The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 485: A Human

Just as Gou Wen in the distance turned around to look at the murky night behind him, the night wind that seemed to have grown frantic gently brushed across the surrounding sandy ground. Even though he was so far away from the center of the battlefield at this moment, he could still feel a pain on his face as if it were being cut by a knife.

His brows furrowed slightly. The Golden Fluid Sword in his hand was retracted bit by bit, quickly returning to his hand from extremely far away.

But precisely at the same time, he noticed that the tip of the Golden Fluid Sword seemed to have been tainted with a speck of unknown pitch-black Matter. That Matter mixed the fragrant grass scent of Angel blood with an extremely pungent, irritating odor, causing the light in Gou Wen's eyes to involuntarily tremble...

"This is..."

In his eyes at this moment, that streak of black Matter clearly contained the deadly poison he created. Yet under the erosion of that deadly poison, that mass of Matter still maintained extremely high activity, bubbling continuously like boiling water.

"Ah... ah..."

Very quickly, Gou Wen realized those weren't bubbles. Because as the surface of that streak of black Matter continuously burst and reunited, bizarre scenes resembling small mouths quickly opened up on it.

Sorobato, isn't dead yet?!

As the small mouths on the black Matter continuously hissed and expanded towards Gou Wen, while feeling a surge of malignant chill, he fiercely flicked the blade in his hand to throw it off. And that Matter wasn't stuck very firmly, flying off effortlessly.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss!"But after that black Matter landed on the ground, the moment it merely touched the sand grains, it emitted an ear-piercing sound, like the noise of fingernails scratching a wall, and also like the violent evaporation of cold water splashed onto a furnace... Amidst the heavy echoes of that sound, Gou Wen seemingly heard in a daze a voice resembling an evil laugh and a raving murmur,

"Found... you... found you..."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

That hoarse, hideous black Matter continuously shrieked, like some sort of machine drumming up the wind, blowing the night wind around Gou Wen increasingly urgent and terrifying.

And the next moment, when he looked into the distance in Unbelievable shock, he couldn't help but be astounded.

Because under the curtain of that black night, a human figure completely corroded by deadly poison, struggling continuously while running, was ceaselessly expanding within his field of vision.

The frantic swirling winds and the coercion of Life Rank were secondary. What shocked Gou Wen even more at this moment was the other party's appearance.

That was an existence that couldn't be called a living creature, merely a "thing" based on a humanoid shape, fully covered in black sludge all over its body.

On the surface of that thing's pitch-black sludge, Holy Artifacts flickering with crimson life gospels continuously emerged, along with various organs popping up continuously like bubbles.

Feminine breasts and hair, masculine muscles and organs.

Sorobato's face emerged continuously, the expressions on his face Entirely Different from the original expressionlessness.

Extreme fury, ecstasy, sorrow, jealousy...

And what ultimately appeared amidst that Black Mud was a face finally similar to the original impression of Sorobato, a face covered in cracks like shattered ceramic. It was just that a crimson color that could be called "insanity" permeated those eyes.

"Do you think, you can kill me?! A bug not even of Mythic Rank, just relying on you and that crazy woman wife of yours? Stop joking around!!"

The Matter called "Sorobato" distorted bit by bit amidst extreme shrieks. Exactly taking advantage of this time, Gou Wen sharp-eyedly saw a Holy Artifact emitting red light within the other party's body.

That Holy Artifact curved like the horn of a black goat. Its entire body exuded a feeling that nauseated Gou Wen, yet mixed with the aura of Gospels...

That wasn't a failure. Sorobato forging life Holy Artifacts privately in violation of the Sanctuary's laws wasn't completely without results; he indeed succeeded, even if it was just one piece.

"I have already forged it! Even Michael cannot surpass me. None of them understand what a great achievement this is! You will be the first person to witness its greatness!"

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

As he spoke, the black goat horn Holy Artifact in the center of that puddle of Black Mud abruptly burst forth with crimson divine light. Along with it, the fierce wind of Sorobato's original energy once again formed swirling winds, overturning towards Gou Wen's main body at this moment.

Gou Wen didn't reply, merely feeling a chill all over his body. Subconsciously using all his strength, he fiercely stomped the ground and retreated backward.

But just as stated before, his rank had not yet reached Mythic. Neither his speed nor his strength could possibly withstand a strike from the other party.

"Rumble!"

In the next second, that robust swirling wind mixed with filth had already swept past. Gou Wen exerted all his strength to dodge but was still too late, only able to watch as that blade-like swirling wind scraped past his body, scattering patches of fresh blood.

"Cough!"

Gou Wen coughed explosively and tumbled very, very far across the shattered earth, dragging fragments of flesh and blood all the way before crashing into the land that had been practically softened by the slicing.

A trickle of murmuring fresh blood flowed down his forehead. But even so, he still looked up in Unbelievable shock at that hideous lifeform that had already arrived nearly a hundred meters away from him.

Is that Sorobato?

Should that be the face of an Angel?

No... that's not right...

In the next second, at this extremely close distance, Gou Wen could finally activate his Curse. Enhanced by his Qi-Viewing Mind's Eye, Gou Wen's gaze quickly pierced through the surface, seeing its internal structure.

But this look was no trivial matter; it almost made Gou Wen spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Gou Wen's eyes filled with bloodshot bit by bit. Nauseated, he covered his mouth, looking at that continuously squirming black Angel with a rather dazed expression, mumbling in Unbelievable shock,

"Is this... Chaos?"

Yes, what Gou Wen felt from Sorobato at this moment wasn't just that terrifyingly powerful Life Gospel Relic, but an Absolutely Unprecedented sense of Chaos.

He saw that at this very moment, any original Rules within the other party's body began to collapse, turning into a power Gou Wen couldn't analyze or understand. He couldn't feel anything, aside from that fatal danger.

But why would this Angel be tainted with Chaos?

Gou Wen was Unable to Understand Despite Much Thought. Logically speaking, he should have already died from poisoning at this moment, yet that power of Chaos dragged him to stand up again...

From Gou Wen's perspective, the other party's life at this moment also seemed to have been deconstructed, turning into another state Gou Wen could hardly recognize.

"My Holy Artifact, my precious, you saved me... Wonderful, you've been so quiet before, I thought it failed. I didn't expect it truly succeeded in the end, my Holy Artifact..."

At this moment, amidst that mass of Black Mud, Sorobato's alternately male and female voices continuously fluctuated, as if a person's voice was constantly wandering within the body, and also as if two people were constantly fighting for the right to speak.

"How could you? Does forging a life Holy Artifact get affected by Chaos?"

"Affected? No... no no no..."

Hearing Gou Wen's question from afar, the fractured face of Sorobato in that puddle of Black Mud twisted. As if rotating ninety degrees out of thin air, he looked straight at the Gou Wen before him. Step by step, he walked towards Gou Wen, explaining to him with an almost maniacal obsession,

"Chief God forbade the forging of life gospels to show partiality towards the life He created. But if even the gospel cannot be Complete, how can one reach the pinnacle of forging? Furthermore, from the moment life's ranks were forged, the levels between us were fixed. Bugs being integrated into the process of merging with the Dao is naturally a matter of course, and even more so for you and your wife. How ignorant, how narrow..."

The Black Mud on Sorobato's body continuously squirmed, as if demonstrating the principles and logic within, appearing so fanatical and excited. But looking at the deformed appearance of Sorobato before him, Gou Wen seemingly understood the reason why the Chief God prohibited throwing intelligent life into forging.

Does forging Life Gospel Relics invite the madness of Chaos?

But, why?

But now wasn't the time to explore the truth of forging with the Angel; he needed to figure out a way to escape from the predicament here.

Gou Wen suddenly felt somewhat regretful for not calling Fisher over to help. Although he was an old pervert, when he wasn't doing lewd things normally, he was still very reliable.

Well, honestly speaking, although Gou Wen developed colored glasses towards this guy because of a "daughter" in the future he hadn't even met face-to-face, he was a doctor after all. He deeply understood what kind of reproductive predicament this guy endured every moment.

Converting it, if he faced this issue himself, he might be making little Whale-kin with Xuan Can at the bottom of the sea every day, and perhaps even that wouldn't satisfy him... So, looking at it practically, Fisher himself might be in great pain and not actually enjoying it?

However, he was only an existence at the Fourteenth-Tier, not yet reaching the Mythical Rank. The two of them combined wouldn't be enough for Sorobato to beat up either.

Hindsight was useless. Gou Wen shook his head, throwing all the thoughts out of his mind. He merely thought somewhat optimistically that if he had a daughter in the future, then he would probably be fine this time. But racking his brains, he didn't know how to escape from this Angel plagued by Chaos.

Wait, if he really died this time, then how would Xuan Can's daughter come to be?

As Gou Wen thought about it, his eyes also turned red. He fiercely raised the Golden Fluid Sword in his hand, casting aside his usual refinement, and suddenly roared at the Black Mud Sorobato before him,

"Damn it, I'll risk it all! If Xuan Can is going to have a daughter, she can only have one with me!!"

"..."

Sorobato tilted his head. Even though victory was already in his grasp at this time, he still handn't understood what this Whale-kin was suddenly yelling about.

Could it be he went crazy because he was too desperate??

But he couldn't be bothered to waste time with this guy anymore.

"These other Angels have wasted so much time over the past ten thousand years, one by one. The Chief God and the Chain of Heaven spoke, and they regarded it as the golden rule. There isn't even a single brave one to forge such wonderful things, a bunch of fools... Whale-kin, quickly come accept your death. I need to return to the Sanctuary to to tell them of my achievement, my incomparable achievement!!"

Sorobato was nearly completely frantic. In the next moment, the countless swift winds could no longer hold back, plummeting down from the sky like runaway wild horses.

"Rumble!"

That terrifying power nearly pierced through the mountains and rivers. These few kilometers near the Ocean, as if struck by terrible luck, were successively crushed by the power of a Mythical Species, becoming devastated in silent grievance.

Gou Wen didn't retreat but advanced. Although he wasn't very good at fighting, his train of thought was incomparably clear.

Insufficient rank is insufficient; dodging is absolutely impossible. Rather than this, it's better to fight to the death.

He had already seen clearly; the other party's physical body was pretty much equivalent to complete death. The reason Sorobato was still alive now was entirely due to that Life Gospel Relic within his body. As long as he destroyed that thing, then in all probability he would...

"Buzz buzz buzz!!"

He lightly tapped the ground, gripped the fluid sword tightly, leaned forward, and fiercely thrust. With accelerating momentum, the sword tip was carried by the continuously extending fluid sword toward Sorobato.

But what was despairing was that amidst that storm-like fierce wind, the force of Gou Wen's extended fluid sword was like a leaf falling onto the water surface. Aside from splashing layers of ripples, it had no effect whatsoever.

"I said, bug, when I find your main body, it will be the time you die without a burial place..."

On the Black Mud, countless faces of Sorobato with different expressions continuously rotated, ultimately turning an excited face to the very front. That face looked straight at Gou Wen before it. At the same time, the countless fierce winds cut off his four limbs as easily as slicing vegetables.

"Pfft!"

"Come, Whale-kin, become my next masterpiece!"

Sorobato's shriek Arriving In Quick Succession with the binding Black Mud. And Gou Wen, whose four limbs were severed, had no time to mind his own pain. He hastily activated his Blessing, turning the fresh blood gushing from the severed limbs into some hard, unknown substance.

"Thud!"

Accompanied by an extremely dynamic sound, those four limbs that had barely severed were stuffed back into place like puzzle pieces, only they still drooped there, appearing not completely recovered.

Gou Wen let out a loud shout from the pain. But seizing this moment, his Consciousness pushed that fluid sword to fiercely dart into the other party's Black Mud body, fiercely entangling that glowing Life Gospel Relic.

But what was despairing was that the entangled Life Gospel Relic only emitted an extremely crisp sound, then violently flicked his fluid sword away with a jerk.

Bad!

Gou Wen, suspended in mid-air, turned pale. If this final strike had absolutely no effect...

Xuan Can, your husband meets his end!

"Life, ah, the gospel of life, let me hear your voice..."

Sorobato, who had nearly turned into a mass of Black Mud, looked maniacally at the pending Whale-kin being pulled closer and closer by himself. As the polluted light breeze and Black Mud wrapped him tighter and tighter, Sorobato also seemed to enter his usual most focused state of forging.

Angels were most adept at listening to the voices of materials. They would select the most suitable voice to integrate into their equipmen; thus this ability was called [Gospel].

Theoretically speaking, Michael believed this was the Resonance with the fragments of power rules existing within the materials.

Then, where was Sorobato listening for voices from at this moment?

"Ah, I hear it, I hear it..."

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Following a slightly ear-piercing sound, Sorobato finally seemed to hear the echoing reply he begged for.

Wait, that was a... hmm? A male voice?

"You... go die..."

Sorobato's maniacal expression froze slightly, then he looked towards the direction behind him in Unbelievable shock, as if the voice came from that direction.

And that direction was exactly the direction Fisher had departed earlier.

"What?"

Sorobato mumbled in Unbelievable shock. But in the next second, bizarre symbols suddenly emerged on his body.

They were inverted horizontal "8" symbols. Those symbols went from enormous at first and became smaller and smaller. Subsequently, near-frantic symbols continuously emerged from his Black Mud body.

Those symbols continuously reorganized within Sorobato's body until transforming into an unrecognizable scattered symbol resembling an eye pupil, as if dispersing then reuniting.

"No... my precious... where are you going... no..."

The instant he sensed that power, the Life Gospel Relic resembling a black goat horn at Sorobato's center suddenly wriggled its rear and drilled out from his body, then flew towards that direction without even a glance at him.

In that instant, all the painstaking effort Sorobato had poured his life into left him just like that, without turning back.

He couldn't even feel the power maintaining his life vanishing unknowingly, because at this moment, a grievance and incomprehension that wearing ten thousand cuckold hats couldn't begin to compare with had already overpowered his fear of death.

"Why..."

With the departure of that Life Gospel Relic, Sorobato's body, originally corroded until Completely Empty by Gou Wen's deadly poison, finally ushered in collapse.

Amidst his near-murmuring whispers, the perishing of a Mythical Species arrived so suddenly.

Everything of his turned to flying ash. Only a halo resembling an unplugged lightbulb landed on the ground, bringing along Gou Wen who had been bound previously, hitting the ground as well.

At this moment he was already on the verge of death. The damage caused by Sorobato was secondary; what was more terrifying was that he was still continuously enduring the erosion brought by the Chaos wrapping just now.

Gou Wen lying on the ground was eroded completely by Chaos little by little. He blinked his eyes, grasping tightly with gradually inhuman-looking fingers that golden blade engraved with his and his wife's names...

"Xuan Can..."

His chest lifted bit by bit. Just as the very last breath was about to exhale, rustling sounds suddenly transmitted from the previously restored silent surroundings.

Following that, within the periphery of Gou Wen's darkening vision, several human figures of different heights, weights, and thickness slowly appeared in the distance.

The one speaking was a cold female voice, as if it was a voice transmitting from within Gou Wen's mind...

"It seems it's already over."

"...Boss, are we really going over?"

Among them, the tallest shadow shook his head. Vaguely, Gou Wen saw a long elephant trunk swaying in front of him...

"Nonsense, haven't you heard a famous saying?"

At this time, another female voice, someone Gou Wen couldn't see speaking, came from behind those figures. That voice possessed a beautiful timbre, seeming to hold an indescribable sense of sunshine and infectiousness...

"What is it, Boss?"

The Elephant-Man Species heard previously responded somewhat honestly. Immediately after, from behind those figures, Gou Wen vaguely saw a shorter human figure stepping out.

And that seemed to be a human.

She sized up the terrifying battlefield over here, then said,

"The larger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish."