novelraw Chapter 124: Human-Insect
Chapter 124: Human-Insect
The sky colors had already gradually grown gloomy and dark. The afterglow of the setting sun also grew increasingly blurred following the progression of time. Right at the boundary traversing light and darkness, Fisher gripping the Walking Stick sprinted wildly toward the location where the fields emitted sounds.
Outwards from the laboratory was a patch of sanguisorba half a person tall. Right within the time Fisher was running, the distant sounds nevertheless abruptly quieted down.
The setting sun of the sky also entirely sank beneath the skyline, only leaving behind that small patch of sky rippling out purple-colored faint light.
Fisher suddenly halted his footsteps, not continuing to advance toward that direction. The faint breeze brushed past a bit, blowing the nearby sanguisorba into prostrating downwards.
He didn't continue moving again, because he suddenly sensed some kind of thing coming over from the direction the sounds transmitted from.
The movement speed of that thing was extremely fast; Fisher nevertheless wasn't flustered the slightest bit, calmly reverse-gripping the Walking Stick in his hands, his gaze dead set staring at the ground before his eyes.
Within the dim environment, patches upon patches of sanguisorba were rolled down by a certain crawling and prostrating thing, soundlessly charging toward Fisher standing in his original spot.
Although the crawling of that thing lacked any sounds whatsoever, but following that object getting increasingly closer, the tip of Fisher's nose gradually sniffed a smear of scent exactly like a meat chunk having rotted for several hundreds of years. The next instant, that putrid and reeking scent also reached its peak. A long strip-shaped object fiercely sprang up from the ground, pouncing towards Fisher.
"Shriek!"
A burst of ear-piercing shrieking sound, exactly like a female going mad, instantly transmitted over, sweeping over wrapped with that dense foul scent within midair.Fisher's pupils contracted. His body retreated backwards slightly precisely like a wild beast, utilizing the Walking Stick in his hand as a weapon aiming at the springing object whipping fiercely over.
The speed of that Walking Stick was extremely fast. Clearly being a hard and straight object, but surprisingly turning twisted exactly like a whip because of Fisher's extremely fast wielding speed.
"Bang!"
"Aooo!!!"
The instant the Walking Stick touched that object, the surface of that object was exactly like layer upon layer of dead skin caving downwards. But following the forceful power gradually transmitting inwards, Fisher could then hear the sounds of bones shattering transmitting from within. And that reeking object was also brought completely tumbling into midair by Fisher's striking force and pain.
Fisher retreated a step backwards. Only then did he clearly see for the very first time what the thing sneak attacking towards himself actually was. But having only just sized up the thing before his eyes, he frowned his eyebrows sporting a somewhat ugly complexion.
For no other reasons: this thing before his eyes had no way of being described using any sort of simple vocabulary.
Only seeing the "creature" appearing before his eyes was a kind of thing taking a long strip shape as its body overall. The main body was roughly a form like a snake, but it conversely possessed wrinkled skin exactly like hairless humans, its body entirely covered with individual primary external human organs.
Ears, hair, noses, mouths...
And supporting that long strip-shaped body were even more so four misplaced limbs leaving one's scalp numb. The human legs at the rear were folded backwards, turning into a structure similar to insect hind limbs. The two hands were slightly short, lacking the forearm portions, surprisingly being substituted by two massive mantis curved scythes.
Right at the very front of that monster, the face of a human girl seemingly inlaid exactly like an ornament sat right at the foremost front. Both eyes only possessing whites, staring dead set at the human before its eyes.
This creature carried a kind of rotting sickening stench top and bottom of its entire body. But beneath the face of that human girl, a red heart hidden underneath the skin nevertheless was still beating powerfully, proving the thing before his eyes was a kind of fresh living species.
Merely just a glance attaining the degree of making people nauseous. With a cold complexion Fisher erected the Walking Stick, making a posture of battle.
The massive sounds in the distance again constantly transmitted over. If guessed correctly, Eliog was currently over there.
Fisher first didn't carefully think of the origins of this kind of monster before his eyes, merely primarily doing the battle posture well completely and wholeheartedly.
"Shriek!"
That iconic, human female ear-piercing shriek transmitted from behind the monster before his eyes. Fisher's Walking Stick lit up with dotted rays of light; streak after streak of halos vibrating at high speeds exactly like bees were swung out ring after ring following his movements.
[Bee's Dance]
That magic of severing objects rapidly charged toward the creature before his eyes. But unexpectedly rubbing out massive amounts of sparks at the instant of touching the opponent's skin; the halos deeply sunk into the opponent's skin yet from beginning to end didn't cut and enter. Concurrently the opponent also emitted a pained roar.
Taking advantage of the opponent being delayed by the halos of Bee's Dance, Fisher had already roughly comprehended the opponent's skin was somewhat tough and hard. Relying on cutting seemingly proved to be of not very good effects, but the very first time using the blunt strike of the cane yielded rather good effects. Therefore taking advantage of this timing, Fisher drew a deep breath, fiercely swinging out the Walking Stick facing the monster before his eyes.
That Walking Stick smashed into the face inlaid within the opponent's body exactly like an iron rod. Fiercely striking down once, dark green liquids constantly seeped out from within that organ. That liquid carried an intense foul stench. Landing upon the ground then emitted intense boiling sounds. But before touching the Walking Stick, protective magic precisely lit up on the Walking Stick, shielding the Walking Stick from direct contact with that liquid.
"Shriek!"
The monster before his eyes seeing things weren't good, bite dead set onto Fisher's Walking Stick utilizing its mouth.
Simultaneously, raising its body straight up exactly like a gigantic insect wanting to entangle Fisher within. Amidst that intense nauseating stench, Fisher bit his teeth, suddenly recalling the battle methods Eliog taught himself. He resolutely abandoned the Walking Stick in his hands, raising his fist aiming precisely a punch toward the face of the monster before his eyes.
The muscles of the body twisted over. A fist seemingly carrying flames landed upon his own Walking Stick. That Walking Stick, with power transmitted, turned into a steel nail rapidly piercing into the opponent's body, piercing straight all the way inwards from the opponent's mouth, and then piercing straight outwards from behind the opponent's back of the head.
Massive amounts of pus water seeped outwards from the loopholes appearing on that unbearably ugly body. Extremely fortunate his own Walking Stick was shielded with magic, otherwise it would be so dirty there'd be no way to use it. And within midair, that reeking liquid exactly like a fountain descended following the sky, perfectly like having flipped the toilets of Saint-Nazareth upside down.
Fisher's complexion changed. Hurriedly leaping open some distance, not letting that madly water-spraying monster splash anything onto his own body.
"Shriek!"
Emitting a final shriek exactly like a female roaring, that monster motionlessly collapsed slumped onto the ground exactly like having been wrung dry. Yet the muscles on its body still twitched and convulsed extremely uncoordinatedly, seemingly still doing a struggle with death.
Fisher caught the Walking Stick falling from midair, and then with furrowed brows sized up this basically dead monster on the ground.
But he still had to go find Eliog. Having just thought of getting up, he unexpectedly saw Eliog flawlessly intact bearing two swords slowly walking back from within the sanguisorba cluster. Lacking any surprised expression on her face, still listless and lazy, even still wanting to yawn.
"Yi, one also ran over here, you resolved it ah..."
Eliog rubbed her own eyes, bearing an appearance of not being able to lift the slightest bit of interest. Fisher swept a glance at her; seeing her body lacked any wounds and also hadn't been stained by any things he then withdrew his gaze.
He squatted on the ground, looking at that massive monster exactly like a bug, asking,
"What is this thing? Why would it appear here?"
Looking at it now, this monster before his eyes basically top to bottom its entire body were human characteristics. But within the skeletons and at certain organs there again existed extremely many differences, exactly like some kind of man-made product.
Fisher looked at the face of the young girl painfully currently constantly throwing up pus water from the facial features. His gaze slightly cold, but he nonetheless didn't go touch that monster. He felt this pus water seemed to harbor poison.
"This thing seems to be called [Human-Insect] right. It is the creation of the sinner I am currently pursuing. This one before your eyes was precisely manufactured from a single complete human. Over there there are even more... However he really likes destroying evidence. These things before long will turn into having no ways to be discerned, and even the skeletons and whatever will entirely turn into a puddle of foul water; just don't hit upon the thoughts of researching anymore."
Eliog wrinkled her nose, not even yawning anymore, terrified of that foul scent staining the tip of her nose.
"The sinner I am pursuing likes doing this kind of unspeakably ugly experiment. Not merely humans, demi-humans will also frequently suffer disaster, so that was why Agreas dispatched me back to the surface tracking down and killing that fellow. Looking at it now, he ought to know there's a demon currently hunting him, therefore he sent several biological weapons over to probe my strength a little bit."
"There are a few bugs whose strength is passably alright, but all of them are entirely dead. Estimating he knows I'm not to be trifled with, so right now he's currently preparing to flee Saint-Nazareth overnight right."
Fisher didn't speak, yet saw that Human-Insect about to die on the ground seemingly triggering some switch. The pus liquid of the body began boiling up. Very quickly it dissolved that monster exactly like a bug yet exactly like a human at flying speeds, very quickly revealing the pale skeletons inside, making the Human-Insect already approaching death start emitting roars of a female normally again.
But this time, that roar nevertheless grew increasingly feeble, because even the final skeletons all turned into flying ash.
"Spoken like this, you are about to continue pursuing that sinner?"
Fisher didn't continue looking toward the ground anymore, conversely turning his head to look at Eliog standing beside him.
Her long red hair fluttered up a bit. Her eyes exactly like fire serpents also gazed straight at that gradually disappearing life. From within it again revealed out some unclear implications seemingly unfitting for demons to possess.
Waiting until that monster completely turned into a puddle of liquid unable to discern its original shape, she only then turned around letting out a yawn. Nodding her head she looked at Fisher saying distressingly,
"That fellow Agreas is already extremely dissatisfied with my speed. Continuing dilly-dallying guessing he truly will get angry. Therefore roughly tonight I will continue setting off pursuing that fellow. We also ought to bid farewell here, human... However this is a good thing for you humans. On the road of fleeing he shouldn't have that much time manufacturing this kind of thing, you humans can also die a bit less; not bad, not bad."
She began to laugh, and exactly like suddenly thinking of something used her finger pointing toward Fisher, reminding,
"Also, youth, your attack just now I saw it. Although still somewhat green and tender, however it has already possessed a few flavors of having entered the door. Your body still possesses exceedingly immense potentials capable of development. Later on remember to continue practicing and don't let it fall to waste. Wait until I kill that fellow and see whether I can return again to find you to play about right. After all the taste of you this fellow is indeed not bad. I definitely don't want when seeing you again next time, for you to have turned back into that sickly appearance of the very first time oh! Otherwise I will completely squeeze you entirely dry."
Eliog again smilingly jabbed Fisher a bit using her tail, bearing an appearance of "I fancy you a lot", leaving Fisher extremely speechless. Although words were spoken like this, he nevertheless also didn't do any sort of retaining. His and Eliog's relationship were somewhat complicated, roughly exactly of the mutual benefit and reciprocity kind; it couldn't be spoken of possessing how deep of feelings.
However, his own manual's Demon progress had already been researched to almost surpassing fifty percent. Estimating when returning at night he could precisely claim the fifty percent reward of the Demon biological progress. According to precedent, this time the manual would also bestow upon himself an item in the physical aspect.
Not knowing whether that item was hidden within the Demi-Human Completion Handbook or summoned over by it from some other place.
Carefully recalling back, interacting with Eliog this period of time his harvests were actually quite abundant. Not merely previous physiological needs also obtaining release, he himself still learned quite a few demon battle techniques. Fisher basically hadn't suffered much loss.
Conversely it was this Demon Girl: aside from possessing a place to sleep she obtained absolutely nothing. Now that this fellow was about to leave, she hadn't yet mentioned the matter of that thirty thousand currency coming to...
Speaking like this, seemed like whether he himself conversely had a bit of the feeling of taking advantage of this Demon Girl?
Fisher somewhat guilty in heart dug out all cash from his bosom, roughly also having the appearance of around ten thousand Narios stuffing it to Eliog. Eliog blanked slightly, not counting fundamentally and precisely placed it inside her corset binding pocket, and then let out a yawn.
It seemed this demon truly didn't possess any concept of human currency whatsoever; had he known earlier he himself giving her several thousands would have sufficed.
Thinking like this in heart, Fisher nevertheless didn't reveal it out, merely opening the mouth saying,
"Then have a meal together for the final time?"
"Passing by to incidentally sleep together for the final time?"
Eliog sluggishly laughing retorted precisely like this, yet receiving no answer from Fisher.
Actually her speaking like this, exactly was tactfully refusing Fisher.
Although Fisher could distinctly see a trace of desire flash past her eyes—that was the last happiness of a slacker dilly-dallier—but exactly as she said, being lazy any further was feared to ruin matters. Therefore she decided she better set off now.
"Forget it youth. Wait until matters are concluded later before coming over to find you right. You humans' life spans are brief, my accompanying you until you die isn't impossible oh~"
She smilingly waved her hand toward Fisher, ultimately uttering like this exactly like bewitchment normally.
Subsequently, she then no longer lingered. Strapping the two curved swords from behind upon her back, she anew draped on her own cloak, completely covering up her non-human portions.
She was about to leave.
"I'm leaving oh. I remember your taste. Seeing you next time I will taste your flavor again."
"..."
Fisher stood at the original spot not sending her off. Waiting until she walked increasingly further away, unable to see her figure clearly, Fisher finally turned his head over.
He didn't return, but instead continued walking toward the direction Eliog came from.
Only seeing at the distant front, preceding the sanguisorba clusters, large patches upon large patches of ground deep pits perfectly like having been combusted by magma appeared before Fisher's eyes.
Perfectly like having been crushed over by a certain mighty power, everywhere on the ground lay traces of cracks and fragmentation. Originally soft and wet soil was also scalded into turning hard because of reasons of extreme high temperatures; the moment Fisher stepped upon it, it transformed into flying ash.
That demon Eliog was indeed not a simple person.
Fisher absorbed the spectacle before his eyes into his eyes. Waving a hand utilizing magic he covered over the traces before his eyes with a single layer. Like this waiting until later even if painstaking people discovered it he could also explain it as himself experimenting with new magics. It was also considered giving her negligence a wrap-up end.