novelraw Chapter 434: Pseudo-Scene of Fierce Conflict
Chapter 434: Pseudo-Scene of Fierce Conflict
Tree Continent, exterior of the Phoenix encampment. Right as Fisher and Nekelia were descending together, the entire earth began uncontrollably shaking again, as if intending to overturn the entire continent. The surrounding trees identically began shaking successively, fiercely scattering lines of fine cracks from the positions linking to the earth.
"Another earthquake?!"
Upon the earth's surface, that Qilin Species whose clothes were blown away by Fisher's single leaf identically raised his head blankly to look around. Accompanying the intense shaking of the earth, an expanse of densely packed birds of unknown names rose from the distant mountain forest, screaming and fleeing From All Directions.
Simultaneously, that heart-palpitating sensation causing Fisher extreme terror identically surged into his heart anew, stimulating the fine hairs upon his back to stand on end.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
An extremely sharp tinnitus sound, sufficient to completely cover all other sounds, abruptly transmitted beside his ear. Concurrently, Fisher's vision additionally darkened bit by bit, as if that Death entwining his body was about to materialize into substantial form.
"Careful!!"
Concurrently, the wings of Nekelia's elder brother, whom Fisher was riding, fiercely trembled. It turned out an adjacent giant tree was collapsing head-on towards this side. Subsequently, as if intending to prove exactly how poor Fisher's luck was, wherever he flew, the trees invariably collapsed toward him. Coupled with the extremely chaotic Death Rule beside him, Fisher knew within his heart that continuing to stay upon this Phoenix Race would truly implicate him.
"Let me down, you go help the others!"
"Eh?"He muffledly turned his head, uniquely seeing the sternly-faced Fisher. In the next second, before he could react, Fisher patted his shoulder, unfurling the Fluid Sword within his hand and leapt down from him, rushing toward the other end of the forest.
He desired to ascertain whether the target of that Death's alteration was truly himself.
"Those slaves!"
The entirety of the Phoenix Race encampment front degraded into a mess of chaos due to the violently shaking earthquake. Gou Wen additionally dragged Mikhail behind him to dodge the collapsing ground and trees in the surroundings. Yet right as Mikhail was preparing to depart with him, his sharp eyes spotted the slaves tied together at the rear of those Royal Capital Envoys, rendering them incapable of moving freely.
The Royal Capital Envoys scattered and fled successively, Frightened Out of Their Wits. At such a juncture, naturally nobody concerned themselves with those slaves resembling ants.
Watching those chain-bound slaves remaining in place, utterly unable to dodge the aftershocks of the earthquake regardless of how they screamed and evaded, Mikhail abruptly twisted his head and rushed toward that direction.
"Mikhail!"
Gou Wen called out aloud, simultaneously identically noticing the cohort of slaves falling into crisis over there. Originally intending to run away, he gritted his teeth, identically twisting his head to follow Mikhail's footsteps, heading toward that direction.
"Rumble rumble!"
Serving as a human, Mikhail appeared excessively minuscule before such a natural disaster. Even rushing forward, he involuntarily slanted sideways. His gaze was faint and cold, his mechanical right arm completely charged. Accompanying the rise of his mental threshold bar, the energy accumulated upon that right hand grew increasingly dangerous.
In the era he lived in, the largest arms company in New Russia, Novosibirsk Wind, was famous precisely for manufacturing such high-energy Particle Weapons. And as a former engineer of Novosibirsk Wind, Mikhail was all the more intimately familiar regarding how to utilize such weapons, yet he required the assistance of a Microcomputer.
Looking at that cohort of screaming slaves, Mikhail finally ceased hesitating, reaching into his embrace and extracting a Prosthetic Eye, subsequently immediately inserting it into his empty eye socket.
"Zzzt zzzt zzzt!"
【Novosibirsk Wind Bionic Microcomputer has connected to system; unlinked to internet and urban local area network, currently initiating offline mode】
【Warning, your mental threshold is already approaching danger line; please immediately utilize blocker to avoid occurrence of quasi-mental illnesses】
Accompanying that Microcomputer completely linking into his brain, Mikhail's vision identically began flickering with a snow-white chaos seemingly indicative of poor signal. The buzzing sounds beside his ears constantly resounded, yet the right arm linked to the computer could finally completely exhibit its functions.
"Haa..."
Mikhail ceased running forward, uniquely fiercely raising his right arm, aiming at that cohort of slaves beneath the imminently collapsing trees ahead. All sorts of calculation processes surpassing human imagination exploded within Mikhail's brain, akin to a steel awl piercing into his brain and rotating.
Yet in the next second, his right arm grew increasingly bright. The extremely dangerous brilliant light bursting from his hand seemingly possessed intelligence, fiercely scattering apart, accurately striking the countless tree trunks already detected as dangerous alongside the chains restricting their movements.
"Zzzt zzzt zzzt!"
"We can move! We can move!"
The Nekelia in the sky cast an astonished glance at Mikhail, subsequently immediately entrusting her brother beside her,
"Elder brother, go help those slaves."
"Mm."
The unexpected items she witnessed today were already ample enough...
What exactly are this group of envoys from the Sanctuary here to do?
"Impressive ah, Mr. Mikhail! Since you possessed such an impressive item, why didn't you previously..."
Looking at that extremely spectacular scene, Gou Wen clicked his tongue in praise and patted Mikhail's shoulder, yet abruptly upon contact, he solely then discovered Mikhail's entire body seemingly uncontrollably shivering.
"Mikhail?"
Gou Wen's complexion changed, looking at that Mikhail still raising his right hand suspended in mid-air. Yet he uniquely witnessed his expression stiff, both eyes seemingly having broken through human limits, constantly jumping within their eye sockets, bursting forth with all sorts of text Gou Wen couldn't comprehend.
And within Mikhail's vision, those illusory notification texts brought by the numerous Prosthetic Bodies implanted within his body since adulthood were rapidly disappearing. The turbulent Tree Continent before his eyes, the matter of transmigrating to another world, seemingly all were completely ignored by his brain...
He rigidly maintained raising his right hand, uniquely witnessing the scenery before his eyes covered bit by bit with grayish-white. Faintly dropping from the sky like goose feathers, frost and snow carrying the stench of engine oil... That frost and snow, unknown if mixed with nuclear radioactive elements, couldn't be seen outside New Moscow City, yet for some unknown reason, his memory of it remained invariably this profound.
It's snowing in New St. Petersburg again.
He thought thus.
【Warning! Warning!】
【Mental threshold has elevated to dangerous levels, please immediately inject blocker!】
Re-shifting focus back to that Fisher running entirely alone toward the other direction of the forest. Accompanying his rapid running amidst the thicket, the Death around his body seemingly already possessing physical form then Followed Like A Shadow pursuing him. Amidst Glaring Like A Tiger gazes, it seemingly desired to completely devour him.
Why did Death abruptly generate mutations targeting himself?
Amidst such wild dashing carrying contemplation, he failed to notice the slightest bit that upon the towering giant trees slightly swaying amidst the earthquake in his surroundings, deep purple flowers began slowly growing out. Those flowers seemingly desired to bore through the surrounding trees, causing that purple brilliance to spread through the trees bit by bit. Subsequently, from that purple brilliance, an invisible smoke carrying a certain extremely faint floral scent burst forth bit by bit.
The faint floral scent was masked by the terror of the earthquake, soundlessly spreading toward Fisher, completely wrapping him within, yet he remained utterly oblivious.
Not until his footsteps slowly halted within the forest did he abruptly discover the surroundings had surprisingly bizarrely quieted down; even the earthquake had stalled.
"It's over?"
He furrowed his brows. That heart-palpitating sensation identically dissipated bit by bit, rendering him quite puzzled why this time was overcome so easily.
"Fisher?"
Right while he was puzzled, behind him, an extremely familiar voice abruptly transmitted, instantaneously rendering his back stiff.
That was a female voice, the tone revealing her unexpectedness and astonishment at seeing him here, yet invariably incapable of concealing her high-pitched, fiery, and passionate characteristics...
Fisher twisted his head blankly, uniquely witnessing not far behind himself, a Dragon-kin wearing red armor was staring at him in astonishment,
"Rapha... ela?"
"Fisher, you've returned!"
Raphaela wore a suit of armor, that pair of horns atop her head representing her scorching soul instantaneously rendering Fisher seemingly returning to his time together with her in the Southern Continent previously. Presently, she seemingly matured quite a bit more compared to when she left him, yet remained invariably that tsundere and adorable.
Her delight at seeing him was displayed by her swaying dragon tail behind her, yet she desired to feign a bit of reserve, not wanting Fisher to witness her immature and extremely hyperactive side.
Yet she identically couldn't endure it.
She pursed her lips, looking at the Fisher blanked out in place. Her eye sockets grew increasingly red, finally unable to suppress herself from running toward Fisher. While running, the scales upon her body flattened layer by layer, transforming precisely in this manner into a docile appearance before her beloved person.
"Why did you return this late? I've already driven all the Southern Continent invaders back, additionally signing a peace treaty with humans. Now I've finally settled down, I wanted to go find you, but you seemingly completely vanished, nobody knew where you went..."
She looked at him with red eyes, extending her dragon claws to caress his cheeks. That genuine, warm sensation caused Fisher's body to tremble slightly. Looking down, the Steam carrying her body fragrance identically permeated, seemingly desiring to completely engulf his consciousness.
"Incorrect, I am currently in the Tree Continent of the past. You shouldn't appear here, Raphaela."
He fell silent for a moment. That ominous heart-palpitating sensation surged anew. He gently extended his hand and grabbed Raphaela's extended hand, slowly lowering it, dodging her astonished and disappointed face,
"What... what are you talking about ah, this is the Southern Continent, I even thought you returned to find me... where are you going, Fisher!"
Fisher twisted his head and was about to leave. The Raphaela behind him, conversely unresigned to him leaving just like this, stared blankly slightly, instantaneously extending her hand and grabbing his arm, wanting to pull him in place. Yet the heart-palpitating sensation in Fisher's heart grew increasingly heavy, making him progressively realize something was amiss.
"Raphaela, let go, there's a problem here..."
"What problem? Do you know how long you've been gone? Do you know how long we've been separated? I waited for you for so long, you finally returned with great difficulty, why must you leave again?! Did you fundamentally never think of me during this period? Did you find another woman somewhere else anew... could it be you were merely playing with me?! You clearly are my Tail-Compatible Partner Fisher, wu wu wu, don't go..."
Hearing Raphaela's sobbing behind him, Fisher clearly knew this scene was highly likely fake, an illusion caused by unknown reasons, yet unable to articulate whether it was due to guilt or otherwise, his footsteps instantaneously halted in place.
"Raphae..."
"Fisher, I've sobered up. Have you prepared the wedding ring for me? Although we are already married, but it absolutely won't do without a ring..."
Fisher's words Abruptly Ended. He raised his head blankly, abruptly feeling a layer of bone-piercing frost surfacing upon the ground, causing coldness to generate down his spine.
He raised his head to look, uniquely witnessing Valentiina exiting from the forest ahead stretching her waist. She carried a smile, still immersed in the afterglow of recently waking from sleep, yet very swiftly witnessed him, as well as the Raphaela behind him.
"Who is this?"
She stared blankly slightly. That delighted expression upon seeing Fisher faded bit by bit, extremely swiftly spreading a terrifyingly cold meaning from the bottom of her heart.
Clearly everything was illusory, yet for some unknown reason, the guilty sensation in Fisher's heart absolutely couldn't be faked.
"Zzzt zzzt zzzt!"
Behind him, some steam sound akin to boiling water sizzled "zzzt zzzt". If the Valentiina ahead was the extreme cold Northern Realm scenery, then the Raphaela behind him was the Southern Continent's most scorching magma.
"So... so it was like this... You left the Southern Continent for so long and didn't return to find me, it turned out you went to find another female ah..."
Raphaela looked blankly at the distant Valentiina. The flattened dragon scales upon her body dangerously stood erect bit by bit, from which burst forth extremely scorching high-temperature Steam. She gnashed her teeth looking at Fisher's back; pausing for two seconds, she additionally raised her eyes to look at the identically vigilant Valentiina in the distance,
"Since it's like this, don't blame me for getting rough, Fisher. I am already no longer that little dragon from back then."
Fisher swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain something to the Raphaela already upon the brink of wrath, yet extremely swiftly he comprehended again: everything before his eyes was fake. Resolving this illusory Scene of Fierce Conflict wasn't what he ought to do. What he truly ought to do is quickly free himself from this illusion.
Illusion?
Was this produced because of the mutated Death Rule? It prophesied his potential method of death in the future, thus advancing it to the present?
No no no, this sounds truly too sci-fi. Fisher felt the reason was definitively not thus.
Then could someone else have struck at him?
But did he provoke anyone coming here? Seemingly not either.
Thinking back and forth, exclusively the mutated Death Rule could better explain the current circumstances.
Yet before the chaotic thoughts within Fisher's brain could be sorted out by him, beside the forest edge, silhouettes he couldn't be more intimately familiar with additionally distinctly emerged successively.
"Teacher Fisher?"
First was the timid Jasmine; her body was additionally slightly soaking wet, unknown if she had just emerged from the sea.
"Mm, why would a human like you appear here? Quite rendering me unexpectedly aww..."
Second was Eliog dozing upon a tree; she comfortably yawned "gulu gulu", those eyes resembling fire snakes very swiftly witnessing the other females present.
The degree of danger ascended several tiers yet again, yet still insufficient, because in the following second, Fisher abruptly perceived a dense killing intent.
He twisted his head back blankly, uniquely witnessing not far behind himself, Elizabeth holding a short blade in hand was tilting her head looking at him.
Her empty golden irises first reflected Fisher's silhouette, subsequently identically the other females standing beside him.
One, two, three...
Accompanying the silhouettes of the ladies within the forest entering her empty irises one by one, her killing intent could no longer be suppressed, unreservedly pouncing toward Fisher.
"Heh, that one from the Northern Realm wasn't adequate, it turned out you still possessed this many ah... What are you going to do? Are you going to ask me to share with them? This is identically fine, then give me your head. I solely want your head, alright, Fisher?"
"..."
Fisher's expression remained calm, yet a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead inauspiciously.
Seemingly even if an illusion, the impact of this scene upon him remained too massive.
He pursed his lips, uttering an apology from the bottom of his heart to all the ladies present. Subsequently, uttering not a single word, he twisted his head and ran, completely ignoring the females appearing within this illusion.
"Fisher!!"
The voices of the ladies behind him faded bit by bit into the distance. Within the dense primitive jungle, that fierce earthquake halted bit by bit. Fisher's silhouette fleeing entirely alone was so conspicuous.
Looking carefully, where were there any terrifying ladies and Scene of Fierce Conflict behind him?
What remained was merely layers of hazy, bizarre floral scent imperceptibly revealing deep purple.
(End of this chapter)