Chapter 484: 101. Heart-Wrenching Poison
“Doctor?”
Sorobato tilted his head slightly and then gently pointed downwards. In just a moment, the raging winds on the sea below suddenly intensified manyfold. The ocean under the night sky began to churn restlessly, rising and falling in a swirling pattern.
The whirlwind, mixed with the ocean’s brine and the clean sand from the beach, surged towards Gouwen like several powerful drill bits encircling him.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the originally starry night turned into a mass of dark clouds, and the air around seemed to come alive, vibrating with rhythmic fluctuations.
Those tangible winds were a symbol of Sorobato’s power as a mythical being.
Gouwen’s clothing was tossed wildly, and in the face of such crushing force, his slightly raised golden dagger seemed so insignificant— even when zooming in on his whole body, he appeared like a frail candle in a turbulent wind.
“Are you seeking revenge through your medical skills?”
Sorobato waved his hand indifferently, and the tornado immediately pierced through the entire coast, raising dust and sand to dozens of meters high. The cave constructed by the snake people, along with the breached cliffs, quickly turned to ruins, instantly engulfed by the raging waves.
However, to Sorobato’s surprise, the whale folk managed to leap gracefully from the ground, avoiding a considerable distance. His speed was not particularly fast, but such great power didn’t even damage his clothing.
The issue was that the previous tornado was certainly not something a being below the mythical rank could evade.
Even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit; Sorobato understood this better than anyone, especially since this guy’s wife was that psychotic goddess whose destructive power even she couldn’t withstand.
A nest cannot produce both tigers and kittens, so from the beginning, Sorobato had given it his all.
But did this strike still miss?
Gouwen seemed to have not even caught his breath, but after seeing the nearly kilometer-long coastline around him beginning to collapse and crack, he took a deep breath in trepidation and remarked to Sorobato,
“So this is the power of a mythical being? Even the most ordinary angel in the Holy Realm is like this. No wonder my wife said that when you forged the holy artifact, you almost tore apart the seabed; seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation.”
“.”
Sorobato paid no mind to the other party and did not strike again. However, his originally neutral body suddenly began to grow robust. At this moment, the halo atop his head stood upright and inverted behind him. The pair of illusory wings behind him suddenly spread out, extending about seven or eight meters into the night sky.
Following that, his white robe slipped away bit by bit, revealing the strong muscles beneath, which were like a ceramic material, and dozens of glimmering holy artifacts slid out from the white robe.
To be honest, unlike the elves who simply utilized various fates and powers from mythical beings, those keen on forging are not typically frail-bodied mages; they are both skilled in forging and adept at using them, especially in combat-related artifacts.
This explains why the Angel Michael of the Fifth Day presides over both war and forging. However, they dwell in the distant void of space, and few can face an angel fully armed.
But Gouwen was not among them, for his wife, Xu, had been injured by this guy.
He furrowed his brow, somewhat confused, muttering,
“Something’s not right; why can he change genders so swiftly?”
But Sorobato seemed not to have heard his question. He merely expressionlessly grasped a seemingly blunt scarlet spear beside him. He then raised his hand, and countless weaponized holy artifacts began to plummet towards Gouwen like shooting stars.
“Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!”
In mid-air, within Gouwen’s shrinking pupils, countless scarlet artifacts suddenly burst forth in a brilliant display, overwhelming him.
There were artifacts that vibrated and emitted piercing screams that impacted the soul; some absorbed life force nearby to enhance their lethality; others continuously grew filaments of flesh to block Gouwen’s possible escape routes.
At the moment dozens of artifacts struck the ground, the entire surface erupted into high dust clouds as if hit by artillery, and as Gouwen’s expression slightly changed, just as he gently touched down to prepared to escape, Sorobato, holding the spear aloft, had already appeared in an instant behind Gouwen.
“Whoosh!”
Countless whirlwinds suddenly howled to life as Sorobato turned to deliver a slash; that immense force sent that weapon spinning. But in the next moment, he had already drawn out other artifacts that had fallen nearby, continuing to hack fiercely at Gouwen.
Under the intense gospel and the strength of his newly robust form, each strike Sorobato made on the ground let out a mournful cry, as if a tornado swept across the desert, lifting all the yellow sands into the air and towards the ocean, creating a sand barrier that obscured vision.
In that hazy barrier where vision was indistinguishable, Gouwen’s black and white figure drifted like a specter, trembling up and down ceaselessly; even as the shockwave from those strikes began to deform the terrain, Sorobato felt no sensation of hitting anything, as if he struck only air.
Sorobato’s gaze narrowed slightly, and the next moment, he paused his footsteps, then turned and slashed again, sweeping all the sand clouds in front of him towards the ocean.
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
The ground around him continuously crumbled, and the sound of collapsed earth echoed endlessly. The several meters high yellow sand was blown away toward the ocean, with bits of creatures just exposed in the sand occasionally falling from the sky, too late to escape.
But when the view before him cleared, Gouwen still stood calmly in place.
He seemed somewhat curious, continuously watching Sorobato, questioning,
“I had known that angels themselves lack earthly gender, but they can choose their gender post-birth. If they become male, they grow stronger and more aggressive; if they become female, they become more delicate and attuned to rules. No matter what, this requires a process. Yet you have instantly transformed into a male form more suited for combat. This did not manifest in my previous battle with my wife.”
Sorobato raised an eyebrow, then planted the holy artifact he held into the ground. His eyes shifted slightly, as if already knowing something.
“I’ve heard that you, the whale folk doctor, can see through many patients’ ailments at a glance. This must be related to your abilities as a whale folk, right? If so, why not take a look at my current physical condition?”
Gouwen chuckled bitterly in response,
“You are a mythical being, after all, I cannot.”
“Don’t be absurd; weren’t you just examining the Elf King?”
Sorobato fixed his expressionless gaze on Gouwen, then sneered and said to him,
“I fear it’s not you who cannot see, but rather your current ‘body’ is unable to observe. I noticed something strange just now; clearly, your rank and speed are insufficient to counter my attacks, yet I still feel no sense of impact. Now I realize this isn’t your real body, but rather a strange substance. All my previous attacks hit; it’s just the nature of this bizarre material made it seem like they did not.”
Sorobato’s cold gaze scanned Gouwen’s current form, before he taunted,
“If the substance you conjured to create your false body truly cannot be exhausted by my attack, I might not have discovered the flaw, but didn’t you notice you’ve become a full centimeter shorter since you began?”
Meeting Sorobato’s gaze, Gouwen helplessly touched his head and measured himself, then spoke,
“A centimeter? Your eyes are far too keen; can you even see this?”
“Thus, your true body should be nearby. Let me find your true self. With your life tier, I could blow and you would disperse.”
After saying this, Sorobato no longer glanced at Gouwen. He turned to survey his surroundings, as the tangible winds symbolizing his power spread across the scarred, cracked ground, while Gouwen merely smiled gently without intervening.
He just looked at Sorobato, suddenly questioning,
“Sorobato the Angel can perfectly replicate my revenge-seeking process when I entered the Holy Realm, and it’s not surprising that you can see through my trickery. However, since you already know I went there for revenge, are you not curious why I feel I can seek vengeance upon seeing you? Is it solely because I long for my beloved wife and am consumed by rage?”
Upon hearing this, Sorobato quickly turned to look at Gouwen. His brows furrowed slightly, as if countless thoughts surged in his mind, yet none provided him an answer.
Fortunately, this was not an unanswered exam; the next moment, Gouwen had slightly raised his hand, aiming it at Sorobato.
With his gentle smile, Sorobato suddenly noticed that the tips of Gouwen’s fingers were releasing small, nearly completely transparent bubbles. At this moment, under the round moonlight, the surface of the bubbles blossomed with vibrant colors.
“Sorobato the Angel, that is because upon seeing me, you are destined to die. I have come to the Holy Realm with poison capable of killing you and mythical beings. Everything about this body is composed of that poison, and its waning and deformation are not because your attack was effective, but because the poison has entered your body.”
As Gouwen raised his hand, everything on him slowly transformed into seemingly transparent bubbles, except for the golden dagger that remained, revealing the fine golden threads extending from the end of its hilt.
Those golden threads floated in mid-air, constructing a three-dimensional network devoid of flesh and bone, while the previous potent poison adhered to these golden networks, forming a near-identical “Gouwen.”
“Poison?”
This concept was Sorobato’s first encounter. As a mythical being angel, he had not experienced the birth, aging, illness, and death undergone by other life forms. They did not need to eat or rest, living eternally by the grace of the sun. Thus, even in the language of angels, there was no such concept, and hence even the language translated through the holy artifact ended up leaving him with only a hollow transliteration.
“Ah, yes, it is poison, mighty angel. You do not know; my blessings and curses as a whale folk are very weak and lack offensive ability. So I was born to be a doctor. My blessing is called [Hundred Hands of Healing], able to reorganize the rules of substances, allowing me to quickly produce corresponding medicines based on my understanding of the principles of disease. My curse is called [Vital Sight], able to see through the structure and operation of beings, discovering where the harmful disease infests.
“For many beings, certain substances serve as both cure and deadly poison. After my wife was injured, I often wondered: can mythical beings also be poisoned? Hence I decided to experiment with creating such a drug, which is why I took on the trouble of going to the Tree Continent to treat the Elf King. Although he was close to death, his life tier provided me with many enlightening case studies, ultimately helping me to produce this drug.”
At that moment, far away, about two to three kilometers on a hillside, the real Gouwen manipulated the golden threads, the sounds of his voice replaying. His expression was neither surprised nor happy; he merely watched as countless deadly poisons slowly infiltrated the body of the angel before him.
The golden threads he could twist about were actually established by Fischer’s old friend; it’s just that Fischer himself was not from the ocean, hence he did not recognize it.
It was the only fluid substance handcrafted by Ramastia, and the fluid swords of the ocean in later generations were derived from its characteristics, allowing it to be regarded as the origin of fluid swords.
This fluid sword was given to Gouwen by Ramastia as a wedding gift for his marriage to Xu. Don’t ask why it was only given to Gouwen; it’s because Xu disliked Ramastia. Every time he babbled and disturbed her sleep, Xu often scolded him harshly, resulting in Ramastia feeling wronged and ignoring her. They hadn’t reconciled even during the marriage ceremony, and still hadn’t now.
For this moment, Gouwen had waited a full six and a half months. He meticulously devised a plan, just to wait for this moment.
In the distance, Sorobato had just attempted to move his body when he suddenly noticed a series of blue-purple hues breaking out over his body.
As mentioned previously, because mythical beings achieve ‘body-soul unity,’ they possess both properties. This causes all substances in the world to basically have no effect on them. The primary condition for a mythical being to be poisoned is: that the poison must be effective on both the body and the soul.
On that basis, various mythical beings differ in strength and the manifestation of their influence over rules, making whether a poison can be effective an extremely complex matter.
And what Sorobato never anticipated was that this whale folk living in the ocean could produce such a thing.
Why would there be such a blessing?!!
Is it merely because the other party is the favored lucky child of the god Ramastia, hence their luck is so good?!
That golden dagger concealed his aura, allowing his distant power to replicate via the golden threads.
Why would whale folk have such a thing?
Clearly, they have not reached mythical rank.
That potent poison spread a blue-purple hue across Sorobato’s body, slowly covering his robust muscles, while the dual pain of his soul and body became almost unbearable.
The winds around seemed to settle down bit by bit, turning into decorations under the sparse moonlight.
Sorobato hung his head low, streams of golden blood mixed with slight transparent bubbles flowing down.
The process of the poison’s onset was silent; any painful struggles seemed needless to the reflective mythical being at this moment.
“You and your wife are for a bunch of sea bugs.”
Sorobato gritted his teeth. In a place unseen by Gouwen, the golden blood trickling down inexplicably sprouted a little jet-blackness like a black hole.
Those originally terrifying poison bubbles appeared now against the backdrop of that black blood as if scores of blinking eyes were jumping.
“Sea bugs, eh, Sorobato the Angel, in reality, this poison is merely a half-finished product. Perhaps if your tier were a bit higher, close to sixteen or maybe even seventeen, or higher? Perhaps it wouldn’t kill you.”
“Too bad, you are not.”
In the distance, Gouwen’s calm voice followed the thread, drilling into Sorobato’s soul like heart-wrenching poison, making that trickle of black blood begin to boil as if subjected to high temperatures.
“.”
“Plop!”
Gouwen, seated on the ground, did not wait for a response; the revenge medicine he had poured his life’s work into began to ferment rapidly in this silence.
However, to be honest, this was indeed Gouwen’s first time doing something this wicked. As a doctor dedicated to healing, he likely would not have acted this way unless pushed to the extreme.
He seemed calm and collected, but the fact that the other party had not completely collapsed and lost consciousness made him uneasy; far away, he couldn’t activate his curse to assess the other’s condition.
Fortunately, after a moment, the sound of a definitive “plop” as the other party fell to the ground reassured him.
Gouwen finally let out a breath, leaning back against the mound of earth, his fingers gripping the golden threads had grown pale and stiff from strain, totally opposite from his usual calmness in healing.
After all, he hadn’t reached mythical rank. If it truly were a direct encounter, as the other party said, it would probably be over in a glance.
He rubbed his temples, quietly sighing,
“This is really troublesome; I truly am more suited to being a doctor than a killer.”
But before he could fully relax, the golden threads in his hand began to tremble rapidly. Looking down, he suddenly heard an extremely dense, boiling sound erupting as if water were coming to a boil from the fluid threads.
Gouwen’s expression froze slightly, and he looked back in disbelief, but after all, he had kept his distance from the battle site to be safe, so he saw nothing at this moment.
He only felt the winds around him becoming abruptly fiercer.
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