Chapter 693: 171. All at This Moment
The breath of Heow continually expanded, and the law emanating from it spread in all directions as Heow released His power, finally taking the initiative to contact Elizabeth once again.
“Take that angel’s shadow down. Your power is no longer needed here.”
“.”
Pandora’s phantom instantly fell from the clouds, while Heow’s terrifying golden eyes quickly scanned Fisher, Duke of Peach, and Ashley. At the moment their throats surged, Heow’s law surged up and wrapped around them.
Strange, oily grime began to spread in all directions, encompassing all concepts within the crevice. Although it had already accumulated a mass of authority, it curiously posed no conflict with Dalasgon’s authority, rather, they complemented each other.
Heow looked in astonishment at the law extending from within His body and exclaimed,
“This is something that does not exist in the universe, only existing within this barrier; the Sea of Souls is the same. It is all because of you.”
However, Fisher did not look at the extending law around him; instead, he kept staring at Heow’s still writhing form. After a moment of silence, he softly addressed Duke of Peach and Ashley behind him:
“I can still feel my part within Him. If I can make contact with Him, I might be able to eliminate that part of me through the Chaotic Being.”
He had confirmed multiple times that the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast had buried a very precious quality within him. Heow had clearly realized this as well; the three divine incarnations merging in one without repelling each other was akin to his ability to read multiple Supplement Handbooks.
In other words, as long as the part maintaining the balance could be erased, the three gods before him would collapse.
In this desperate situation where the three divine incarnations manifested the law into semi-divine realms, this was the only point of victory.
Duke of Peach returned to her senses from her shock; having gone through the Myth War and seen the world, she recognized Fisher’s strategy, but still couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.
“The demigod rank, I’m afraid you won’t last a single encounter. Listen, little girl, our lives are originally fought for by Fisher. We can’t be precious right now; we have to fight for our lives. If we mess up again, it’s game over.”
Ashley pressed her lips tightly together and reached out to pull Tang Zeming Asuka’s staff from afar, handing it to Fisher.
Heow’s constantly writhing body stabilized. His fierce gaze completely disregarded Duke of Peach and Ashley, fixated on Fisher before him.
“As long as you are here, what ocean, what dream, what secret? They are all trash. I want to take you away; you belong to me!”
“Boom!!”
Heow moved with the law, and the filthy law of the entire crevice twisted and struggled, overwhelming Fisher and the others.
The final battle was imminent.
Fisher sneered, crossing the staff before him.
“Why don’t you care about your sister Heya, who has been betrayed by the gods?!”
A magical dream burst forth from his hand, and Ashley gritted her teeth, raising her palm. The Power of Destiny elongated the space infinitely, but under Heow’s semi-divine rank, with a speed like light, the space was torn apart by His massive power and devoured by the law of death.
The space was dead.
Destiny was dead.
The gods were about to step into the grave!!
“You understand nothing, you frog at the bottom of the well!!”
Heow’s twisted form tore the space apart, and the sky of the entire crevice was filled with golden knots. Ashley coughed up a mouthful of blood and whispered,
“I can’t hold on much longer!!”
The enormous dream magic in Fisher’s hand had already taken shape, and countless illusory scenes from the dream began to spread.
It wasn’t that the power of dream magic was strong enough to counter Heow; it was merely the inspiration he suddenly gained after the journey through the Spirit Realm.
Valentina said she saw the Crimson Mist, which puzzled Fisher greatly.
Fighting against Heow and the three Chaos beings was already enough trouble; could it be that the pollution from the Spirit Realm would interfere?
But before the battle, Fisher realized that the pollution from the Spirit Realm was mindless; it had been searching for something, thus continuously approaching reality.
It was searching for love.
The power of that dream kept expanding, presenting illusory scenes through the crevice, while Fisher’s memories were pulled out, projecting the past images of his companions in the Holy Realm into the Spirit Realm.
The visage of that innocent girl etching text on the prison of the Holy Realm, the image of her foolishly chased by Michael’s toys, her smiling face while learning magic.
Fisher brought everything from his memory as if announcing to the Spirit Realm that he was right here.
“.”
At this moment, the Crimson Mist in the Spirit Realm suddenly paused, swirling like a flowing river and began to veer toward that blue world wrapped in the crevice.
“Sir.”
A ethereal voice suddenly erupted in the Spirit Realm, but the voice was so abstract, so difficult to discern that even so, it made the twelve semi-divine Chaos beings’ bodies, which were striking at Dalasgon’s body, tremble slightly.
It had come.
“Boom!!”
The Crimson Mist struck violently against Dalasgon’s body, not as an attack, but more like a mindless attachment, as if it had opened a pair of hollow and lifeless eyes to peer inside.
Ashley and Heow were also slightly taken aback, inevitably looking up at the sky.
Although the pollution from the Spirit Realm still couldn’t enter reality, the dream magic blossoming in Fisher’s hand suddenly erupted with crimson hues due to its influence.
Gigantic, pale female arms blossomed within Fisher’s dream magic like lotuses, with some reaching a hundred meters and others only a meter or two. Those densely packed arms instantly opened their palms and, before Ashley’s horrified gaze, grabbed onto Fisher’s residual shadow as if squeezing and kneading it.
“Boom!!”
“Sir.”
“Asuka is truly Asuka.”
In the crevice above and below, terrifying pale hands interweaved, with immense and terrifying power piercing through each of Fisher’s shadows, just like a drowning person reaching for foam on the water surface, mistakenly believing that was the sun or the moon, only to grasp at phantoms.
Watching those enormous pale arms constantly grabbing at his residual shadows, Fisher gritted his teeth, his eyes slightly reddening, yet he couldn’t immerse himself in the anguish of Tang Zeming Asuka waiting for ten thousand years.
He only ruthlessly controlled the magic of dreams, projecting his residual images toward Heow.
Heow stared wide-eyed at the shadow charging toward Him; the next second, gigantic human palms surged like a dream to follow, attempting to grasp His shadow.
With a cold huff, Heow controlled the law and cut through the pale arms growing beside Him.
“Truly dreamlike, even without a soul, the resonance of authority can have such terrifying influence.”
Countless blood and viscera spilled forth, producing more seemingly endless hands, as even Heow’s semi-divine rank combined with the law momentarily stalled in midair.
But as the arms chasing Fisher’s phantom grabbed empty space repeatedly and were cut, that ethereal voice might still raise questions,
“Sir. Why.?”
Fisher’s eyes reddened, Ashley trembled all over, but he didn’t dare hesitate and could only shout angrily,
“Duke of Peach!! Now’s the time!!”
Duke of Peach’s petite body swiftly darted through the countless pale arms in the crevice, while Fisher rushed in from another direction, wielding the staff.
“Trash!! Die!!”
Duke of Peach suddenly grabbed the peach flower that bound her flying fairy bun, and then that peach flower continuously enlarged in her palm, blossoming to cover her entire being. Gritting her teeth, she flung it toward Heow.
Heow’s golden pupils glanced over; the flying peach flower began to wither, with death blooming on the flower like a malignant growth, nearly instantly turning to ash.
This was exactly what Duke of Peach hoped for.
In the Myth War, battles between demigods often changed in the blink of an eye, and with the Chaotic Being, she had employed all sorts of cunning schemes solely to protect her siblings.
At this moment, seeing the peach flower infused with the Power of Destiny about to wither, Duke of Peach slid down the enormous arm she stood on, then with all her strength kicked the back of the peach flower, using it to shield herself from the dive.
Countless arms had already grabbed Heow, but He twisted His contorted body violently, producing a deafening sonic boom as He faced Duke of Peach.
“You seek death, Elf!”
Duke of Peach chuckled, standing her ground against the massive force without flinching. Since time had to be bought, the longer, the better.
“Buzz!!”
The chaotic whirlwind stirred by Heow cut the surrounding female arms to shreds and scattered the peach flower petals, which carried all her power into disarray. The petals trembled slightly, revealing Valentina’s figure.
“Duke of Peach.”
Her expression changed slightly, and she did not stop her movements but felt an unexpected sense of regret.
That little Phoenix, if lost, would surely be consumed completely by that scoundrel.
Ah, I’m just an Elf who has died once; what’s the point of worrying about these things?
It was merely growing old, gaining distractions.
In the next second, just as Duke of Peach was about to confront Heow, Fisher, who had desperately surged towards Heow’s back, his face twisted in anger, struck first with a punch against Heow’s back.
Why was it so fast?
Duke of Peach was puzzled but overlooked one point.
Those enormous arms chasing Fisher’s phantom were so exaggerated; he himself was the main entity. Wherever he went, those arms would fly, and leveraging their growth’s immense power, Fisher directly broke through his rank’s limitations, actually reaching Heow’s back even faster than Duke of Peach, firmly making contact.
“Grumble!!”
The moment of contact, where Fisher touched Heow, His body began to wriggle frantically.
The power of the Chaotic Being tried to consume Fisher’s part, aiming to erase it completely, and Heow naturally understood Fisher’s intentions.
In a moment of panic, countless strong and forceful tendrils grew uncontrollably from Heow’s twisting body. Before Duke of Peach could react, her petite form let out a crisp cracking sound, and she helplessly fell along the many pale arms below.
Heow, however, paid no mind to Duke of Peach, contorting and struggling, turning around with one gigantic palm grabbing tightly onto Fisher still behind Him.
“Ahhhh!!”
He roared, that enormous palm continually expanded, capable of holding Fisher within His grasp, then brutally smashed down onto that pale arm.
Endless tendrils surged up, gripping Fisher’s magic staff in His palm, under His semi-divine strength. Asuka’s hand could no longer withstand it, producing “crack, crack, crack” sounds.
The dream magic could no longer hold, and Fisher’s phantom instantly vanished.
“First”
The ethereal voice from outside the Spirit Realm suddenly cut off. Countless hands, like remnants of a dream, left nothing behind, gradually turning to ash.
“Fisher! Duke of Peach!”
Ashley wanted to raise her hand to manipulate space, but with a mere slight movement from the writhing Heow, the surrounding space distorted. In comparison, Ashley and the others’ ranks were far too low against a semi-divine, and they lacked any power to resist.
Ashley herself even bled from all seven orifices, pained, covering her head, the extreme agony making her scream,
“Ahhhhh!!”
“ASHLEY!”
Heow’s golden eye glared savagely, fixated on Fisher being pressed in His palm, mocking,
“I didn’t expect you, a group of frogs at the bottom of the well, to understand how to use the power of dreams. But you should have anticipated I merged with the power of the Chaotic Being. By your time, the part of you will vanish in half an hour.
“Such a long time is enough for me to kill you a thousand times over.”
Fisher grasped His distorted hand, locking eyes with His ancient, calm golden gaze, where it seemed stars twinkled.
Yet the tremendous power of the semi-divine simply applied slight pressure, making Fisher’s body give out a “crack, crack, crack” sound, with countless blood splashes erupting from him, flowing down from His twisted fingertips.
“What a tragic existence, you possess a quality that would be treasured by all beings in this universe, yet what wraps it is a race I haven’t even heard a name for.
“Human. Ha ha.”
Fisher narrowed his eyes at Him, enduring unbearable pain; under that immense pressure, he was about to speak when blood continuously seeped from the corner of his mouth.
After pausing for a moment, he stubbornly spoke up,
“Isn’t it ironic that a god fell for the schemes of the most inferior humans, Heow?”
“Ha ha, human? How ridiculous. Do you really think you are such a thing?!”
Heow scoffed, then the gigantic arm suddenly plunged into Fisher’s body, activating the power of the Chaotic Being, rapidly reverting Fisher’s form.
His body was driven to revert by that power, starting to display a phantom silvery color; his original palm began to morph into tentacles. The ongoing phantasmagoria bloomed on Fisher’s body, seeking to revert him to his original appearance.
His chest began to change color, all Supplement Handbooks were foreign objects, but the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, like his heart, tightly adhered to his chest, continuously emanating golden light.
Yet Fisher struggled to resist the Chaotic Being, in a bid to maintain his human appearance.
“You don’t even know your self-proclaimed identity; it’s just a delusion covered by surface. You don’t even know what you are, a fool deceived by the likes of Ramastia, tricked by your creators. Even so, you stubbornly wish to retain your false form?!”
“.”
For so long, even after reading the Soul Supplement Handbook, even after reading the Life Completion Manual, even if he became potentially his true appearance, Fisher continually believed himself to be a human.
Was this human form some noble pride? A status of superiority over all inferior subhumans?
Was this human form some stubborn ignorance? Just a meaningless maintenance of self-deception?
Or was it merely a habit, as it was the appearance he maintained since birth?
Perhaps it was all a deception, a plot by the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast and the gods to give him a sense of belonging.
Fisher gasped, yet in that fleeting moment, the church bell seemed to pierce through his soul.
“Teresa, why do I have to take your surname, Benavides? It seems other kids don’t have your surname.”
“What’s wrong, little Fisher, don’t want it?”
“I’m just curious.”
Teresa smiled, reaching out to pat little Fisher beside her, as his mini adult-like appearance, pondering with his chin resting on his hand, was too amusing.
She hugged little Fisher in her arms and softly said,
“This is a church school; they are orphans abandoned by their parents, and they know where they come from.”
“Doesn’t Teresa know where I come from?”
“Sorry, but I don’t know,” Teresa smiled and shook her head, simply saying, “So I want to give you a place to come from. Giving you my surname doesn’t mean you should see me as your mother; I just hope you remember where you came from in the future.”
“Does that matter so much?”
“It does.”
Teresa pinched his little hand, her eyes sparkling,
“Everyone has the same destination, which is death, but the place they come from is different. If you don’t know where you came from, your remaining life will only have that single destination. Conversely, if you know where you came from, you will often stop and look back, and with every glance back, you will see yourself.”
Fisher somewhat understood, but as clever as he was, he still couldn’t grasp the meaning behind it, just asking,
“Then, can I see you if I look back?”
“Maybe,” Teresa smiled slightly, asking, “Do you want to see me?”
“Yes.”
In Saint Nali, amidst the scattering smoke and dust, Pandora’s phantom had sent the increasingly challenged Raphael flying. Before her, the golden light flickered; the connection with Heow through her artificial eye allowed her to address him,
“Heow, what are you doing over there?!!”
She paused briefly, seeing Fisher speaking with Him.
At this moment, Fisher was covered in blood; even though Elizabeth had long conveyed to him internally that winning likely meant standing against Heow, seeing him bloodied yet still grappling with Heow, her heart almost stopped.
Instantly losing control, she shouted at Heow,
“What are you doing? We agreed that you only needed to kill Dalasgon!! Don’t do anything extra!! What are you doing?!!”
Far away in the crevice, Heow chuckled. The two of them connected through the artificial eye, sharing vision and able to converse, but Fisher could not hear what Elizabeth said, while Heow’s consciousness communicated with Elizabeth,
“Extra things? I’m merely showing you the essence of the individual you’ve continuously cared about.”
As the power of the Chaotic Being deepened, the terrifying phantom form on Him gradually revealed itself.
That inhuman body, those twisted tentacles, each aspect could make the human ladies of Nali scream, but as Elizabeth looked at Fisher’s current situation, she couldn’t help but care.
“I don’t care what he is!? I want him safe! Heow! You’d better hurry!”
“Stop, or Heow!!”
Elizabeth looked at Fisher in the ethereal vision with red eyes. Heow ignored her words and pulled Fisher up directly, making Elizabeth almost heartbroken.
“Don’t! Stop!! What do you want? I’ll agree to anything, just stop!! I beg you. I’m begging you.”
In the distance, Raphael, holding a spear, was about to move forward but saw Elizabeth standing frozen, as if collapsing, reaching out her hand towards the empty ground, hysterically speaking.
This made her, who had been ready to fight, unable to raise her gun any longer, standing there in a daze. The phantom of Pandora beside her also looked up towards the sky, no longer paying attention to her.
Far away, the flames of war in Nali continued, while in the crevice, Heow mockingly glanced down at the lower part of the crevice, mentally speaking to Elizabeth,
“How tragic, human. You care for him so much, yet he has already made you the culprit of all this. Your screams at this moment, he cannot hear them, nor will he understand. He will only blame you; he will only hate you. Just wanting to go back to the past? He will not comprehend your delusions.
“With him, I care about nothing else—neither Ramastia nor you; I will kill Dalasgon now and take him away, hehe. Afterwards, I will help you establish a new order. Goodbye, Elizabeth.”
“No, no, no! You can’t take him away! You can’t. You can’t!!”
At this moment, Elizabeth’s eyes were only on Fisher in the crevice. She ran a few steps on the empty ground below, then in her panic, remembered to control the phantom of Pandora to fly up to the crevice to stop Heow.
Beside her, Raphael stared blankly as Elizabeth, with hollow eyes, ran towards her, cautiously raising the tip of her gun.
“Elizabeth?”
“Get away!”
However, Elizabeth didn’t even look at her, and even pushed away the hot gun tip with her hand, which hissed but she still looked at the scene in the crevice.
All of this happened simultaneously. In Heow’s hands, it seemed that no matter how Fisher struggled, he could not prevent the Chaotic Being from transforming him into a Chaos Race.
Heow thought that Fisher had finally resigned to give up resistance. He looked at the supplement handbook for Sub-Humans on Fisher’s chest, just about to say something when an unprecedented sharp pain came from within Heow.
He was stunned and looked down, only to find that a wooden staff had pierced through him.
How could this…
He turned back to look, only to see that Fisher’s transformed phantom tentacles had all become ethereal. This was the nature of the Chaos Race, but he shouldn’t have noticed it.
He had already obtained laws, still a demigod.
Unless…
He paused slightly, as if suddenly understanding something, and looked down again at the supplement handbook for Sub-Humans on his chest.
Chaos Race is a Mythical Being, and after a long period of time can have a very high rank.
So why does this Fisher Benavides need to collect the supplement handbook to improve his rank? And there’s no other authority’s aura on this handbook, how could there be power to help him elevate his rank?
Unless this rank originally belonged to him, but because he needed to adapt to his human body, it had to be slowly transformed for him.
He stared blankly at the staff that had completely pierced through the part of Fisher within him, while below, the Fisher who had done all this slowly transformed back into human form. He sneered and said,
“I have never been deceived by my true identity as a Chaos Race; I know where I came from. Instead, you, Heow,
“You have been deceived by my human identity.”
Heow’s golden pupils slightly contracted, and in that moment, he made a decision.
He directly discarded Fisher, then swiped out the staff embedded in his body, and unleashed all his demigod powers charging towards Dalasgon in the sky.
“Boom!”
A loud explosion sounded around. Fisher clutched his chest and looked up at the sky, instantly realizing his intention.
He wanted to kill Dalasgon before the part of Fisher within him completely perished!!
He still didn’t know how long the part of Fisher inside him would survive, but even if it was only a few minutes, killing him inside Dalasgon’s body would still be more than enough.
Just like Ramastia said, the only way to kill Dalasgon is within him.
Why not kill Fisher?
Because Heow didn’t know exactly what situation he was in or what kind of nature he had. If he killed him, that empty authority within him would disperse and disappear, and he would be completely finished.
That was a property that could manifest the legendary ocean. If anything happened, it wouldn’t just be a transformation, even the true body outside would probably be destroyed.
Thus, the most rational approach was to kill Dalasgon first, eradicating the crevice.
On one hand, this could justify the trade with Dream and Elizabeth and better settle accounts with Ramastia; on the other hand, it could reveal this extremely precious property of Fisher to the universe.
“Foolish ants, no matter how you struggle, you will never win!”
Heow’s terrifying voice echoed throughout the crevice. At the same time, outside the crevice, the twelve demigod-level Chaos Races seemed to sense Heow’s approach, all gathering their strength, preparing to unleash their full force in an attack.
Fisher’s pupils shrank, and he hastily transformed halfway into the form of a Chaos Race, shooting into the sky. But above, the powers of the Chaos Race and Heow were about to collide, to explode upon Dalasgon’s body.
He would die!!
The crevice would perish!!
“Buzz!!”
With Fisher chasing closely behind, he could not keep up with Heow’s speed above. He could only helplessly watch as Heow drew closer to Dalasgon’s true form.
Fisher was already isolated and helpless.
He was running upwards with wide-open eyes, while Tang Zeming Asuka and Ashley had already lost consciousness, leaving him alone in the pursuit.
These once powerful demigods and Mythical Beings fought among each other, turning into dust through history; the strong gods in this world struggled painfully in the Spirit Realm, stagnating before the crevice door.
Those beings fighting below might not understand the intricacies of it all. Perhaps they were still confused, just trembling in fear of the sudden war.
Yet he was stubborn and had neither time nor opportunity to warn every lady he knew about the risks in advance.
But at this very moment, just like that afternoon years ago when he opened the supplement handbook for Sub-Humans, he unintentionally learned of the impending Apocalypse Prophecy.
Back then, all was peaceful, as if only he knew of the impending doom.
What was he thinking when he saw those lines of Apocalypse Prophecy?
Was it a heavenly decree driving him to selflessly devote himself, thus embarking on the journey?
Or was it possible that it was connected to several fair-skinned, beautiful subhumans making him think of romantic pursuits, thus embarking on the journey?
He did not know, nor did he remember the exact reason.
He only remembered that afternoon was a wonderfully sunny day. Lady Martha made him a bowl of meat soup, and Trandal invited him to have fun. After he sternly refused, he begrudgingly pulled out a letter, said to be from Elizabeth requesting him to deliver it.
He opened the envelope, finding the greetings that had remained unchanged for many years, and her triumphant return message.
She said she had won a dozen battles, she said everything was well at the border, the displaced people had returned to their lost lands.
She said a lot, and Fisher read for a long time, finally deciding to write a more straightforward reply.
He suddenly wanted to tell her about the Apocalypse Prophecy he had just learned, but after much consideration, he only jotted down a beginning and hastily wrapped it up.
He still wasn’t honest enough, still avoided directly saying it.
Just like fearing that after his death, he would have no thoughts and turn to ashes; at the moment he lifted his pen, he suddenly thought about what it would be like after everything turned to dust.
When facing Elizabeth by the seaside, he spoke the truth—he set out on his journey for the beautiful things he had seen.
Along the way, he saw even more beauty, greedily trying to embrace them, thus growing more resolute.
Perhaps he was indeed selfish, perhaps he couldn’t be called noble.
But at this moment, as he looked at Heow’s figure about to collide with Dalasgon, the fear that all this beauty would dissipate still surged in his heart.
An eternal question arose in his mind: if all this beauty required sacrifice, then would he be willing?
Fisher began to gasp, and everything seemed to stop in this moment.
He reached out his hand to the sky, at this moment, everything in the world halted on him, all safety, whether to perish or not lay in his hands.
Heow’s laws had already enveloped Dalasgon’s ethereal form, sensing the ever-further Fisher behind him and the approaching Chaos Races outside the crevice, he felt an unprecedented calmness inside.
Meanwhile, below, Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Heow let Fisher down, but looking at him chasing closely behind, her expression still seemed complex.
Raphael and all the other ladies looked up at the sky, as if sensing something, they realized that the time had come to the end.
At this moment, victory and defeat had been decided!
Heow’s immense power was about to clash with the internal and external forces of the Chaos Races, and the fragile point on the internal side was about to explode under the attack of the Chaos Race.
But behind them, Fisher’s hysterical roar suddenly came from afar.
“Ma!!!!!”
That was a strange, single-syllable term Heow had never heard before, seemingly the utmost call Fisher could muster, ringing throughout the entire crevice, yet did not stop Heow.
Repent, resist, let everything of yours dissipate.
Fisher Benavides.
But in the next second, right in front of Heow, the revealed body of Dalasgon suddenly vanished, exposing the crevice filled with crimson mist, facing them, were the attacks of twelve demigod Chaos Races coming at full force.
Heow was momentarily taken aback, even the attacking Chaos Races froze.
Because strangely, it was not just Dalasgon’s body; the entire crevice had disappeared.
“What…”
“Boom!!”
Heow could not comprehend the situation before him, as in an instant, he and the Chaos Races’ powers clashed, sending out a sound large enough to resonate throughout reality and the Spirit Realm.
Like a galaxy collapsing, the massive shockwave spread in all directions, forcing the strengths of several demigods to converge into a single point due to Dalasgon’s sudden disappearance, the lethality was unimaginable.
“Boom!!”
Several Chaos Races were severely injured, flying back into the Spirit Realm, some dead, some wounded, while Heow’s form was also ripped apart in that terrifying impact, twisting and confused, plummeting alongside four or five surviving Chaos Races into reality.
He looked back in confusion, only to see Fisher, entangled in mysterious tentacles and covered in blood, with a grim expression flying towards him, and at the same time, the frail Dalasgon and the entire crevice instantly reappeared.
Around Fisher, countless suction cups resembling ethereal whirlpools clung to his body, binding his form like ropes, emitting waves of mysterious and strange fluctuations.
That seemed to be a kind of authority aura Heow had never seen before.
This… what is this?
“Puh!!”
Fisher, bloodied, suddenly captured Heow’s attention completely. He stabbed the staff fiercely into Heow’s broken body, transforming into a shooting star alongside the four or five Chaos Races that were about to crash into reality.
The soon-to-collapse laws of the demigods sparked brilliant lights in the crevice, and Heow did not care about any of this. In his eyes, there was only this battered human looking down at him,
“How… how did you…”
“I have a secret avatar within me, I can communicate with Dalasgon’s authority, and of course I can communicate with his. Unfortunately, his position is far too distant, and even if used, it would only be of small utility, like… causing Dalasgon and the crevice to fall into secrecy.”
It was previously mentioned that the power of secrecy is not merely invisibility. For those subjectively excluded, an individual being secreted means “non-existence.”
“You’ve long ago…”
“Yes, I had long waited for you and those Chaos Races to crash into Dalasgon. Without them, Dalasgon’s authority would not be weakened, and His fragile true form would not be displayed internally. They are an indispensable part of your plan and ultimately became the reason for your failure.”
Fisher, full of hatred, thrust the staff embedded in Heow’s body deeper and deeper. Above, Tang Zeming Asuka’s magical light grew brighter and brighter, about to completely shatter Heow’s body.
“Now, do you remember humans?”
“… Hehe, but you are forced to let a Chaos Race nearby enter reality. Now the power of the crevice weakens; their ranks will no longer drop. Four or five demigods, let’s see how you will deal with it.”
Other Chaos Races were severely wounded in that tremendous collision, unable to attack Dalasgon’s true form from outside; they also couldn’t kill Dalasgon within the crevice. Even so, allowing a few demigods to enter reality would likely incur casualties.
Fisher was about to speak, but blood uncontrollably surged from his body.
He was already heavily wounded.
Yet he still firmly held the staff penetrating Heow’s body, struggling to say,
“That’s still better than letting you beasts destroy the crevice.”
“Humans?”
Heow ceased to speak. This avatar of his was about to turn to ash, but before dying, he still looked at Fisher with those golden eyes shared with Elizabeth.
“For the sake of other individuals, you probably…”
Fisher gasped as he watched the magic slowly consume Heow’s body, murmuring increasingly weakly,
“This is, my Apocalypse Prophecy needs no one else to sacrifice…”
“Die for me!!”
As a violent magical wave passed, the light instantaneously swallowed the falling figure, leaving nothing behind.
At the moment the crevice turned hidden, the sky of Saint Nali instantly connected with the crimson mist above.
The terrifying darkness of the Spirit Realm instantaneously engulfed, and the enormous sound in the sky, akin to stars exploding, instantly attracted the attention of all existences below. No, all living beings in this world.
Everyone watched with wide eyes. After that tremendous sound faded, several extremely terrifying shooting stars fell toward reality, and in an instant, the secrecy of the crevice was resolved, once more covering the world.
“Fisher?”
Raphael anxiously looked at the sky and plunged her spear into the ground.
Facing the terrifying shooting stars that were about to fall, even their aura coming from above made Raphael’s legs weak and tremble uncontrollably, not to mention the other weaker beings beside her, who directly knelt down in a rush, completely unable to move, and stared at the sky.
What kind of enemy was Fisher facing up there?
Valentina also clutched her chest, and the scene in her eyes aligned more and more with the description of the powerful being falling in the prophecy.
“Prophecy…”
“Buzz…”
Once the crevice restored, those falling shooting stars suddenly stopped in the sky, originally being several ethereal, formless beings, yet their existence was intensely chaotic.
Even their presence made the beings below feel discomfort, as if all rules began to twist and gradually collapse.
Those were…
Chaos Races.
Elizabeth stared blankly at the sky. She shared Heow’s vision, and before that shared vision abruptly ended, the last thing she saw was Fisher’s face filled with resentment.
Heow’s avatar had already shattered, his aura and the broken death laws he had just constructed all returned to her within the eye of the base.
“Boom…”
“All beings here will soon taste the injustice we have.”
The terrifying voices of the several Chaos Races above echoed throughout this world, causing the feeble creatures below to faint directly in fear.
Elizabeth felt dazed. Everything that had just happened came too suddenly, and she still couldn’t move past Fisher’s expression. The Chaos Races’ responses in her ears seemed to grow more and more distant, and then the entire world seemed to fall silent, devoid of sound.
“I…”
Until she, kneeling with one knee, propping herself against the sword, breathed heavily and couldn’t help but speak, she abruptly discovered that this didn’t seem to be a subjective illusion, for even the sound of her voice was not audible.
In this place, it was eerily quiet?
At this very moment?
Elizabeth was slightly taken aback but then felt a presence appear before her.
Slowly raising her head, she saw a figure clad in glistening golden armor.
A stunning blue-haired Whale Folk stood indifferently before her, in this realm, all sound was still, and every gaze was upon Elizabeth and this Whale Folk.
The Whale Folk wore a crown, lacked a cape, with only a long whale tail gently swaying.
Her blue long hair flowed in the wind, and Elizabeth was momentarily stunned, meeting her indifferent gaze.
This was a Whale Folk who resembled Jasmine.
A being so powerful that she could not fathom.
Elizabeth opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a word. Fortunately, before that, the Whale Folk reached out her hand to her and emotionlessly said,
“Sword.”
