The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 510: Overcast Rain

Gabriel and Eimhart, similarly outside the atmosphere, were also like this. But what was different from the other Angels was that the Archangel renowned for Wisdom and Observation had her unique methods.

Under the anxious Eimhart's repeated entreaties, she still placed an illusory eye hanging behind herself before Eimhart's eyes, allowing him to see the specific situation below through the power of the Demigods before his eyes.

Eimhart, deeply worried about Fisher, hastily aimed the single eye upon his book cover at that illusory eye. Staying within Gabriel's embrace just like this, he looked toward below.

He very quickly saw that continuously Collapsing ground. That fully erupting Chaos and Authority of Death were suppressed together, currently being urged by the power of the Demigods to retract back beneath the ground. Looking from afar, those columns of fire and Chaos continuously taking root beneath the ground were identically like a lethal tumor, boring a lethal threat into this world.

Looking at that terrifying scene below, for some unknown reason, the very first noun to pop out inside Eimhart's brain was exactly "Baimon."

He abruptly recalled the things he had once seen inside Baimon's library in the Abyss. He seemingly had once seen the structure of the [Dynasty] the Demons resided within. Directly beneath the Dynasty, was precisely the [Abyss] stationed by [Agreas] and [Baal].

And that [Death Rune] Fisher held in his hand previously was exactly what flowed out from the hands of the Demon God Agreas. Eimhart had known this point since very long ago, even if Fisher didn't say it.

But as for why he couldn't divulge the slightest fraction, it was exactly like how he couldn't divulge those secrets he had seen at Baimon's residence.

The first reason was: at that time when he was being bullied by Baimon, the majority of the knowledge he sneakily saw had been beaten out of him. Those left behind, which couldn't be beaten out of him no matter what, were also locked down by the restrictions Baimon left behind.

"It... it's Bai... uh... ah ah..."Mumbling, Eimhart just wanted to open his mouth to say something, but that fear originating from deep within his interior caused him to shut his mouth all at once.

He abruptly recalled some vague, piecemeal memory fragments from something, seemingly matters from before he lost his memories.

Exactly like what he had previously spoken of, he absolutely didn't remember who he was created by, nor did he remember how he became lost from within the Sanctuary. Even the Holy Progenies he worshipped merely had an extremely blurred impression left behind inside his brain. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so disappointed after truly seeing the Holy Progenies. In his eyes, only this Angel Gabriel still counted as a good Holy Progeny.

It was just that at this exact moment, a little bit of an extremely blurred fragment of unknown specific meaning abruptly flashed back inside his brain, seemingly originating from the time before he lost his memories and became lost from the Sanctuary.

The information of that fragment was extremely scarce; he only felt as if there was some existence currently gazing at him.

That was a pair of smiling blue-gold eyes. Eyebrows curved, filled with playful teasing...

It was clearly such an ordinary fragment, yet it made Eimhart feel extreme terror. Even though he clearly still stayed within Gabriel's embrace, he nonetheless trembled uncontrollably from head to toe.

"Haha... hah..."

"Nob, Nob, what's wrong with you?"

Gabriel, who had been extremely sluggish just now, after feeling the fear of Eimhart in her embrace, hastily lowered her head to look at him worriedly, not understanding what exactly was wrong with him...

But the nearly collapsed Eimhart struggled up. That [Restriction] transcending time and space, transcending everything, stopped him from speaking everything out, but at least there were still some words he could say,

"Mom... quickly... find Fisher. If we let him stay beside Bai... uh... again, he'll definitely be finished... If he's finished, I won't live either, wu wu wu!"

Gabriel reached out her hand and rubbed his book cover. Subsequently, from the corner of her eyes, she looked at the Dragon Continent below which was being intervened by the two Demigods.

"There there... Nob..."

Countless pairs of illusory eyes behind her back constantly scanned indiscriminately across Dragon Tail Island, as if thousands and hundreds of pairs of eyes were simultaneously staring fixedly at everything upon Dragon Tail Island. Very quickly, she discovered that Fisher who was currently plummeting continuously in midair, while also still hugging the heavily injured and fragile Helaire within his embrace.

He constantly attempted to stretch out the Fluid Sword in his hand. But what was devastated by Chaos was definitely not merely Fisher. Not just anyone could be safe and sound like Fisher after experiencing the pollution of Chaos.

The Fluid Sword had already withered. Fisher's physical condition was also not optimistic. Previously, in order to escape the Demigods' attack radius, it caused them to fly bizarrely high. He completely didn't know if David was acting out of retaliation for Fisher's prior impoliteness, or if he was acting out of helplessness.

In short, Fisher's current condition was indeed very dangerous.

Within the Universe, Gabriel, hugging Eimhart, was Motionless identically to a wooden puppet. After a moment, she gently raised her own right hand. At this time, the countless eyes behind her back all began to become extremely bright, symbolizing the power she was urging.

"Tick tock... tick tock... tick tock..."

Within the vacuum of the Universe, the fluctuations triggered by that power plummeted bit by bit. As they entered the atmosphere, they gradually formed crisp sounds one after another, like raindrops landing on the ground.

Hugging the fully unconscious Helaire in midair, Fisher ground his teeth tightly. Looking at the land completely devastated below, he wasn't clear if a heavily injured Mythic Rank dropping down from such a high place would encounter any mishaps.

No matter what, it'd also be very painful, right?

Right when he made up his mind, orienting his own back toward the ground, his ears abruptly heard those crisp clear sounds one after another.

Astounded, he looked around his surroundings, yet saw illusory eyes one after another currently gazing at himself. Immediately following, he was enveloped by a burst of extremely soft and gentle power. That power originated from beyond the heavens, passing through the lockdown of the aftermath of the Demigods' powers, causing the swiftly plummeting Fisher's speed to decelerate bit by bit.

"Rumble rumble rumble!"

That power hoisted up the originally plummeting Fisher, becoming airborne once again, sending them toward the direction of Dragon Heart Continent further north, far away from Dragon Tail Island.

Inconceivably looking around his surroundings, he ultimately looked at the sky behind him.

And behind them, the all-out strikes of the two Demigods had finally yielded results as well.

The scale of the Chaos stubbornly suppressed by the two Demigods shrank bit by bit, visible to the naked eye. In passing, the Death linked together with it below was also slowly pressed back down into the depths of the earth, beginning to become tranquil.

At the same time, the power of the Chain of Heaven within the Chaos also began to exhibit its efficacy.

The Chaos began to solidify bit by bit, continuously stripped away from its restlessness. The destructiveness property of the Chaos began to decay. The aura of Life beginning to brew from within those columns of fire was able to perceive this point.

Feeling the power of Chaos begin to decay and withdraw from this world, regardless of whether it was the World Tree or the Dragon God, both involuntarily felt a burst of joy. This signified their stratagem had already succeeded.

Regardless of whether it was Death or Chaos, at this exact moment, both had thoroughly quieted down. Only those columns of fire—which had Collapsed back down beneath the ground, seemingly communicating with the Abyss deep at the planet's core, ragingly burning, and currently birthing some kind of powerful life via the power of the Chain of Heaven—wordlessly explained everything that had once occurred here.

The Dragon God contracted his wings, slowly landing back onto the ground. Subsequently raising his eyes, he exchanged a gaze with the massive golden eye right in the center of that giant tree upon the vault of heaven.

Although everything had quieted down, but regardless of whether it was the World Tree or the Dragon God, both their eyes were entirely full of dissatisfaction towards the other party at this moment.

High above in the Universe at this time, Eimhart, paralyzed limp within Gabriel's embrace, felt the dissipation of the terrifying powers below. He also finally recovered a bit. Yet still extremely weakly, he looked toward below, asking toward Gabriel,

"Mom, where... did Fisher go?"

Gabriel didn't open her mouth. She merely raised an illusory eye, placing it before his chest. Within that eye, it very quickly revealed Fisher, who was currently distancing himself from the dispute, distancing himself from Dragon Tail Island, and concurrently also distancing himself from Eimhart and Gabriel.

Eimhart's eyes widened a bit. That originally Weak And Feeble physical body also lifted up. Turning his head back to look at Gabriel, he uncomprehendingly asked,

"Mom, why... why didn't you let Fisher come to our place... Or rather, us going to his place also works. He's very dangerous right now; I absolutely must..."

Facing Eimhart's inquiry, the Gabriel who usually had a response for every single matter bizarrely went silent. She just watched Eimhart quietly like this, watching him until his voice grew softer and softer.

It wasn't until a long while had passed that Gabriel suddenly opened her mouth.

"Nob... wants to go... beside Fisher. Furthermore... won't be returning."

This was a declarative sentence. Even with Gabriel's rigid tone of voice, Eimhart was also able to hear certainty and danger from it.

Opening his mouth, he didn't dare respond for a short period of time. But in his heart, he knew perfectly well: Gabriel's words were correct.

He wanted to return to Fisher's side. He still had to follow Fisher to return to the future too. It was impossible for him to forever stay together with this Holy Progeny who had lost her child...

Gabriel just looked at him expressionlessly like that. Subsequently, hugging him tightly into her embrace, pressed together with the gemstone transfigured from the corpse of her departed infant beside her.

Disregarding Eimhart's volition, she turned her head and immediately flew toward the depths of the Universe.

Not heading toward the Sanctuary. Not heading toward any specific place. But toward the [Boundary of Matter] created by the powerful life Ouyun—which was exactly the depths of the Universe standing as the edges of this world.

"Wait! Mom, where are you taking me?! Wait!"

"Nob, cannot leave Mom. There there, Nob..."

Very quickly, Gabriel transfigured into a flash of shooting light, vanishing amidst outer space.

"Pitter-patter."

"Drip drip."

"Tick tock."

Time elapsed bit by bit. At this moment, peace and tranquility reigned above the Dragon Heart Continent, as if that great catastrophe that appeared at the southern tip of this place a few days ago entirely didn't exist whatsoever. This wasn't surprising either: upon the Dragon Continent devoid of any unified structural organization or any connections, the lamplights of civilization resembled feeble, tiny specks of starlight, mutually scattered and sprinkled into the primordial darkness. Connecting them was solely The Weak Are the Prey of the Strong.

Therefore, for the humans residing within the Dragon Heart Continent, naturally there didn't exist anyone who would distantly come over to inform them of the matters occurring in the distant south.

Or rather, even if they knew, there wasn't any significance either. They still had to hunt, careful about being targeted by other dangerous high-Tier Demi-human Race hunters, living days of fastening their heads to their waistbands.

Today it rained anew, rendering a human settlement of the smallest possible scale with a touch of boisterousness different from ordinary days.

A few houses constructed from tree wood circled into a small ring, forming a tiny plaza. At the center of the plaza, three sections of simple wooden planks stood upon the ground. The leftmost wooden plank was inserted into a beast's bone, symbolizing the food and competition of the Humanoid Tier. The centermost wooden plank was inserted into a human's skull, symbolizing the pure death brought about by the Transcendent Tier. The rightmost wooden plank was inserted upon offerings of all sorts of varieties, symbolizing the irresistible Mythic.

At this time, all the humans inside the settlement were extremely quietly squeezed within their respective houses, carefully looking at the Patriarch's house in the distance. Even the master of that house, the human Patriarch, was standing outside, looking at that side.

For no other reason than because a few days ago, two guests had arrived in their settlement.

Frightening guests... no, deities.

"Creak..."

At this time, facing the heavy rain, that house door was abruptly pushed open. Before the humanoid silhouette inside had even been revealed, the humans outside all knelt down uniformly, deeply afraid of enraging this deity who came from afar to Exterminate them Completely.

"Lord Deity, good afternoon. Please allow us to offer our most sincere greetings. Your mighty stature is exactly like the fangs and claws of a Lamakria Beast, it is so..."

"Alright, each go to rest. There's no need to be this terrified. I will prepare the food for tonight."

"Thank you for the Lord Deity's bestowed favors!"

Facing the thanks of these "ancient humans," Fisher's face slowly revealed a sliver of speechlessness.

Yes, this "deity" who arrived at this place a few days ago was exactly Fisher and Helaire who were sent here by Gabriel. Fisher originally wanted to find an even quieter place to rest, but Helaire wanted to stay behind, saying that it being a bit noisy helped recover her injuries.

What kind of crooked logic was this?

Although those humans also didn't have any leeway for refusal in front of the two people with super high Tiers, even if Fisher looked identical to them. However, after Fisher carried back the prey they would take a whole month to hunt back on the very first day, this kind of stay then transformed into a two-way journey.

Having finished dismissing the people outside, Fisher turned around and returned to the room. His expression was somewhat not very good-looking, because the condition of Helaire inside the room was still not optimistic.

At this time, lying upon several layers of animal hides, her complexion was extremely weak, while she concurrently also looked at Fisher with a smile. Seeing her kick away the blanket beside her anew, Fisher couldn't resist reaching out his hand to re-cover it upon her body.

"Covering this kind of thing or not is totally irrelevant for Mythical Species. Instead of covering me with a blanket, it'd be better for your complexion to look a bit nicer~"

Fisher's hand clutching the blanket stagnated slightly. Subsequently, he glanced at her. The expression upon his face also thawed accompanying it.

"At that time, I was sent to this side by some kind of power, and right now I also can't contact anyone either. I don't know how Karasawa, Mikhail, and Gou Wen are doing. Moreover, Pandora fermented such a massive mistake, multiple Elves perished, and it even touched off the World Tree and Dragon God. This matter's not going to finish this easily. You..."

Before he finished speaking his words, the Helaire beside him acted identically to not being able to hear him, closing her eyes with a pale face, donning an appearance of being on the verge of fainting.

When it first began, Fisher, who was quite worried for her physical condition, would still experience sudden cardiac arrests. Now that two to three days had passed, he considered he had figured it out: although this fellow's body was currently not good, generally speaking, her acting like this was all pretended—solely for the sake of not listening to him discuss these things.

Fisher watched her speechlessly. A long while later, identically to admitting defeat, he sighed a breath, saying,

"I also admire you. You almost died over there, did you know that? So relaxed, still treating it as if absolutely nothing happened... Your heart is truly large as well."

Hearing Fisher shift the topic, she immediately opened her eyes and stopped pretending. Merely smiling while tilting her body to the side slightly. The silk threads of Chaos upon her body were no longer proliferating, yet there was absolutely no intention of receding either, just remaining upon her body like that, causing Fisher to involuntarily linger his gaze.

She turned her body slightly. Those scattered blue-gold pupils hid within her golden bangs just like that. She opened her mouth softly,

"Because compared to this, isn't the two of us staying together much better than needing to ponder those? Moreover, aren't I still not dead yet? At that time you were so courageous, jumping down to rescue me... Although it was very uncomfortable back then, my memory of it is very profound... I will never, ever forget."

Exhaling a fragrance like orchids, she just watched him while carrying watery pupils like that, causing Fisher to involuntarily blank out for a moment,

"...It was merely a momentary impulse, that's all."

"Oh, really?"

"Really. I'm actually a bit regretful right now."

Helaire didn't follow up verbally, smiling while squinting, accurately like she wanted to see completely through that tiny bit of inner thoughts of his.

Perhaps worried about his own unnaturalness being seen through, Fisher switched to another topic anew,

"Speaking of this, that sea of Chaos poses that level of massive harm to all other creatures. Even the Transferred Persons who have such a good affinity with Chaos are unable to endure it. Why... am I safe and sound after personally jumping into the midst of it? Furthermore, you also don't look like you have any major problems..."

Fisher looked at the Helaire before his eyes. She merely pursed her lips, shaking her head as she replied,

"I'm also not too clear. Do you have any clues?"

Remaining silent for a short while, Fisher suddenly said,

"Gui."

"Gui? That Elf?"

"Ah, back when I was advancing to the Mythical Rank, I met Gui. She said I was very special, because back at the Tree Continent, in order to rescue you, I detonated the Chaos sealed within my body, yet was still safe and sound. So only then did she notice me again... This time is the same as well. With me coming into such close contact with Chaos, yet identically perfectly fine. The reason lies in... perhaps my body truly possesses some sort of Trait that neither myself nor others have ever perceived..."

Helaire squinted with a smile as she looked at the deeply pondering Fisher before her. Within those scattered pupils, Fisher's silhouette was reflected. After pausing for a moment, she abruptly seemed to burst out with a stroke of inspiration. Clapping her hands, she said,

"I know!"

"...What do you know again?"

"I know why I've been eroded by Chaos yet suffer no major problems!"

"...Why?"

Crying "Ow, ow" while struggling to sit up properly, Helaire subsequently pointed smilingly at the Fisher before her and said,

"Because of you, ah."

"Because of me?"

"Did you forget? That night in the Ideal State, you gave me so, so much energy of lo... mmm hm mm!"

Before she could even finish her words, Fisher covered her mouth with a blackened face. For the currently weak her, she fundamentally had absolutely no power to resist. As a result, Fisher very easily succeeded.

"Stop spewing nonsense."

"Mmm mhm..."

She blinked her eyes innocently toward Fisher, signifying that she truly was rationally analyzing. Looking at her pitiful little eyes, Fisher also couldn't help but start doubting himself.

Could it be that he truly was exactly this special, and could even share this specialty out via some methods?

Right when Fisher was pondering, that loose white robe of Helaire's slipped down bit by bit, revealing the hideous appearance upon her body from being polluted by Chaos.

Merely seeing those dreadful wounds, Fisher felt his heart ache. Consequently, he gently released Helaire's mouth, slowly supporting her down to lie flat.

After remaining silent for a short while, he abruptly inquired,

"You're so clever, didn't you suspect anything back then when Pandora and Remiel told you to go together to that Karst Cave?"

The Helaire lying upon the bed smiled toward him and replied,

"I realized it, ah... However, the two of them are Nineteenth-Tier existences. Even if I realized it, there wouldn't be any methods, right? Furthermore, I still harbored a bit of survivor's bias, so that's why... Well, and besides, hadn't you still not expelled Death back then? Mhm, looking from the results, isn't this still decent?"

At this time, Fisher abruptly recalled her holding the Holy Grail high towards himself back then, while lying in the vast ocean of Chaos...

Perhaps identical to her, he supposed his self also wouldn't be able to forget the scene from back then, right?

He didn't open his mouth, only squeezing her hand.

Powerless to resist, Helaire just allowed him to do exactly in this manner. She solely opened her mouth and spoke to him,

"Fisher, I want to rest now."

Fisher lowered his head to look at her, yet saw that she had already closed both eyes while squinting into a smile, exactly facing her like that.

He knew what Helaire's so-called "want to rest" meant. Consequently, after a moment's silence, he also tilted his body down, embracing Helaire's icy cold physical body into his embrace.

After being hugged inside Fisher's embrace, it was unknown if it was a misconception, Fisher constantly felt the Crown upon her head abruptly turned several degrees brighter.

Her body had no excess strength. She just leaned softly in his embrace; solely her head could lightly budge to rub against him, seemingly expressing her own comfort.

Yes, for these few days of rest, she had constantly been pressed together with Fisher.

Fisher didn't want to rest, nor did he close his eyes. He merely reached out his hand, caressing her back and hair on one side, sizing up her quiet sleeping visage on the other.

Right amidst this silent appraisal, Fisher nevertheless opened his mouth anew,

"Next time, still better not do it like this."

"Not do what?"

Helaire yawned, replying exactly identically to a kitty opening its mouth.

"Just precisely that kind of risky matter from before."

"Why?"

"Perhaps it's because I'm comparatively greedy. For all kinds of dangers, I have preparations. So even if something happens to me, I also wouldn't mind... But if it's you..."

"Feel at ease, my beloved..."

Helaire abruptly interrupted Fisher's words. Squinting in a smile, she opened her sluggish, blue-gold scattered eyes. Awfully sincerely, she said,

"Even if this world is finished, nothing will happen to you either."

"..."

Fisher froze slightly. Subsequently scanning a glance at the wounds over her entire body up and down, he reached his hand out again and gave her a flick to the head,

"Hiss, so painful~"

"The habit of being arrogant, you should still rectify it as early as possible."

"Yes yes yes..."

"Be~loved~"

The overcast rain drizzled outside, identical to an indescribable singing voice, expressing its pleasure known to absolutely no one.

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