illuminating like the bright sun.
“Very nice! Indeed, even without any other reason, I would very much like you. Just now was adorable; I really liked it. Keep it up. If you continue to please me, there will be more rewards~”
Fisher, who had just been smiling slightly, felt his expression fall upon hearing Hela’s praise. He seemed to dislike being referred to as “adorable.” However, Hela loved saying such.
And more rewards? Who do you think you are, just…
Fed up, Fisher ignored her, turning expressionlessly to wait for Gouwen as he carried Mikhail over.
Even if he felt Hela was annoying at that moment, the earlier thoughts about the inevitable destruction of the Holy Realm sank deeper and buried themselves in the unknown.
Hela, destined to fade away with the Holy Realm.
Uncontrollably, he thought again.
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(End of Chapter)
