Chapter 485: 102. A Human
As Gouwen turned around to look at the murky night behind him, a restless night wind brushed across the sandy ground. Even from such a distance to the center of the battlefield, he could still feel the pain on his face, sharp as if it were cut by a knife.
His brows furrowed slightly as he gradually retracted his golden Fluid Sword, soon bringing it back close to him from afar.
At the same time, he noticed that the tip of the golden Fluid Sword seemed to be tainted with a bit of unknown pitch-black substance, which, mingled with the fragrant scent of angelic blood, emitted an extremely strong and pungent odor, causing Gouwen’s gaze to tremble involuntarily.
“What is this?”
At that moment, in his eyes, that hint of black substance was clearly mixed with treacherous poison he had created, yet, despite the poisoning, the substance maintained an extraordinarily high level of activity, bubbling like boiling water.
“Ah ah.”
Gouwen soon realized that these weren’t bubbles, for as the surface of that black substance repeatedly exploded and reformed, it quickly opened up a series of bizarre sights that looked like small mouths.
Sorobato, he is not dead?!
As the small mouths on the black substance continuously screeched and expanded towards Gouwen, he felt a chill rush over him and abruptly flung the blade in his hand away. The substance was not particularly sticky and flew out easily.
“Zzzzzz!”
However, after the black substance touched the ground, as soon as it contacted the sand, it emitted a piercing sound, like fingernails scratching a wall, and also like the violent vaporization of cold water splashed onto a hot stove. In that echoing noise, Gouwen seemed to faintly hear a voice, like an evil laugh or a murmur,
“Found you. Found you.”
“Whew whew whew!!”
The hoarse and grotesque black substance continuously shrieked, like some machine stirring wind, causing the night wind around Gouwen to grow more intense and terrifying.
And in the next moment, when he looked over in disbelief, he was stunned.
For beneath that black night, a figure, completely corroded by poison and struggling to run, was expanding within his line of sight.
The chaotic wind and the pressure of life level were secondary; what shocked Gouwen even more was the appearance of the other party at this moment.
That was a being that could not be called living, merely something in human form, entirely covered in thick black mud.
On the surface of that entity’s pitch-black mud, there continuously emerged shining scarlet holy objects, as well as various organs that popped up like bubbles.
Feminine breasts, hair, and masculine muscles and organs.
The face of Sorobato kept appearing, the expression on his face drastically different from the original lack of expression.
Rage, ecstasy, sorrow, jealousy…
And within that black mud, what finally appeared was a face, broken like shattered porcelain, resembling the original impression of Sorobato, but the eyes were now filled with a kind of “madness” in crimson.
“Do you think you can kill me?! A mere insect not of the mythical beings, with just you and your insane goddess wife? Don’t joke!!”
The substance referred to as “Sorobato” twisted slightly amidst extreme howling. At that moment, Gouwen keenly saw a holy object within the other party’s body, glowing red.
The holy object was curved like a black goat’s horn, radiating a nauseating sensation, yet mixed with the scent of a holy gospel…
It was not a failed product; Sorobato’s illicit forging of life holy objects had indeed produced results, he had succeeded, even if it was only one.
“I have completed it! Even Michael cannot equal me; they don’t understand what a great achievement this is! You will be the first to witness its greatness!”
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
As he spoke, the black goat-horned holy object in the center of the black mud suddenly erupted with crimson divine light. Along with Sorobato’s inherent energy, a windstorm once again forged towards Gouwen’s body.
Gouwen did not respond; he was enveloped in a chilling sensation and instinctively used all his strength to step back.
But as previously stated, his rank did not yet reach the mythical level; neither speed nor intensity could match the opponent’s strike.
“Boom!”
In the next second, the strong storm mixed with filth swept past, Gouwen desperately dodged yet was still too late, only able to watch as the blade-like wind grazed his body, leaving a trail of blood.
“Cough!”
Gouwen coughed heavily, rolling far across the broken earth, dragging the remnants of flesh into the nearly softened ground.
A trickle of fresh blood flowed down his forehead, yet even so, he still looked incredulously at the abominable life form that had already reached nearly a hundred meters away from him.
Was that Sorobato?
Shouldn’t that be the visage of an angel?
No. No way.
In the next second, at this extremely close distance, Gouwen finally activated his curse. With the assistance of his vivid perception, Gouwen’s gaze swiftly pierced the surface and saw the internal structure.
But it was better not to look; having looked, it almost made Gouwen vomit blood.
Veins of blood began to emerge in Gouwen’s eyes, and he instinctively covered his mouth in nausea, staring in a daze at the continuously writhing black angel, incredulously murmuring,
“This is… chaos?”
Indeed, what Gouwen sensed from Sorobato at this moment was not just the fearsome life-gospel holy object, but an unprecedented sense of chaos.
He could see that at this moment, any rules within the other party’s body were disintegrating, transforming into a force that Gouwen could neither analyze nor comprehend. He felt nothing but that deadly danger.
But why would this angel be tainted by chaos?
Gouwen was completely puzzled; logically speaking, he should have been dead from poisoning by now, yet that chaotic power was pulling him back to his feet…
From Gouwen’s perspective, the other party’s life seemed to be deconstructed at this moment, morphing into a form that Gouwen found difficult to identify.
“My holy object, my treasure, you saved me… So great, you had been so quiet before, I thought I had failed. I never expected to have succeeded in the end, my holy object.”
At this moment, within that black mud, Sorobato’s voice fluctuated between masculinity and femininity, sounding as if one person’s throat was roaming within his body, as though two beings were continuously vying for the right to speak.
“How could this happen? Does forging life holy objects get influenced by chaos?”
“Influence? No. No, no, no.”
Upon hearing Gouwen’s question from afar, the twisted face of broken Sorobato turned to look directly at Gouwen as if it had rotated ninety degrees, walking towards him step by step, explaining almost frantically,
“The main god forbids the forging of life gospels to favor the life He created, but if the gospel cannot be perfect, how can one reach the peak of forging? Moreover, once the rank of life has been forged, our levels have been fixed. The process of merging insects into harmonious way is only natural, you and your wife are even more so. How foolish, how narrow-minded.”
The black mud on Sorobato’s body continued to writhe, as if to prove the reasoning and logic behind it, appearing both frenzied and excited. But looking at this deformed version of Sorobato, Gouwen seemed to understand the main god’s reason for forbidding the investment of intelligent life in forging.
Forging life gospel holy objects would attract chaotic madness?
But why?
But now wasn’t the time to explore forging truths with the angel; he had to find a way to escape this predicament.
Gouwen suddenly regretted not calling Fisher over for help, even though he was a lecher, he was usually quite reliable when not being lewd.
Alright, to be honest, though Gouwen had developed a colored view towards this guy because of his future “daughter” whom he had never even seen, he was still a doctor, and he deeply understood the procreation issues this guy was constantly enduring.
By analogy, if he were facing this issue, he might be down underwater creating little whale folk with Xu every day, and probably even that wouldn’t be enough… So, to be realistic, Fisher might be suffering as well, not enjoying it?
But he was just a fourteenth rank being, yet to reach the mythical level, and the two of them combined wouldn’t be enough to contend with Sorobato.
Hindsight was useless; Gouwen shook his head and tossed all his thoughts aside. He was just a bit optimistic, thinking that if he ever had a daughter in the future, then this time it would be fine, but he couldn’t figure out how to escape from this chaos-tainted angel.
Wait, could it be that this time he really was going to die? How could Xu’s daughter come about?
As Gouwen thought and thought, his eyes reddened. He suddenly raised the golden Fluid Sword in his hand, setting aside his elegance from earlier, and shouted at the black mud Sorobato before him,
“Damn it, I’m going all out! If Xu wants a daughter, it must be with me!!”
“…”
Sorobato tilted his head; at this moment, despite having assurance of victory, he still didn’t understand what this whale folk was suddenly shouting about.
Could it be that he had gone mad out of despair??
But he was too lazy to waste time with this guy.
“The other angels have wasted so much time over these ten thousand years, each of them, the main god and the Heavenly Lock have spoken and regarded it as a norm. Not even one brave soul to forge such marvelous objects; a bunch of idiots… Whale folk, come and die, I am returning to the Holy Realm to tell them about my achievements, my unparalleled achievement!!”
Sorobato had nearly gone completely insane. In the next moment, countless tumultuous winds could no longer hold back, like wild horses breaking free, they plunged down from the sky.
“Boom!”
The terrifying power was nearly capable of piercing mountains and rivers, and the few kilometers close to the ocean felt cursed, crushed one after another by the power of mythical beings, becoming ravaged in silent grievance.
Gouwen did not retreat but pressed forward; although he wasn’t very skilled at fighting, his mind was extremely clear.
Not having enough rank meant not having enough; dodging was certainly not an option; rather than that, it was better to fight to the death.
He had seen clearly that the other party’s body was nearly completely dead; Sorobato was still alive solely because of the life gospel holy object within him. As long as he could destroy that thing, then he would likely…
“Buzz buzz buzz!!”
He lightly touched the ground, gripping the Fluid Sword and lunging forward to thrust keenly, the speeding blade carried by the ever-stretching Fluid Sword towards Sorobato.
But despairingly, in that raging wind, the force of Gouwen’s extended Fluid Sword was like a leaf falling onto the water’s surface, creating only ripples without any effect.
“I told you, insect, the moment I find your true body is your death without a burial…”
On the black mud, countless faces of Sorobato with different expressions spun continually, eventually placing an excited face at the forefront, staring directly at Gouwen, while countless winds sliced through Gouwen’s limbs.
“Pfft!”
“Come, whale folk, become my next prized creation!”
Sorobato’s shriek was followed closely by the binding black mud, and Gouwen, whose limbs had been severed, had no time to care about his pain. He quickly activated his blessing, turning the blood that gushed from his severed limbs into a hard, unknown substance.
“Thud!”
With an extremely dynamic noise, the barely severed limbs seemed to be reassembled back into place, though still hanging limply, appearing as if they had yet to fully recover.
Gouwen screamed in pain, but seizing this moment, his consciousness propelled the Fluid Sword to plunge fiercely into Sorobato’s black mud body, suddenly wrapping around the glowing life gospel holy object.
But in despair, the entangled life gospel holy object only emitted an exceedingly crisp sound, then suddenly flung his Fluid Sword away.
Bad!
With Gouwen hanging in mid-air, his face turned pale; if this last strike had no effect at all…
Xu, your husband is doomed!
“Life, ah, the gospel of life, let me hear your voice…”
Looking almost like a lump of black mud, Sorobato gazed madly at the whale folk who was being pulled closer, and as the polluted gentle wind and black mud wrapped him tighter, Sorobato seemed to enter the most concentrated state of forging he had ever had.
Angels excel at listening to the sound of materials; they select the most suitable sounds to incorporate into their equipment. Thus, this ability is referred to as [Gospel].
Theoretically speaking, Michael believed this is an echo of the fragments of authoritative rules found within the materials.
So, at this moment, what sound was Sorobato listening to?
“Ah, I heard it, I heard it…”
“Buzz buzz buzz…”
As piercing sounds came, Sorobato finally seemed to hear the echo he had been pleading for.
Hmm, that’s a… hmm? A male voice?
“You… die…”
Sorobato’s frenzied expression slightly froze, then he looked back in disbelief toward the direction it came from, as if the voice was originating from that direction.
And that direction happened to be the one Fisher had departed from earlier.
“What?”
Sorobato murmured in disbelief, but the next second, strange symbols suddenly appeared on his body.
They were inverted “8” symbols, which started large and grew smaller, continually emerging from his black mud body in almost a frenzied manner.
The symbols kept reorganizing within Sorobato’s body until they transformed into an unintelligible shape, resembling eyes with scattered spots.
“No… my treasure… where are you going… no…”
Upon sensing that power, the life gospel holy object at Sorobato’s center, resembling a black goat’s horn, suddenly wiggled and drilled out of his body, then flew toward that direction without looking back.
In that instant, everything Sorobato had devoted his life to left him without a backward glance.
Even the power sustaining his life vanished unnoticed, for at this moment, the overwhelming sense of grievance and confusion that felt like having a million green hats slipped on him eclipsed his fear of death.
“Why…”
As that life gospel holy object departed, Sorobato, whose body had already been eroded to the point of being hollow by Gouwen’s poison, finally faced collapse.
In his near-whispered murmurs, the demise of a mythical being came as suddenly as it did.
Everything about him turned to ash, leaving only a halo resembling a bulb that had lost power on the ground, alongside Gouwen, who had been bound.
At this moment, he was on the brink of death; the damage caused by Sorobato was secondary. More terrifying was that he continued to endure the erosion brought by chaos.
Lying on the ground, Gouwen was gradually consumed by chaos, his gaze flickering, his fingers, which were ceasing to resemble human shape, still gripping the golden blade engraved with his and his wife’s names…
“Xu…”
His chest gradually rose, just as his last breath was about to escape, a faint rustling sound suddenly came from the once-silent surroundings.
Then, in the dimness of Gouwen’s darkening vision, several figures, varying in height and build, slowly appeared in the distance.
A cool female voice spoke, seemingly transmitted directly into Gouwen’s mind.
“It seems to be over.”
“…Big sister, are we really going over there?”
Among them, the tallest figure shook his head. In the haziness, Gouwen saw a long elephant trunk swaying before him…
“No kidding, haven’t you ever heard a saying?”
At that moment, another female voice, from a figure Gouwen could not see, resonated from behind the others; the voice was melodious, carrying an indescribable sense of sunshine and warmth.
“What, big sister?”
The previously heard elephant person replied somewhat bluntly, and soon after, from behind those figures, Gouwen faintly saw a shorter figure emerge.
And it seemed to be a human.
She surveyed the terrifying battlefield before her and then said,
“The greater the storm, the more valuable the fish.”
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