novelraw Chapter 435: Helaire
Chapter 435: Helaire
Amidst the dense primitive jungle, that deep purple invisible floral scent spread bit by bit, laying out a boundless murderous intent causing Fisher's heart to palpitate considerably within this expanse of heaven and earth.
His Thirteenth-Tier physical stamina seemingly regressed to a Zero-Tier ordinary human level at this moment; regardless of how he ran, he couldn't escape the range of this forest, yet clearly he hadn't traversed such a lengthy distance when arriving.
"Fisher, where do you want to go?"
And simultaneously, that lady's voice behind him, seemingly akin to a death-urging talisman carrying pure killing intent, all the more rendered his scalp numb. He truly couldn't comprehend why he would end up in such a state currently. Clearly he hadn't even begun taking action yet he was about to be partitioned by these wolf-and-tiger-like females behind him?
Fisher clutched his chest; there Renee's sigil remained bright. Perceiving it identically continuing to exert its efficacy dispelling Death's pursuit, Fisher's flustered heart gradually settled down.
Stay calm; this is a past extremely remote from the era he lived in, Raphaela, Elizabeth, and Valentiina couldn't possibly appear.
They were invariably fake; what he ought to consider is how to break free from this situation instead of considering how to resolve the ill fortune of being Macheted... well, that might be what Fisher needs to consider later, but definitively not now.
"Fisher!!"
Right amidst his contemplation, the roaring sound of Steam abruptly transmitted from beside him. His pupils shrank slightly, twisting his head to look, uniquely witnessing Raphaela, wrapped in a cluster of air, fiercely diving down from an adjacent giant tree. With the momentum of a sudden thunderbolt incapable of being covered by ears, she harshly embraced him with sharp claws, rolling upon the ground for several circles and snapping quite a few tree trunks.
"Do you not even wish to explain to me anymore? Who are those women? When you were in the Southern Continent I exclusively heard of that one named 'Renee', how could so many people abruptly pop out? What wedding ring, explain it clearly to me!"Raphaela indignantly hoisted the white robe on Fisher's body, Hysterically pointing at the Valentiina exuding frost in the distance and inquiring thus to Fisher.
"This... is troublesome to explain..."
Fisher perfunctorily replied with a sentence. Knowing in his heart everything before his eyes was an illusion, naturally he wouldn't explain. He solely looked left and right speaking of other matters, attempting to locate the flaw of this illusion.
Up to the present, he utterly couldn't even comprehend exactly what this illusion was formed by. Explaining it with Death seemingly appeared somewhat pale; after all, based on the True God Hela's method of liquidation, Him utilizing such underhanded means of his own domestic affairs to liquidate him identically rendered one sufficiently speechless.
"Hah?"
Raphaela astonishingly stared at the extremely perfunctory Fisher beneath her. She tilted her head, the Steam upon her body growing increasingly scorching, as if capable of roasting a person cooked. Concurrently, the force of her grasping Fisher's white robe additionally grew increasingly immense,
"Alright ah... am I not even worthy of obtaining a single sentence of explanation from you? Fisher!"
"What is he explaining to you, he is my husband, treating who you are, what right do you have for his explanation?"
The Valentiina behind him identically carried a cold face, flapping her wings and flying toward this side. Fiercely grabbing the shoulder of the Raphaela sitting upon Fisher in a split second, she attempted to pull her away from Fisher's body, yet before tightening her grip, she was scalded by the extremely hot Steam upon the other party's body, retracting her hand.
"Husband? You say he is your husband?!"
"Yeah! Do you possess any objections?"
Raphaela looked at her with a gaze seemingly looking at a dead person. Valentiina identically unresigned to show weakness glared back. The terrifying atmosphere on the scene akin to dual heavens of ice and fire rendered Fisher feeling somewhat incapable of inserting a word even amidst an illusion.
He didn't look at the terrifying remote confrontation between the two ladies. He uniquely raised his head to look at the sky of the forest, yet abruptly discovered a bit of bright brilliance faintly appearing above the sky at this moment. Following the illumination of that light, the sky above exhibited a layer of purple fog he hadn't perceived previously, akin to the Tyndall effect.
That light revealing the true countenance of the purple smoke spread all the way above the forest, seemingly pointing toward a certain direction within the forest. In the unseen world, it seemingly was revealing the specific reason for the appearance of this illusion for him, guiding the direction of his advance.
"Move away!"
Right as Fisher narrowed his eyes and meticulously observed that faint purple smoke above, a female sound carrying bloodthirsty killing intent fiercely exploded in the direction Fisher's head was facing.
Fisher withdrew his line of sight to look, uniquely witnessing a red-eyed Elizabeth holding a blade rushing toward him heedless of all else akin to madness. She fiercely raised the blade with both hands aiming straight at his neck, surprisingly as if intending to directly cleanly partition it in two.
Facing that bloodthirsty blade light, Fisher's body fiercely stiffened. For some unknown reason, his Thirteenth-Tier physical Constitution appeared that inadequate before Elizabeth's blade. Clearly even if the other party fused with Gothrin's Blade, her physical Constitution fully calculated uniquely barely broke through the fifth-tier Transcendent Rank. Yet at this moment, unknown whether Fisher's reaction was slow or the other party's killing intent occupied the upper hand, in short, by the time he arduously tilted his head away, that blade dangerously brushed past Fisher's cheek, leaving an extremely dangerous bloodstain.
Fisher knew in his heart he could no longer hesitate; indulging in the illusion anymore like this, he would truly be caught up by Death.
"Puchi!"
He silently uttered an apology to Raphaela once more. Gritting his teeth, exploiting the interval while Raphaela was still confronting Valentiina, he abruptly kicked Raphaela's lower abdomen, kicking her away. Subsequently, fiercely rolling a circle upon the ground, looking at the Elizabeth ahead desiring to thrust anew, he dared not forcefully receive the other party's blade light anew, uniquely twisting his head and wildly dashing toward the direction of the purple smoke spreading above the sky.
"Fisher!!"
Elizabeth's screams behind him nearly shattered Fisher's eardrums. For some unknown reason, the behavior and mannerisms of the other ladies within this illusion felt flawed, uniquely the heart-palpitating sensation Elizabeth brought him couldn't be faked, as if even in Reality she would definitively execute such terrifying actions.
The scorching blood dripping upon his face reminded him of the critical danger at this moment. He dared not remain any longer within this bizarre illusion, wildly dashing toward the direction the light spread.
"Teacher Fisher..."
"Karasawa?"
Hearing that address unutilized by anyone for a long time yet recently reawakened anew, that faintly transmitting voice seemingly identically merged bit by bit with Asuka Karasawa's voice. Linking it to the past he was currently situated in, his first thought was Asuka Karasawa. Yet merely the instant this address exited his mouth, he perceived his body abruptly turn frail, his entire body's vitality constantly sapping away to the outside world.
"Karasawa? Who is Karasawa, is it the new student Teacher Fisher accepted?"
Running and running, Fisher arduously coughed and knelt upon the ground. He lowered his head, observing the pure black liquid constantly spreading upon the ground. Raising his head to look again anew, that Jasmine whose supple blue hair was dyed pure black since unknown when was quietly looking at him. The ability causing Fisher's vitality to be completely extracted just now seemingly was precisely the Curse she utilized...
But, is it truly like this?
"Today is truly... lively..."
Fisher looked at his palm. Perceiving that sensation of vitality sapping away bit by bit, he comprehended increasingly clearly: what caused all this wasn't these ladies before his eyes pursuing to kill him, identically not that Death pursuing from the future to the past.
The one truly taking action was someone else entirely.
He experienced the sensation of having vitality extracted by Jasmine's Curse when he was in Naris. Have to admit, although recalling that experience of instantaneously becoming old wasn't comfortable, it nonetheless distinguished the weirdness of Jasmine's attack for Fisher at this moment.
Fisher abruptly realized something. He touched his cheek scratched by "Elizabeth's" blade previously, leaving a bright red bloodstain on his hand. He stared at the bloodstain on his palm, abruptly raising his palm upward, exposing it to the illumination of the light above the sky.
Following the irradiation of that gentle light, Fisher observed the bloodstain on his hand change color bit by bit, revealing layers of brilliant purple from within...
As expected, he seemingly fell for a trick.
Yet the illusion before his eyes remained un-ended. Even if Fisher had already realized the trick of the person taking action against him, it invariably remained Of No Avail.
Within the primitive jungle, the shadows of the several ladies from before rustled out. They invariably possessed the most dazzling radiance within his memory, having once rendered him so fascinated. Even amidst this illusion brimming with murderous intent at this moment, it compelled Fisher to involuntarily desire to appreciate their everything...
"Fisher, aren't you going to explain to me a little, who are they?"
"Fisher, I won't be as soft-hearted as last time... this time I uniquely want your head, this is good for everyone, this way we will never be separated..."
"Teacher Fisher, who exactly is Karasawa?"
"Didn't expect not seeing you for so long, you are truly greedy aww, even more excessive than a Demon like me, can uniquely utter a 'good death' ah..."
Fisher smiled bitterly, feeling his body grow increasingly heavy. Accompanying his vitality eaten bit by bit by the vitality swallowed by that wound, the trace left by Renee at his chest identically abruptly turned bright. The Death suppressed by it identically entwined his body hungrily and thirstily, rendering him feeling exceptionally bone-piercingly cold.
"Renee..."
He lowered his head and murmured a sentence, yet situated in an era lacking her, naturally there wouldn't be any response.
"Renee?"
Yet in the next second, beside him, a playful and casual sound fiercely exploded beside his ear. He instantaneously opened his eyes, yet discovered the illusion before his eyes remained, yet before his eyes inexplicably squatted a beautiful lady with short golden hair wrapped in a layer of thin and warm morning light.
She was barefoot; stepping within the dust yet un-stained by a speck of dust. The gap of her white robe revealed her fair lotus-root arms. She uniquely supported her cheek single-handedly like this, looking playfully at him. She laughingly inquired with extreme gossipiness,
"Who is Renee? Another one of your female companions?"
"Helaire, why would you... incorrect, you aren't even female, isn't appearing here excessively inappropriate?"
Mind muddled, Fisher swept a glance at that cohort of ladies Glaring Like A Tiger approaching him before his eyes, shaking his head as if dizzy, speaking thus.
Hearing this, Helaire stared blankly slightly. After pausing a second, as if she had perceived some entirely Unbelievable words, she clutched her stomach and began laughing heartily. She extended the instep of her spotless bare foot to lift the dizzy Fisher's chin, lifting his obscured gaze bit by bit until he looked at her.
Following her loose white robe bearing a tiny bit of pleats, Fisher could uniquely clearly witness her tender calves, whereas her deeper recesses were obscured by the shadows covered by the white robe, rendering Fisher's already dizzy gaze even harder to capture exactly how the specific details within were...
If disregarding her excessive action, unknown whether a punishment or reward, if disregarding the wicked smile brimming with flirtation and playfulness upon her face, the Helaire carrying the warm morning light at this moment must undoubtedly be the Angel most conforming to the holy image of Angels within traditional impression, right?
Only a pity, there are no 'ifs' to speak of. Helaire seemingly identically minded not whether her behavior and mannerisms resembled legendary holy Angels.
Her fair tender toes poked Fisher's chin. Subsequently exclusively then retracting her right leg, looking at this hazy environment behind her, simultaneously stating to Fisher,
"This foolish appearance of yours is unexpectedly adorable呢, Fisher, much better than your usual stinky-faced appearance. If you identically could reveal such an expression when sober later on, who knows I might give you a tiny bit of reward?"
"Reward?"
"Mm, for example, I choose to transform into a female Angel, how about it?"
"..."
Fisher didn't reply, because in the next second, all the "ladies" before his eyes became extremely ferocious the instant they saw Helaire. Their bodies and faces densely grew out extremely terrifying purple lines, setting them off resembling certain monsters. Baring fangs and brandishing claws, they pounced toward the Helaire before their eyes.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
Yet aside from that extremely dazzling morning light, Fisher couldn't witness anything else anymore.
Amidst that dazzling yet not glaring morning light, Fisher closed his eyes. Waiting a second or two later before opening his eyes anew, everything regarding the illusion before his eyes had already vanished.
Raphaela, Elizabeth, Jasmine, Valentiina...
Aside from the Helaire beside him still remaining, the remainder of every lady entirely transformed into certain completely withered twisted branches. One among those branches even carried a smear of blood; seemingly the blade "Elizabeth" used to stab him just now was that branch.
That sensation of vitality sapping away at extreme speed within his body identically instantly vanished, carrying his originally muddled consciousness to float upward bit by bit, very swiftly regaining sobriety,
"What happened to me just now?"
The Helaire beside him crossed her arms, watching the Fisher who was still "adorable" just now regress turning back into his original "stinky-faced mode". She imperceptibly curled her lips, subsequently squatting down before him, opening her mouth to laugh,
"You were assaulted by an unknown existence just now. Conservative estimate, the one taking action possesses the Mythic Rank."
"Mythic Rank?"
Fisher rubbed his extremely pained head. He appeared somewhat Unbelieving, puzzledly asking,
"Does a Mythic Rank existence require such great lengths to kill me?"
"Indeed it isn't required, but I and another existence are still here."
Helaire cast a glance at that tall palace upon the giant tree within the Phoenix encampment, seemingly hinting at something.
Fisher panted a breath, touching Renee's sigil at his chest.
His conjecture wasn't wrong. Although the Death Rule experienced changes, yet hindered by Renee's sigil it utterly could do nothing to him, at most uniquely rendering him experiencing even greater misfortune. To truly kill him, someone else additionally must take action...
Yet what truly rendered Fisher feeling puzzled was, exactly who wanted to kill him?
He looked at the smiling Helaire before his eyes, for the first time feeling the terror of this seemingly quite improper Angel before his eyes.
That Mythic Species taking action against him so meticulously evidently held scruples toward Helaire as well as that un-specified existence within her mouth. If Fisher didn't guess wrong, that existence ought to be related to the Phoenix Race. Yet even with the other party acting so meticulously, it was invariably discovered by Helaire...
Fisher abruptly realized something, suspiciously inquiring thus to Helaire,
"You knew I would be assaulted? Who was the assailant? A certain Angel from the Sanctuary?"
"Wm, I told you already, you were slightly more adorable in your appearance just now... Ai, right, the reward I mentioned to you just now was real oh~"
"Reward, cough cough... what reward?"
Fisher's impression after falling for the trick just now was not highly clear, yet it hindered him not in realizing the sedimentary nature of the other party's words. At this moment, she seemingly wasn't a pure Angel anew, but rather a Demon adept at enticing people into depravity.
Hearing Fisher's question, Helaire smilingly tapped her chin. Subsequently, a single hand grabbed the extremity of her clothing, resembling both a robe and a skirt. Accompanying the gradual ascent of her action, her bare feet and calves were entirely anew revealed within Fisher's eyes, akin to the venomous snake enticing Adam and Eve to eat the apple within the Garden of Eden, provoking Fisher's Reproduction Desire entirely unmitigated after the "Machete Nightmare" just now...
She uniquely stated,
"Take a guess?"
(End of this chapter)