Chapter 507: 124. Joy
Fisher rushed back towards the stone tower, ignoring everything, running against the terrifying tremors of the ground and the endless surge of black chaotic substances. A thin layer of cold sweat unconsciously appeared on his forehead. Behind him, the immense World Tree in the sky pressed down on Fisher’s heart like an oppressive copper wall.
Caught between this front and back siege, Fisher’s rationality constantly reminded him that such a turn back was extremely foolish.
Anyone who wasn’t a fool knew that as a demigod entrusted with heavy responsibilities by the gods, the World Tree would never sit idly by while things happened here. Moreover, this was the territory of the Dragon God; what he might face later was not just the World Tree.
The wisest choice, of course, was to take Mikhail’s mechanism to leave now, before the demigods took action.
But Fisher couldn’t do that because that angel was still beneath the ground. Moreover, if Fisher wasn’t mistaken, the death authority hadn’t settled down yet, and chaos had erupted; the root cause of all this was related to Pandora.
Hela was likely in danger, and he couldn’t just leave her behind.
The thought of Hela possibly dying made Fisher’s heart tighten suddenly, just as he had previously worried, fearing she might turn to ashes in the upcoming great wars.
In any case, the death that clung to him had yet to be dispelled; even if he left now, he wouldn’t live long.
No matter what, he had to rescue that angel.
He gritted his teeth and leapt nimbly and precisely among the ruins of the building, trying to avoid getting too close to the increasing amount of black chaotic matter below.
The reason for the formation of that black substance was unknown, its origin was unclear, and its specific nature couldn’t be described. He simply felt that this thing had fluid-like properties, filled with an indescribably terrifying aura, giving him an extremely ominous feeling.
At this moment, just seeing that chaos made his brain swell; he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he went down to touch it.
As Fisher approached the stone tower, he discovered that a passage leading to an underground space had suddenly appeared at its base. The relentless black substance was flowing out from that narrow passage and had almost completely filled it.
He narrowed his eyes, and a decision quickly formed in his mind.
He raised his Fluid Sword and leapt over the narrow entrance of the passage, then lifted his weapon on the ground that had not yet been submerged by the black substance.
The power of the mythical rank went all out; the next moment, the Fluid Sword had transformed into a gigantic silver hammer, crashing down towards the ground like a meteor.
“Boom!”
In an instant, with a loud explosion, the ground ahead cracked and collapsed under the enormous force unleashed.
As stones fell, Fisher steadied himself on a larger fragment of rock that fell downwards.
“Glug glug!!”
“Boom boom!”
Thus, the vast cavernous space below was instantly brought into his view. At the same time, he also saw a surging wave of black chaos below and flickering flames hidden beneath that black tide.
As Fisher descended on the fragment of rock, he was instantly engulfed by the thick chaos and the death authority that rushed toward him.
This was the center of the Ideal Nation polluted by chaos, and it was right above the death authority. The buffs were all stacked high, especially since death was already pursuing Fisher.
In this center of death and chaos, the feeling of being chased by death gradually turned into oppression. The awakening death authority was no less powerful than the “infinity” authority left by Renee on him.
As death slowly overwhelmed Renee’s power, he painfully covered his heart and knelt on the stone, letting the stone fall into the black ocean, which then floated eerily.
But he ignored the death gradually consuming him, nor did he pay attention to the increasingly rampant murmurs in his ears; he stared around with bloodshot eyes and shouted,
“Hela!! Where are you!?”
“Hela!!”
“Hela!!”
The darkness seemed to want to swallow Fisher’s voice; there was no one to respond, as if that bad angel had already been devoured by darkness and lost her life…
But Fisher could not accept this outcome!
He raised the Fluid Sword, sitting on the stone, shaping it into the form of an oar, trying to navigate in the chaotic ocean. Yet, as soon as he plunged the Fluid Sword into the darkness, an extremely cold and terrifying feeling surged through the sword, connecting to his soul.
In an instant, he painfully bit down on his teeth, feeling as if his soul, fused with his body, had turned into a black hole, devouring the endless chaos…
But he didn’t give up; he kept sliding through the dark ocean, searching for the angel’s trace,
“Hela!!”
The darkness continued to invade his soul, deforming it, and his body began to change as well. The flickering ∞ symbol seemed like a myriad of eyes looking around, symbolizing the madness he was gradually stepping into.
Yet just in this seemingly hopeless search, Fisher’s peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimmer in the darkness.
He paused slightly, then looked more closely and saw that in the deeper darkness of the cavern, something glimmered like a crown emitting a faint light!
“Hela!”
He gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to move towards the center of the richer chaos, but halfway there, his soul suddenly felt an intense pain.
Fisher gasped, instinctively raising the Fluid Sword that had entered the darkness, only to be shocked to discover that it had nearly been eroded down to just the hilt by chaos.
The mercurial blade was desperately trying to regrow, but under the terrifying chaotic aura, no growth was effective.
Thus, in this raging ocean of darkness, Fisher came to a halt, just under a hundred meters from the crown’s position.
But at this distance, Fisher could vaguely see what was happening at the crown.
That was indeed Hela.
He saw that her lower body had completely been devoured by darkness, and black veins were creeping across her whole body, indicating that chaos was continuously eroding everything about her. Moreover, there were more horrifying and grotesque wounds on her.
A golden scar on her neck continuously bled out tainted blood; her left hand seemed petrified by some powerful force, entirely immobile, similar to the condition of those outside elves, likely the work of Pandora; and there were more arcs of electricity flickering across her, which were the root of her severe injuries.
She, already heavily wounded, was half-consumed by chaos. Her rank was not very high compared to other mythical beings, let alone in the current situation where even demigods were extremely wary of the chaotic outbreak.
The glow of the crown atop her head was exceedingly dim, like a candle flickering in the wind, about to extinguish completely, far more severe than when she had been heavily wounded by the Duke of Peach in the Tree Continent.
“Hela!”
At Fisher’s anxious call from a distance, the barely alive Hela seemed to faintly hear his voice.
She struggled to open her eyes a bit, as if a window had opened a small crack; through that small opening, she strained to see the person outside,
“F-Fisher…”
“What happened here? Wait for me; I’m coming right now…”
“Don’t… don’t come over… I’ve already been tainted by chaos…”
Hela coughed once, but her body was dragged down further by the darkness, and she painfully moaned, the chaotic black veins increasing on her body.
She gazed at Fisher in the distance, gritted her teeth, and with all her might, raised her right hand,
“Pandora… wants you to keep the mark… she… cough cough… knows your plan to borrow the Holy Grail… She betrayed the Great God, wanting to use the power of chaos to pair with the Holy Grail and the Loom of Fate to enter the twentieth rank, creating her divine realm. I couldn’t stop them… but… chaos got out of control…
“I know… you want to use the Great God’s power to escape death… so… I snatched the Holy Grail… the Great God’s power is still there…”
In her right hand, she was holding a black Holy Grail that still exuded a trace of powerful energy. The dwindling energy within the Holy Grail, under Hela’s last desperate activation, transformed into a breath of demigod level.
Like a key, the rule of death that had been madly pursuing Fisher was overturned at that moment.
The death that had chased Fisher for so long finally dissipated.
But this was also the only thing that the remaining power in the Holy Grail could do.
As Hela used her last bit of strength to energize the Holy Grail, the glow of her entire body turned exceedingly dim again, the little power that could resist chaos completely fading, and in an instant, she slowly began to sink into the black ocean.
The Holy Grail she held fell weakly from her palm, dissipating as she inevitably sank, and in that destined demise, she suddenly exhaled a breath, her slightly opened eyes slowly closing.
But until the end, she still smiled at Fisher, whispering to him with a hint of regret,
“Fisher… no wonder… you haven’t seen me in the future… such a pity…”
“It’s okay… Cupid’s arrow… is still here…”
In the next second, her words were not finished when her entire being, still holding that final smile, slowly sank into the chaos.
The glow of the crown was nearly extinguished, and everything about that angel was about to be swallowed by chaos.
“Boom!”
The cave above began to collapse, and the World Tree erupted with an intense brightness like the sun, illuminating everything in the world with an extremely dazzling golden hue.
From the terrifying aura, it seemed the World Tree was even willing to destroy the entire Dragon Tail Island to stop the spread of chaos.
The pale sky and the dark ground at this moment, in Fisher’s eyes, made the entire world seem to consist of only black and white.
But in the agonized Fisher’s eyes, there was only Hela, continuously sinking in the darkness.
Perhaps Cupid, who controlled love, was indeed not a powerful angel; in the face of immediate danger, her power seemed so insignificant.
Yet, that arrow she left on him still remained, and clearly, that place still retained her warmth.
Fisher clutched his chest, and in that moment when his heart was about to stop completely, he seemed to feel that arrow, the one that was about to ignite and become as scorching as lava.
Even though he had completely shaken off death at this point, fulfilling his purpose of coming to this era, even though Hela’s death might truly be predetermined, just like his helplessness in wanting to change the outcome for Tang Ze…
But he did not want to regret.
If Hela truly died before him, he might really regret for a lifetime.
“What a joke!!”
In the next second, with a roar that seemed to want to separate these two colors, Fisher stepped forward with a fierce expression, shattering the stone beneath him with immense force.
Then, he leapt straight from the stone into the dark, profound ocean below.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
The black ocean below gradually parted before his furious aura, like bloodthirsty and agitated, opening its gaping maw towards him, and seemed to embrace him.
“Plop!!”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
The instant Fisher plunged into that profound darkness, it trembled like boiling water, and he felt an unprecedented, immense pain that he could no longer endure, howling in anguish.
Countless maddening whispers and the collapse of order permeated his fragile body into his soul, as it did to all other living beings, as if wanting to completely fill and color his soul.
But equally, the thought that Hela was enduring such torment at this moment made him even more anxious. So, no matter how much pain he was in, he exerted all his strength to swim toward the place where Hela was.
Such a process was difficult to describe; just staying in this environment for a second, any robust soul, any consciousness of life seemed to be swallowed by that black ocean, merging like a handful of water with the sea.
But with his eyes solely on the continuously sinking Hela, Fisher had no awareness that at this moment, he resembled a whirlpool in the dark ocean. As the confusion flowed endlessly into his soul and body, he nonetheless remained insatiable, absorbing the chaos around him like a black hole.
The ocean that treated everyone equally and intended to devour them all, for some reason, opened its secrets before Fisher’s soul.
“Buzz buzz buzz!!”
At this moment, in the outer and deeper world, that indistinct spirit realm flowing like a stream, passing through twinkling newborn stars, across the ruleless and shapeless river of consciousness, through the remnants of civilizations from unknown origins, in the depths of the spirit realm, seemingly at a junction connecting to somewhere outside, there faintly came a melodious song.
At this moment, the deity wrapped in golden light, hidden outside the current world and within the spirit realm, first noticed the song coming from beyond the spirit realm. Startled, its golden light grew even brighter, but to its surprise, the song appeared completely unaware of it, passing straight through this profoundness.
At this moment, the crevice also suddenly became restless, raising layers of solid barriers as if to block that song; yet everything seemed like bubbles before that song…
At this moment, that magnificent existence, which constantly hammered the stars and galaxies between the stars with its tremendous power, suddenly paused, as if it had also heard the song that made it tremble immensely.
Below it, the androgynous demigod, pale-faced, narrowed its eyes and solemnly gazed toward the outside world, the spirit realm.
In the next second, the ethereal giant wings behind the demigod slowly unfurled, and in an instant, it disappeared from the spot.
But what was that terrifying song singing about?
Even the gods did not know, yet they uniquely felt a pure joy from that song.
“Hela!!”
In the dark ocean, the continuously struggling Fisher could not feel his uniqueness nor the soul capable of carrying the endless ocean, nor the joy from that mysterious song from the outside…
At this moment, his brain was about to explode; he had no idea what state his shape and soul would be corroded into. His eyes were solely on the angel that kept sinking.
As Hela was about to submerge completely, he gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening as he reached forward desperately; in that moment, he finally grasped the radiant wrist of the angel with all his might.
He held Hela tightly.
In that instant, it felt like an illusion or a whisper had an effect; he suddenly heard a segment of a deep song singing something unknown, as if the body before him was the essence of that song.
“What a joke! How can you die?!”
But the madness in his mind was too overwhelming for him to discern.
The only thing he could do was pull her tightly into his embrace, locking her within his arms.
At this moment, his frenzied heart finally seemed to find a safe harbor, calming down a bit.
He trembled and held the angel in his arms, unwilling to let her go.
“F-Fisher…”
In his embrace, feeling his body warmth, Hela, barely conscious, opened her eyes slightly, seemingly confused, puzzled, and yet joyfully looking at the man who had come to rescue her at all costs.
But just after a moment, those emotions disappeared as her eyelids closed.
Fisher’s complexion was extremely pale; the sensation of chaos continuously surging into his body was an extremely painful process, while the whispers and madness in his ears drilled through his brain like a power drill.
He did not know when he would completely go mad, but before that, he had to bring Hela out.
Fisher held Hela tightly in his arms, narrowing his already blood-red eyes, gazing at the nine terrifying light spheres nearing above, like suns.
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