**Chapter 573: 51. Pisces**
Fisher has roughly identified several locations of the main gates to the dynasty. According to Emhart, there are also some teleportation gates built by demons in this world that can directly enter the dynasty, similar to the one deep within Snakehead Street in Saint Nali. It seems that Emhart relied on this method when he previously entered the Demon Dynasty and encountered Hela.
However, since he lost many pages in the dynasty, he is not quite sure of the specifics anymore.
But even if he did remember, those gates probably cannot be used anymore, including the one he had used before.
Are there any operational teleportation gates to the dynasty in this world?
Fisher certainly believes there are, but the situation is urgent. Unless luck is extraordinarily on his side to encounter one soon, it is better not to tempt fate with that method; it’s more prudent to search for the main gate of the dynasty.
Each of the ten gates has its own entry method, and the content on the scroll is vague. For example, the entry method for the “Lust Gate” is:
“Indulge in ecstasy, love flesh for a moment.”
Who knows what kind of entry method that is? It can’t seriously mean to go there and undress for a silver party as speculated by the Death Lord, right?
Moreover, the Lust Gate is located at the northern tip of the Southern Continent. Fisher does not want to traverse such a long distance. If he gets too far from the front line near the Southern Branch Mountain, he won’t be able to manage anything that happens there in a timely manner.
After contemplating, Fisher finally decided to enter the Demon Dynasty through the Competitive Gate.
The entry method for that gate is: “Defeat the unbeatable.”
Firstly, this gate is not far from the Southern Branch Mountain, only about a hundred kilometers away, and it’s a hundred kilometers east, not north, which is already outside the scope of the front line war. But Fisher can return quickly, creating a connection here.
Secondly, according to the scroll, the area of the Demon Dynasty accessed through the Competitive Gate is precisely where Eil’s main body sleeps.
It has been quite a while since he was last at Saint Nali. To be honest, Fisher actually still thinks about that sulfurous, lazy, and unexpectedly approachable Eil (in fact, he tends to think about all the ladies connected to him, just for reference).
Compared to a demon god, except when she descended at death’s door to battle Erwind, he feels she fits that identity more; at all other times, she feels more like an incredibly lazy and carefree big cat to Fisher.
The summoning method even incorporates catnip; he has no idea how the person who wrote that scroll summed up this summoning method.
At Saint Nali, she gave up the chance to annihilate Erwind in order to save her life, and although she handed over the death runes and her responsibility of hunting Erwind to him afterward, Fisher undoubtedly remembers that favor.
Lastly, another rather unlikely speculation is that he wants to try to get Eil’s help.
Even if what the Fate Lord said is true, and the two demon gods haven’t fully escaped the Mother’s seal, they are still indeed capable of moving about outside; thus, Fisher must still regard them as real Eighteenth Rank opponents.
On his side, apart from himself being a mythical being, he has no other mythical helpers; he needs someone to increase his chances of successfully seizing the base and restoring the seal.
Moreover, he is not yet completely clear about Hela’s attitude. If Hela is firmly against him interfering in the Apocalypse Prophecy, then in addition to the two demon gods, Fisher will also have to face a Nineteenth Rank angel who is closely related to him, significantly reducing his chances of success.
Of course, it’s too early to say all this. This is merely setting the tone for action.
Fisher discussed his opinion with the Death Lord, and he had no objections. Or rather, for him, as long as he can let him die, he has no other demands.
Moreover, the cost of a failed plan to him is negligible; if it can let him die, he would be glad.
Now the key is that Fisher must hurry. He doesn’t know when the time for the Apocalypse Prophecy will open. All he can do is try to absorb danger and resolve it before the front line war arrives, to avoid harming the two ladies of the Dragon Court.
Especially Raphael.
He wants to enter the Demon Dynasty and seize the base to alter the Mother’s seal before the human allied forces of the Red Dragon Court and Green Dragon Court officially go to war.
As dusk gradually darkens, Fisher takes the Death Lord back to the Dragon Court from the front line.
Originally, this guy didn’t have to come, but since the alcohol in his flask ran out, he needed to replenish some.
By the way, Fisher realizes that this guy does not eat or drink water. This process does cause discomfort; before reaching death, he is no different from ordinary humans—he feels tired, hungry, and sleepy.
However, once he dies, he instantly returns to a normal state.
According to him, this is his “state at the moment of losing death.” During that time, he feels no hunger, thirst, or fatigue, so whenever he feels uncomfortable, he just directly commits suicide like when he was previously parasitized by the Fate Lord to restore his state.
But the only things he cannot let go of are alcoholic beverages and cigarettes, which for him currently rank just below death in terms of importance.
“Snap.”
At this moment, in the fields outside the Dragon Court at dusk, the Death Lord, having replenished quite a bit of fine wine, hunched over his unusually tall body, following Fisher while observing him carry a large pile of oddly shaped materials, similar to crystals, spices, and the like.
He opened his coat and retrieved two cigarettes from a fully stocked inner pocket, handing one to Fisher, which he shook his head and refused.
With no other choice, the Death Lord lowered his head, picked up a match, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke, his expression turning curious as he commented to Fisher,
“How rare, encountering a non-smoking Nali gentleman like you is as precious as someone from Cardu not believing in the Mother.”
“I’ve quit.”
In reality, Fisher’s previous smoking habit was cultivated from researching and writing papers; each time he hit a mental block, he liked to do that. But now that he has been away from the Nali academic circle for a long time, of course, he no longer needs such things.
He wonders how things have been at the Nali Royal Academy Research Institute since he left. They probably have a more comfortable life.
Emhart peeks out from Fisher’s arms, looking at the Death Lord with dead fish eyes and explains,
“Of course, cigarettes cannot compare to a lady’s allure. I think this subhuman girl can’t quit now. Oh!”
Before he could finish, Fisher knocked his head.
The Death Lord chuckled. Taking a deep breath of cigarette smoke mixed with the sea breeze, after calming down for two seconds, he suddenly said,
“Speaking of ladies, that unknown subhuman young priestess who asked me to stay here seems to like you.”
The Death Lord was referring to Jasmine.
“…”
Fisher silently looked at him, with some confusion in his eyes, but soon, he heard him continue to explain,
“She should hold a significant position in this cursed place, especially during wartime; someone like her should be very busy. Yet when I mentioned I was here looking for you, she personally came to arrange a place for me to stay and should have personally gone to find you. You should know why she would come looking for you so early.”
Because she wants to see me.
Both of his students, Tang Ze and Jasmine, are like that, loving to do warm, unspoken things.
Fisher did not continue this topic, but instead, he quickened his pace,
“Let’s hurry up. We’ve got a lot to do.”
“Indeed, the air of war is quickly filling this place, sounding restless like a kettle about to boil. In the past, when my homeland was at war, a similar scent would arise. Soon, the scent of death will envelop the battlefield and take countless lives.”
The Death Lord is shrouded in the smoke of the cigarette Fisher lit, appearing somewhat unclear under the gradually darkening night. But at this moment, Fisher senses a slightly different chaotic aura from him than when in the Northern Region; he cannot help but ask,
“Have you still been reading the Death Completion Manual?”
“Mm, just passing time, learned a little.”
“I saw you were quite familiar with the matters of Fate before; did the Fate Lord teach you?”
“Just by daily exposure. Old people like to talk to themselves, especially beings that are neither fully human nor ghostly like that old immortal; it’s common for her to chat with herself and even argue. But to be honest, I prefer the Fate Completion Manual over the Death Completion Manual. Fate may tell me when I can die, but the Death Completion Manual only damn well keeps me further from death, so for all these years, I’ve been hoping that old immortal would die, and then I could get the Fate Completion Manual from her.”
“…”
“Enough about that; aren’t you supposed to meet some Chaos Race and ask about the president’s whereabouts? Do you need these materials?”
“Yes.”
Fisher glanced at the items in his hands; to be honest, he wasn’t very confident.
Because the core caster required for stellar magic is female, and Chaos Races seem to be similar to trolls in that they “invert yin and yang,” so they prefer human women as well.
Otherwise, after all these years, there would only be “sorceresses” and no “sorcerers.”
But after all, the method is universal. Even if he cannot become a sorceress due to being male, it should still attract the attention of the Chaos Race, which is his goal.
He and the Death Lord quickly arrived at a place near the Southern Branch Mountain in the northern part of the Red Dragon Court, where there were few people and it was high enough. Although the “stars” in the Spirit Realm do not have much relation to the stars in reality, standing higher might make him more noticeable.
“Do you need me to help with anything?”
“Just keep him away from me for now.”
He temporarily handed Emhart over to the Death Lord, but since he was reeking of alcohol, Emhart would rather fly than land on him.
And the Death Lord was comfortable, sitting on a tall tree, not even looking at Fisher, leisurely indulging in his drink.
Facing the breeze, Fisher took out the magic materials he brought one by one, crushed them empty-handed into powder, and scattered them on the ground, using magical carving to write out an oval shape.
This magical ring represents the “∞” symbol of the Spirit Realm.
The moon in the sky has gradually approached its zenith. As the moonlight brightens, the magic under Fisher’s feet begins to deepen.
The oval magic circle that originally lay on the stone surface starts to take shape in Fisher’s vision, rising as if it is swallowing his body bit by bit. Fisher remains still, surveying his surroundings, and suddenly notices that the space around him has begun to distort.
No, rather than the reality’s space warping, it is the space of the crevice that is distorting.
He feels the crevice as a collection of subconsciousness starting to thin visually, allowing the scenes of the Spirit Realm outside the crevice to become somewhat clearer. But just a bit. To Fisher, the Spirit Realm appears shrouded in a mist of crimson and purple.
But then, a small, bright dot starts to gradually approach from afar, like a shooting star; however, unlike the typical shooting star streaking across the sky, this star seems to be moving towards Fisher.
As that star drew closer, the next second, a massive hand, akin to five tentacles made of an unknown material fused together, “thuds” onto the edge of the mist.
Fisher furrowed his brows and looked up, only to then notice above the mist many “stars.” No, they should be eyes resembling stars.
They all come from the same existence.
At this moment, as he drew nearer, Fisher realized that those usual bustling “stars” in the Spirit Realm are actually just a small fraction of the Chaos Race, their true forms hidden in dark shadows, making them appear significantly larger.
And now, when magic ignites, a Chaos Race has truly responded to his call, appearing beside him.
Fisher took a deep breath, and then he felt strange sounds that seemed to come from the cosmos, which were vague, like trying to hear someone talking from ten meters underwater. Fortunately, the Chaos Race’s words directly conveyed to Fisher’s soul, so no translation was needed; he understood immediately.
He heard the unknown Chaos Race say,
“Scumbag.”
“…”
The wariness on Fisher’s face turned into a daze, but looking around again, that gigantic hand had already vanished, leaving behind countless pinpricks of compound eyes staring at Fisher.
From those bright eyes, Fisher saw no emotion; it was as if the ones watching him in the Spirit Realm were cold-hearted spectators, dispassionately surveying everything in this world.
Regarding his title, Fisher had no comment and instead asked in return,
“You know me?”
“.All of us. Know you. You and the authority. Are well acquainted.”
“What authority?”
“I say. Cannot reveal. His respectful name.”
Although Fisher’s guess was confirmed that his close relationship with Renee indeed made the Chaos Race recognize him, he thought that this “authority” should refer to the “Infinite Authority” represented by Renee.
But this Chaos Race said the Infinite Authority belongs to a certain “Him.”
What does this mean?
Isn’t the Infinite Authority owned by the Mother Goddess herself?
Or is it just that this guy’s words are so vague that they cause ambiguity?
Fisher suddenly became curious, so he hurriedly followed up with a question,
“Who does he refer to?”
“He.”
All the Chaos Race’s compound eyes flickered for a moment, then he said,
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t know?”
“Don’t know.”
“Is He referring to the Mother Goddess?”
“Don’t know.”
“You—”
Fisher wanted to ask more, but seeing the indifferent eyes observing him through the hazy mist, he seemed to foresee that the other party would not answer him again before he finished his question.
Fortunately, he hasn’t forgotten the purpose of calling upon the Chaos Race. So finally, he suddenly shifted the topic and asked,
“How should I address you?”
“Zodiac. Pisces.”
Fisher’s scalp tingled slightly because he recalled the scroll recorded by the phoenix he saw in the Northern Region.
Among the various records of a phoenix that had previously warred against the Chaos Race, many of the characteristics of the Chaos Race were documented, including their ranking.
The Chaos Race consists of five levels, ranging from lowest to highest: the Northern Celestial Seat, the Northern Celestial Arch, the Southern Celestial Seat, the Equatorial Seat, and the Zodiac Seat, corresponding to the reality’s Fifteenth to Nineteenth Ranks.
But it should be noted that the Chaos Race, due to lacking a physical body, is forced to form a body when entering reality, and thus their rank will actually diminish, meaning their true abilities are higher than ordinary ranks.
And the Chaos Race in front of him just so happens to be among the strongest individuals with the highest rank.
In the Spirit Realm, they are genuinely at the level of a demigod.
“Hello, Pisces. I apologize for the intrusion, but I have some questions I would like answered. However, there are few who can provide answers in reality, so I am seeking your help through the magic from the Mother Goddess’s source grimoire.”
“.Ask. Scumbag.”
Speaking of which, is it really necessary to emphasize this title so repetitively?
Fisher’s smile turned a bit stiff, but he could only force himself to continue,
“I want to know, is magic truly taught by the Mother Goddess to humanity? During the teaching process, did any part get lost? I wish to elevate the power of magic beyond the Mythical Rank; could you share the specific methods with me?”
Pisces stayed silent for a moment. Then, to Fisher’s astonished gaze, countless long tentacle-like hands suddenly reached out from the gray-purple mist, writhing in the fog, gradually outlining a vague shape.
That is the silhouette of a human female, and beside her, hangs a round, full moon-like existence.
At the sight of that human woman’s outline, Fisher immediately recognized who that person was,
“Asuka.”
But Pisces did not respond to his remark and instead began answering Fisher’s questions one by one,
“Yes, can.”
Corresponding to Fisher’s three questions.
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