Chapter 510: 127. Rainy Days
At this moment beyond the heavens, the enormous World Tree had completely isolated the universe from the ground. As a result, the angels residing in the Holy Realm, covered by the solar halo above, were unaware of the specific situation on the small Dragon Tail Island; they could only sense the powerful forces of two demigods manifesting on the planet’s surface.
Similarly, Gabriel and Emhart, outside the atmosphere, were in the same situation. However, unlike the other angels, the wise and observant archangel had her unique means.
After repeated pleas from the anxious Emhart, she placed a phantasmal eye, which hung at her back, in front of Emhart, allowing him to see the situation below through the power of the demigod in front of him.
Worried about Fisher, Emhart quickly aimed the single eye on the book cover at the phantasmal eye, and thus remained in Gabriel’s embrace while looking below.
He quickly saw the continuously collapsing ground, where the unleashed powers of chaos and death were being pressed together, being driven back under the surface of the ground by the forces of the demigods. From a distance, the fire columns and chaos that were rooting beneath the ground resembled a deadly tumor, gnawing into this world as a lethal threat.
Looking at the terrifying scene below, for some reason, the first term that sprang to Emhart’s mind was “Baemon.”
He suddenly recalled something he had seen in the library of Abyss Baemon; it seemed he had seen the structure of the “Dynasty” where demons resided. Just beneath that dynasty was the “Agares” guarded by “Bal.”
And the “Death Rune” that Fisher had previously held flowed from the hands of the Demon God Agares, something Emhart had known long ago, even if Fisher did not mention it.
But why couldn’t he reveal even a hint, just like he couldn’t disclose the secrets he had seen in Baemon’s residence?
The first reason was that when he was bullied by Baemon, he had inadvertently beaten out most of the knowledge he had secretly gained; the remaining bits, no matter what, could not be beaten out and were sealed off by the restraints left by Baemon.
“Yes, yes, Baemon…”
Emhart mumbled, wanting to say something, but the fear that surged from deep within him forced him to shut his mouth.
He suddenly recalled some vague fragments of memories, as if they belonged to a time before his amnesia.
Just as he had said earlier, he did not remember who created him or how he had drifted away from the Holy Realm. Even the holy spawns he revered only remained in his mind as an extremely vague impression. Otherwise, he would not have felt so disappointed when he truly met a holy spawn; in his eyes, only Gabriel was still deemed a good holy spawn.
Yet at this moment, a very vague fragment replayed in his mind, its specific significance unknown, seemingly from a time before his amnesia when he had drifted away from the Holy Realm.
The fragment contained minimal information; he only felt as if something was watching him.
It was a pair of smiling, blue-golden eyes, with arched brows, full of jest.
Clearly a common fragment, yet it filled Emhart with extreme terror; even though he was still embraced by Gabriel, he began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Haha…”
“Nob, Nob, what’s wrong with you?”
Gabriel, who had appeared very dazed just a moment ago, hurriedly looked down at Emhart with concern after sensing his fear, not understanding what was going on.
But Emhart, nearly collapsing, struggled to rise. The restraint that transcended time and space blocked him from speaking everything, but at least he managed to voice a few words.
“Mother… quickly… find Fisher. If he stays by Baemon’s side any longer, he will definitely be doomed. If he dies, I won’t live either, boohoo!”
Gabriel reached out to touch the book cover, then glanced down at the two demigods intervening on Dragon Continent.
“Obediently… Nob…”
Countless phantasmal eyes behind her began to sweep over Dragon Tail Island, as if a thousand sets of eyes were simultaneously focused on everything on the island. Soon, she spotted Fisher, who was in mid-air, continuously falling while cradling the heavily injured and fragile Hela in his arms.
He was frantically trying to extend the Fluid Sword in his hand, but it wasn’t just Fisher who was ravaged by chaos; not everyone could remain unscathed after experiencing the pollution of chaos like Fisher.
The Fluid Sword had already wilted, and Fisher’s physical condition was not optimistic. Earlier, in order to escape the range of the demigod’s attack, they had flown extremely high, unaware if David’s actions were retaliation for Fisher’s earlier rudeness or a last resort.
In short, Fisher’s current condition was indeed very dangerous.
In the universe, Gabriel, holding Emhart, remained motionless like a puppet. After a moment, she gently raised her right hand. At that moment, the countless eyes behind her began to shine brightly, signifying the power she was summoning.
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.”
In the vacuum of the universe, the waves caused by that power began to descend gradually. As it entered the atmosphere, it formed light sounds like raindrops hitting the ground.
Holding the completely unconscious Hela mid-air, Fisher clenched his teeth, watching the ravaged land below, unsure if a mythic rank being falling from such a height would result in trouble.
In any case, it would definitely hurt, right?
Just as he resolved to turn his back towards the ground, the extremely clear sounds suddenly reached his ears.
He looked around in surprise, only to find phantasmal eyes watching him. Then, he was enveloped by a gentle power that seemed to come from the heavens, penetrating through the residual waves of demigod power, gradually slowing Fisher’s rapid descent.
“Boom!”
That power lifted Fisher, who was supposed to fall again, into the air, sending them towards the Dragon Heart Continent, further north and away from Dragon Tail Island.
He looked around in disbelief, ultimately gazing at the sky behind them.
And behind them, the full-strength efforts of the two demigods finally bore fruit.
The scale of chaos that was rigorously suppressed by the two demigods visibly shrank, and the death connected to it below slowly pressed back into the earth, beginning to become calm.
Meanwhile, the power of the Heavenly Lock amidst the chaos began to exert its effects.
Chaos started to solidify bit by bit, being stripped away from its agitation. The destructive nature of chaos began to diminish; the life force brewing from those fire columns could sense this change.
As the power of chaos began to wane and exit this world, both the World Tree and the Dragon God could not help but feel joy; it meant their strategy had succeeded.
At this moment, both death and chaos fell silent, and only the fire columns, burning fiercely within the abyss that seemed to connect to the depths of the earth, signified the powerful life being born, whispering silently of all that had once occurred here.
The Dragon God folded its wings and slowly descended to the ground, raising its gaze to meet the gaze of the golden giant eye in the center of the enormous tree above.
Though everything had calmed down, both the World Tree and the Dragon God held nothing but dissatisfaction towards each other in their eyes at that moment.
In the universe above, Emhart, slumped in Gabriel’s arms, sensed the terrifying forces below dissipating, finally recovering somewhat, but still looked weakly down, asking Gabriel,
“Mother, where did Fisher go?”
Gabriel did not speak but raised a phantasmal eye in front of his face, and that eye quickly revealed Fisher, moving away from the conflict, distancing himself from Dragon Tail Island and also from Emhart and Gabriel.
Emhart’s eyes widened a bit, and his previously weak body also straightened up. He turned to Gabriel and asked in confusion,
“Mother, why… why can’t we let Fisher come here? Or we could go to him; he’s in great danger, I must…”
In response to Emhart’s question, Gabriel, who usually answered everything, suddenly fell inexplicably silent, quietly staring at Emhart, making his voice grow weaker.
After a long while, Gabriel suddenly spoke,
“Nob… wants to go to Fisher’s side, but won’t come back.”
This was a declarative statement. Even in Gabriel’s monotonous tone, Emhart could hear the certainty and danger.
He opened his mouth, hesitating to respond, but deep down, he understood that Gabriel was right.
He wanted to return to Fisher’s side; he still wanted to follow Fisher into the future; he couldn’t stay with this grieving holy spawn forever.
Gabriel stared at him blankly, then tightly hugged him closer, pressing him against the gemstone formed from the corpse of her dead child.
Ignoring Emhart’s will, she turned and flew deep into the universe.
Not towards the Holy Realm, nor to any specific place, but to the “material boundary” created by the powerful life Ouyun, which was the depths of the universe, the edge of this world.
“Wait! Mother, where are you taking me?! Wait!”
“Nob, don’t leave your mother. Be good, Nob.”
Soon, Gabriel transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the depths of space.
“The sound of rain…”
“Drip-drip.”
“Tap-tap.”
Time slowly flowed. At this moment, Dragon Heart Continent lay in peace, as if the catastrophe that occurred days ago at the southern end of this place never happened. It was understandable; on the Dragon Continent, with no unified structure and no connections, the lights of civilization flickered like weak stars, scattered in the primal darkness, connected by the law of the jungle.
Therefore, for the humans living on Dragon Heart Continent, there was certainly no one who would come from afar to inform them of the events happening in the distant south.
Or even if they did know, it would hold little significance. They still had to hunt, being careful of being targeted by other dangerous high-ranking subhuman hunters, living lives where they tied their heads to their belts.
It rained again today, turning a small human settlement, too tiny to be called a settlement, into a scene of unusual noise.
Several houses built from trees formed a small circle, creating a small square. In the square, three simple wooden boards stood upright on the ground. The leftmost board was inserted into beast bones, signifying food and competition at the humanoid rank; the middle board was inserted into a human skull, symbolizing the pure death brought by the extraordinary rank; the rightmost board was inserted into various offerings, representing the irresistible myth.
At this moment, all humans in the settlement were extremely quiet, crammed in their own houses, cautiously watching the chief’s house from a distance. Even the house’s owner, the human chief, stood outside, gazing that way.
The reason was simple; a few days ago, two guests had arrived in their settlement.
Terrifying guests, no… gods.
“Squeak.”
At this time, against the heavy rain, the door opened unexpectedly. Before the figures inside could be seen, the humans outside all knelt in unison, fearing to anger these distant gods, wiping out their entire kin.
“Lord God, good afternoon. Please allow us to extend our most sincere greetings. Your magnificent form is like the claws of the Lamakrira beast, so…”
“Alright, go rest. No need to be so fearful; I’ll prepare food for the evening.”
“Thank you for your graciousness, Lord God!”
Facing the gratitude of these “ancient humans,” Fisher’s face slowly revealed a hint of speechlessness.
Yes, the “god” who had come to this place days ago was Fisher and Hela, sent here by Gabriel. Fisher had originally wanted to find a quieter place to rest, but Hela wanted to stay, saying that had a bit of noise would help her recover from her injuries.
What kind of absurd reasoning was that?
Although those humans had no room for refusal in front of the two extremely high-ranked beings, even though Fisher looked just like them; however, after the first day when Fisher carried back game that would take them a month to catch, this stay turned into a two-way street.
After sending off the people outside, Fisher returned to the room, his expression not looking good, as Hela’s condition in the room was still not optimistic.
At this moment, she lay on several layers of animal skins, looking extremely weak while smiling at Fisher. When Fisher saw her kick aside the blanket next to her, he couldn’t help but reach out to cover her with it again.
“Whether to cover up such things makes no difference to mythical beings. Instead of covering me, it would be better to look better, right~”
Fisher’s hand holding the blanket froze slightly, then he glanced at her, and his expression dissipated.
“At that time, I was sent here by some force, and now I can’t contact anyone. I don’t know how Tang Ze, Mikhail, and Gouwen are doing. Moreover, Pandora has caused such a big blunder, with many elves dying, even provoking the World Tree and the Dragon God; this matter isn’t going to end easily. You…”
Before he could finish speaking, Hela pretended not to hear, pale-faced, and closed her eyes, looking as if she was about to faint.
Initially, Fisher, who was quite worried about her condition, would stop breathing for a moment, but after two to three days passed, he realized that while her health was currently poor, generally speaking, she was just acting, wanting to avoid listening to him discuss these matters.
Fisher stared at her in silence for a long time before finally conceding, sighed, and said,
“I must say, I admire you. You almost died there; do you know that? You’re so relaxed, yet pretending nothing happened; your heart is truly broad.”
Upon hearing Fisher change the subject, she immediately opened her eyes and stopped pretending. She simply smiled and turned slightly to the side, her chaotic threads no longer spreading but showing no sign of retreat, just lingering on her, making Fisher unable to help but fixate his gaze.
She turned slightly, her blue-golden scattered eyes hidden beneath her golden bangs, gently speaking,
“Because, rather than this, isn’t it better for us to be together instead of thinking about those things? Besides, I’m still not dead, right? You jumped down so bravely to save me back then; although it was painful then, the memory is very clear to me. I will never, ever forget it.”
She exhaled softly, gazing at him with watery eyes, causing Fisher to momentarily daze.
“It was just a moment of impulse.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really, I’m a bit regretting it now.”
Hela smiled, not responding, as if aiming to completely see through his little worries.
Perhaps fearing he would be seen through, Fisher changed the subject again.
“Speaking of which, that chaotic sea poses such a great threat to all other life forms. Even those transferors who are highly compatible with chaos cannot withstand it. So why… when I jumped in personally, did I emerge unscathed? And you seem to be alright too.”
Fisher looked at Hela in front of him. She just pouted, shaking her head, “I’m not sure. Do you have any clues?”
After a moment of silence, Fisher suddenly said, “Ch.”
“Ch? That elf?”
“Yeah, I met Ch before I advanced to mythic rank. She said that I was special because when I caused the chaos sealed within me to explode to save you in the Tree Continent, I still emerged unscathed. That’s why she took note of me again. This time is the same; I have come into such close contact with chaos, yet I am still fine. The reason might be that I truly possess some trait that neither I nor anyone else has ever noticed.”
Hela looked at the contemplative Fisher with a smile; his figure reflected in her scattering pupils. After a pause, she suddenly seemed to burst with inspiration, clapping her hands and saying,
“I got it!”
“… What did you figure out this time?”
“I know why I was corroded by chaos yet suffered no major harm!”
“… Why?”
As Hela sat up with some effort while saying “ouch,” she smiled, pointing at Fisher in front of her, saying,
“Because of you.”
“Because of me?”
“You forgot that night in the Ideal Nation when you gave me so much loving energy? Boohoo!”
Before she could finish her sentence, Fisher covered her mouth with a dark expression. For her, who was now weak, she had no strength to resist, and simply fell victim to Fisher’s antics.
“Stop talking nonsense.”
“Mmm.”
She innocently blinked her eyes at Fisher, indicating she was indeed rationally analyzing. Seeing her pitiful little eyes, Fisher couldn’t help but start to doubt himself.
Could it be that he really was that special, and could somehow share that uniqueness through some method?
Just then, as Fisher pondered, Hela’s loose white robe slipped slightly, revealing the horrifying appearance tainted by chaos on her body.
Just seeing that awful wound made Fisher feel heartache, so he gently released her mouth, slowly helping her lie back down.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked,
“You’re so smart; didn’t you suspect anything when Pandora and Remiel took you to that melt cave back then?”
Lying on the bed, Hela smiled at him and said,
“I did realize, but those two are at the Nineteen Rank; even if I noticed, there was nothing I could do. Plus, I held a bit of luck, so… and back then, weren’t you expelling death? Hmm, in retrospect, it seems alright, right?”
At that moment, Fisher suddenly recalled Hela lifting the Holy Grail while lying in the chaotic ocean.
Perhaps like her, that scene from back then would also not be forgotten by him?
He didn’t say anything, just squeezed her hand.
Hela, unable to resist, allowed him to do so and only spoke to him,
“Fisher, I want to rest.”
Fisher lowered his head to look at her, only to see she had smiled and closed her eyes, looking towards her.
He knew what Hela meant by “wanting to rest,” so after a moment of silence, he also turned his body, holding Hela’s icy body in his arms.
After being hugged by Fisher, whether it was an illusion or not, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the crown on her head had suddenly brightened a little.
She had no extra strength, just softly leaned against him, relying on him, letting only her head slightly move to rub against him, seemingly expressing her comfort.
Yes, for the past few days, she had been resting close to Fisher.
Fisher didn’t want to rest and kept his eyes wide open, gently stroking her back and hair, observing her peaceful sleeping face.
In the midst of this silent observation, Fisher opened his mouth again,
“Next time, don’t do that again.”
“Don’t do what?”
Hela yawned, responding as if she were a cat.
“The kind of dangerous adventure from before.”
“Why?”
“Perhaps because I’m being greedy, prepared for various dangers; thus, even if something were to happen to me, I wouldn’t care. But for you…”
“Rest assured, my dear.”
Hela suddenly interrupted Fisher’s words, her lazily opened blue-golden scattered eyes sparkling sincerely as she said,
“Even if this world perishes, you will be fine.”
“…”
Fisher froze slightly, then glanced at her wounds all over her body before reaching out and giving her a gentle flick on the forehead.
“Ow, that hurts~”
“Such arrogance; you should change that habit soon.”
“Sure, sure.”
“My~ dear~”
The rain outside fell like a difficult-to-express song, expressing its unknown joy.
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