Chapter 606: 84. Awakening
“Why not go for it, Eil?”
In response to Barbatos’ inquiry, Eil resolutely rejected it, shaking her head before saying, “Compared to that so-called Dragon Race, Baemon is nothing but a thorn in my side. Just the thought of following her wishes makes me uneasy. Additionally, it’s quite surprising that you all would so blindly trust Baemon’s nonsense.”
“She didn’t really set you free; she merely used the Base formed by the Northern Region Phoenix’s Spirit Realm pollution to temporarily break you out of that pseudo-deity’s seal. Essentially, you never escaped from your cage to begin with, not to mention that supposedly blessed Fei. She is using you to accomplish certain objectives, and you were sold out while helping her scheme, thinking this would convince me?”
The same words spoken by Fisher left Barbatos and Ag in disbelief, but hearing it from Eil made them fall into brief contemplation.
Fisher, who was behind them, clutching his injured body, slowly sat up. He looked down at the blood in his hands, feeling his wounds healing rapidly while the whispers in his ears grew stronger.
Yet, he forced himself to rise and walked to Eil’s side, confronting the two Demon Gods, while keeping his attention fixated on the space behind them – the domain within the Competitive Gate.
He was waiting for Jasmine and the Death Lord to hurry and break the seal of Hela’s Base.
After pondering for a moment, Ag shook her head and quickly smiled, saying, “It sounds very serious, but I think Eil, you might be deceived by this silver-tongued human in front of you?”
“?!”
Ignoring Eil’s doubt, Ag stepped forward, extending her fist towards Eil. Her eyes, hidden behind glasses, seemed to exude fiery intensity.
“We do know that Baemon released us using the Base, and we understand she might be using us to accomplish something, but we can confirm that the breaking of our seals was fully done by Baemon. You should know my adaptability to new powers is quite strong, which is why I quickly grasped the chaotic powers of that lunatic Peach. Thus, I’ve done extensive research on the seals placed by that pseudo-deity.”
“I’m now certain that the seals on Baemon and I have completely vanished, meaning we are now entirely free.”
With that, Ag smirked derisively, raising her hand to point at Fisher beside Eil, then continued, “The Base’s power is still incomplete, which is why it could only release the two of us. That’s why we need the Dragon Race’s blessing comparable to a True God’s to liberate our entire race. Eil, this human is just at the end of his rope, fabricating lies to gain your support. He has a close relationship with Baemon and certainly knows how to provoke your competitive nature, so he came to you with Baemon’s mark, wanting you to fight her for him. He hasn’t thought of you at all; he’s only ever cared about that Dragon girl of his.”
“I ask you, if you help him like this, what’s our final outcome? He is a human, a usurper living in the era of myth’s decay. Without us, he could easily use the chaotic mythic powers here to pursue whatever he wants. In your current state of soul separation, what can you accomplish? I am your friend; I am the one who wants to help you break free from your cage. What would you want to do then?”
“Don’t say this crafty man has now tricked you, which I have seen through; even if you still love him then, I would still be willing to help you contend with Baemon. The women by his side, apart from Baemon and that Destruction Goddess’s daughter, need a little attention, but that Destruction Goddess is currently hiding underwater, surely still recovering from past injuries. When we rise as a whole race, what can she do? At that time, I will tie him up for you and let you play with him every day!”
Barbatos glanced at Ag, unsure if he wanted to say “don’t drag me into your boasting.” That Destruction Goddess is simply not going out to sea, not dead.
Fisher blinked, puzzled as to why Ag would assume such extreme malice towards him.
Though they were enemies, they shouldn’t have seen much of each other, so how come in Ag’s words, Fisher was depicted as a scumbag womanizer using women at all costs?
But now was not the time to care about his reputation or contest Ag’s slander. What truly concerned him was Ag’s statement about “they really escaped from their seals.”
This information was shared with Fisher by Fate Lord, who has an exceptional understanding of the Mother’s powers; thus, when she said the Base couldn’t help them escape the seal, she was extremely confident.
The chance of her deceiving Fisher was minimal. Her relationship with Tang Zeming Asuka was significant, and she already knew about Fisher’s link to Tang Zeming Asuka, even needing him to help find her. How could she say something ambiguous and misleading at this moment?
Then, could she, a first-generation Trans, who was from the same era as Tang Zeming Asuka, make a misjudgment about the Mother’s seals and still be alive to this day?
Eil frowned upon hearing this, looking at Ag and saying, “We both know that the Mother’s seal was placed upon all of us; how is it said that you two escaped while we are still sealed?”
“But that’s the truth, Eil. Both the Base and the seals come from different chaotic powers. You know that chaos can repel chaos; perhaps the Base can disrupt the rules of that pseudo-deity’s seal, right? If it wasn’t for the Base, do you think it was Baemon? Does she have the ability to transcend the True God’s power and rules, single-handedly extracting the two of us?”
Eil closed her mouth, certainly not blindly trusting Ag’s evaluation of Fisher. She wanted to believe that Fisher’s words were true, but at this moment, this conversation indicated that their negotiations had already collapsed.
Fisher let out a sigh, internally contemplating the worst possible outcome, which is the truth in their claims.
Simultaneously, he looked at the two Demon Gods before him and asked, “I understand now; your original plan was to use the chaos within me to seize the blessings related to the Dragon God from Raphael, to release the demons. According to you, after this, Raphael will die, right?”
“What, now you’ve changed your mind? Good, then let’s go see her. You have so many women, losing one won’t matter, right?”
“…”
Fisher narrowed his eyes dangerously, something unseen appeared to be writhing beneath his blood-soaked clothing, only feeling the chaotic aura within him continuously expanding.
He looked towards Eil, who muttered, “I hope that seemingly not-so-smart whale girl can adapt quickly.”
“So, are you still resisting?”
“Ah, do you have an opinion?”
Ag adjusted her glasses, then smiled helplessly, shaking her head, “Eil, you really have changed quite a bit.”
“Indeed, but you are still the same. Therefore, you cannot understand why I have to keep sleeping or why I must overcome my nature. Because you never cared about other existences. To satisfy your nature, you even dared to pull a butcher’s knife on Peach, who burdens the entire race, willing to experiment with countless lives for the knowledge in your head because at that time, we all indulged in our fall, dragging our entire race into that war, resulting in our current situation.”
“…”
Ag listened but made no response. Perhaps she, as a demon accustomed to indulging her nature, inherently could not comprehend the necessity of “restraint.” So even if she was good at making friends, she still couldn’t truly enter their hearts.
Barbatos understood Eil’s words in this way, but he was trying to save Cidi from that eternal cage, so he said nothing else, simply asking, “By the way, has Cidi awakened? Was he just with you?”
“Rest assured, your partner didn’t help us; I threatened him to keep you out. He didn’t want to get involved; after it’s done, you will see him.”
Barbatos nodded in satisfaction, saying, “Thank you,” then abruptly raised the longbow in his hands. In an instant, an arrow as swift as wind appeared on the bowstring, covered in teleportation runes.
He was taking down one of Cidi’s teleportation gates to use it now.
“Swish!”
As the arrow shot out, it suddenly shot into the air, embedding itself into the stone wall, as a space rift wrapped in a wild wind gradually tore open, revealing the gray sky obscured by a curtain of rain.
“Kill!”
“Boom!”
“Quick, what is that?”
“A storm is brewing!!”
Outside, the Human Allied Forces were launching a full-scale attack on the Southern Branch Mountain’s Red Dragon Court, but clearly, both Barbatos and Ag were indifferent to this war. They only hoped that the current chaos would grow because that Dragon Queen would have to personally lead the charge.
The fierce winds howling out from the ground finally erupted upon leaving the teleportation gate, instantly splitting into countless tendrils that ripped apart both sides’ formations, transforming the battlefield into hell.
After doing all of this, Barbatos expressionlessly looked at Eil and Fisher, saying to Ag, “The teleportation gate is open now; just take him to that Dragon.”
“…”
Two Eighteenth Ranks versus a Fourteenth and a Fifteenth Rank; even though the chaos on Fisher was growing stronger, they still gave it no thought.
Raphael was doomed today.
“Quick, quick!”
Simultaneously, inside Baemon’s palace, feeling the tremors from the battle above, Emhart was so anxious he wished he could grow hands and feet to personally help Jasmine and the Death Lord break that damn barrier.
Baemon! You truly are…
You should die a thousand times, and it’s still not enough!
He cursed Baemon inwardly, not understanding why she had designed the barrier to be so thick, but in the next second, under the full force of Jasmine and the Death Lord, the barrier’s surface had more and more cracks, with increasing red light spilling out.
“They’re coming out! Quick, quickly seal those two Demon Gods! Otherwise, Fisher and the others…”
Emhart excitedly flew toward the slightly fading barrier, watching as the strange red glow began floating up from beneath. In that moment, everyone present seemed to hear an unknown whisper, as if some terrifying power had set its sights on them.
The Death Lord and Jasmine’s faces were both paled, but hearing Emhart’s reminder, the Death Lord shook off her groggy state, rushing to ensure the Base sealed those two demons back.
But in the next second, a question arose.
How exactly does this Base operate? It’s only just exposed; do we need to break it?
“What exactly do we need to do to make it seal those two Demon Gods?”
He turned to the ecstatic Emhart, who was unexpectedly stumped by the question. Even with the great Sir Book’s vast knowledge, he didn’t clarify the specific answer,
“I… I don’t know.”
“… I can try?”
At that moment, Jasmine, however, stared blankly at the crimson Base in front of her, then quickly added, “I feel like this Base wants to… tell me something.”
“Huh? Don’t listen to nonsense! If Fisher comes back and finds you turned into a lump of meat by the Base, I can’t explain that!”
But Jasmine had no time to hesitate; in the next moment, she gritted her teeth and decisively reached out her hand to touch the Base.
In an instant, an indescribable feeling of pain, coldness, and loneliness surged over Jasmine’s heart.
“Fisher, teacher…”
For a moment, she couldn’t tell if she was calling out to him in her head or actually vocalizing it because, upon contact, her consciousness was pulled in, feeling its immense power.
Jasmine’s Magical Circuit lit up in an instant, pulling the crimson Base closer like a guiding beacon, and simultaneously, she felt its influence.
“No, no…”
But after gaining temporary control of the Base, Jasmine’s expression turned increasingly pale as she opened her eyes, incredulously staring at the Base in her hand, whispering, “I… I don’t feel it taking effect.”
“Not taking effect? What does that mean? Does it mean this Base is fake, and it can’t stop us?”
“No, no, it’s not Sir Book! Its power is indeed formidable and can temporarily lift the Mother’s seal, just as we previously suspected… but what I mean is, I don’t feel it removing the seal of any existing entity; it hasn’t connected with anything, and I can’t feel Ag and Barbatos’s seals still exist.”
Jasmine’s grip on the Base grew colder and shakier, while the Death Lord and Emhart’s pupils widened, clearly understanding Jasmine’s implication,
“So that means…”
“That means Barbatos and Ag have genuinely escaped from the Mother’s seal, and the Base cannot seal them back in, but I don’t know how they did it. I…”
Emhart’s eyes widened, collapsing to the ground as though struck by lightning, as if the golden light enveloping the entire book had dimmed,
“It’s over… it’s over, Baemon, you scoundrel!… Ah, so this was your trap, using such vicious schemes to… Fisher! What do I do without you? Two Eighteenth Ranks have escaped; once they go, isn’t it like a meat bun thrown to a dog? There won’t be a single scrap left of us!”
“Aaah! Baemon! You deserve to die! Give me back Fisher!! Baemon, wuwuwu!”
The Death Lord frowned, feeling the increasingly agitated power above and worrying for Fisher and Eil.
Meanwhile, Jasmine understood that the situation was urgent; she closed her eyes, trembling all over like a sieve. But the next moment, a thought suddenly struck her, and she quickly spoke up,
“Wait, maybe there’s still a chance.”
“There’s no chance! Wuwuwu, Fisher has definitely been caught by Baemon! No, ah, ah, ah, Fisher!”
Ignoring Emhart’s breakdown, Jasmine’s awareness continued to sink deeper with the Base, its power sweeping over everything within the dynasty, gradually spreading out, reaching the area of the Competitive Gate.
At the edge of the Competitive Gate, stood the castle where the demon Eil resided.
“Eil, Demon God… I can only entrust this to you now.”
Jasmine gritted her teeth, pouring the Base’s power into the place she sensed.
At that moment, within the region of the Competitive Gate, everything seemed to be dyed in a layer of crimson. Beneath that crimson taint, countless “∞” symbols were slowly reducing on the surface of the magma, indicating that some entity they were binding was starting to struggle.
Inside Eil’s castle, amidst the eerie silence, warmth and blazing light began to cover the once cold ground and bed like a spark catching flame.
The armor and weapons that had already shattered and hung on the wall and racks began to move uncontrollably, and before them, the originally small fire pillar, as thin as a string, began to dance.
It swayed and howled until the light grew ever stronger, until the flames surged on high, illuminating everything in the castle.
“Gu la!”
“Hu la!”
Inside the Competitive Gate, countless little demons uncontrollably tore into each other, apparently unaware of why, just using their sharpest claws to attack one another, splattering blood across the rocky ground and into the magma.
The crisp sound of blood hitting the ground, the hissing of steam from evaporating in the magma, alongside the howling of battle, stirred the ever-expanding fire pillar little by little, awakening it.
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