novelraw Chapter 584: Adding Chaos to Chaos
Chapter 584: Adding Chaos to Chaos
"..."
When Fisher remembered that he had Baimon's mark on his body, the Eliog he was holding changed from the originally cute demon girl like a kitten into an extremely scorching Hot Potato, making his movement of holding her extremely stiff, hard to move.
If Eliog's first sentence upon waking up wasn't this, perhaps Fisher wouldn't be this nervous. After all, his relationship with Eliog was relatively subtle. Among official demons, he only exclusively knew this one (Helaire didn't count at all). Although they had skin-to-skin intimacy, this feeling wasn't as passionate as with Raphaela and the others, but merely always lingered in his inner heart without dissipating.
Perhaps in Fisher's heart, Eliog wouldn't even care about his relationship with other ladies. Back when he was in Naris, she even encouraged him to release the heavily accumulated desires within his body. So when deciding to come to the Demon Dynasty to seek Eliog's help, he didn't even act cautiously regarding a potentially occurring Scene of Fierce Conflict, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to bring Jasmine along.
But when Eliog spoke out this sentence related to Helaire while Sleepy-Eyed, Fisher acutely perceived a trace of hostility in her words. Like having a nightmare that disgusted people, full of anger yet having nowhere to vent it out because it was a dream...
Of course, Fisher was very clear, all of this was about to turn into Reality.
She seemed dissatisfied that he had Helaire's mark on his body. And now, the In a Dilemma Fisher holding her couldn't help but enter a brief brainstorm.
But evidently, the temporary daze just now was merely a momentary negligence of Eliog, this Demon God who had slumbered for a long time. As the Demon God in charge of war, she possessed an acute reaction like instinct.
Yet he saw in his embrace, the expression of the Eliog who had just closed her eyes again preparing to sleep comfortably froze slightly. Like Realizing After the Fact, her nose sniffed slightly. The arrowhead tail wrapped around Fisher's waist also wrapped tighter and tighter, as if confirming the existence of his physical entity.
Within Fisher's peripheral vision, the flame on her arrowhead tail also grew larger and larger from the size of a fingertip, until transforming to the size of two tennis balls before barely stopping...And this also meant, her mind was becoming increasingly clear.
In the next moment, the "purr" sound transmitting from the depths of her throat came to an Abrupt End. Following closely, her previously closed eyes also slowly opened simultaneously, flashing with a bright color like magma, locking eyes with the Fisher who was lowering his head looking at her.
"Awwroo, Fisher?"
After a moment of silence, she yawned again, speaking like this.
"Good morning, Eliog."
"..."
After she nodded, she didn't respond. Instead, taking advantage of that slightly parted lips movement, she took a bite on his chest. Although those scorching teeth didn't break through his defense, it made Fisher feel slight pain. But he didn't let go of her. Waiting until her own body struggled slightly, Fisher only then released his hands, allowing her to land lightly on the ground. Tapping both feet on the scorching Castle ground, she stretched.
Behind, the fire pillar formed by her main body continued to sway uninterruptedly. The faint light brought by the fire within fell upon her back, like a total solar eclipse leaving behind a Heroic And Valiant Posture yet unclad shadow for Fisher.
Within the backlight's darkness, Fisher perceived Eliog's state warming up bit by bit, thoroughly awakening from that muddled slumber. She gently used her foot to pick up a piece of undergarment that had fallen to the ground nearby, grasping it in her hand and draping it over her body.
"You guy are not behaving outside aww, how come you have that guy's mark on your body? Where is mine?"
Eliog turned her head, leaning slightly closer to the Fisher standing motionless in place. She scrutinized the place she just opened her mouth and bit. That place still had bursts of pain, like being splashed by a mouthful of magma.
It was exactly within that scorching rendering, the mark Fisher saw previously overbearingly dictating the traces of "Baimon", and below that mark there were a little bit of "remains" of Eliog's mark, obviously revealing exactly upon what ruins this mark fell down upon.
That bite from Eliog just now was perfectly spot on biting down on Helaire's mark. Seemed like she was unhappily trying to bite and tear that mark apart, therefore Fisher felt the pain. That pain originated from the soul.
But after she retreated backward slightly, she only then discovered that Helaire's mark remained firm, completely uninfluenced by her power, even the color didn't fade it. Like mockery, it landed on Fisher's chest, looking at Eliog and mercilessly mocking her.
"This mark..."
Fisher shot a glance at the mark on his chest, for a moment also appearing somewhat helpless, because he didn't know how to answer this question from Eliog.
To speak truthfully, he didn't know exactly when Helaire left this mark on him. If it was in the past, back then even demons hadn't been born yet, the still-angel Helaire mostly wouldn't recognize this mark belonged to a demon from the future. But if it was left before returning to the past, he also didn't know when he had close contact related to Helaire.
But could he possibly say this mark had nothing to do with him, and he himself also didn't know?
But his relationship with Helaire was indeed not shallow. Saying this was obviously to Avoid the Important and Focus on the Trivial, and he also didn't want to do so.
"I also don't know what left this mark. Possibly when she was by my side..."
"When Baimon was by your side?"
"Ah, previously..."
"So it's like this aww... while I was sleeping?"
"...It is indeed like this."
"Then what did you guys do?"
"What?"
"Did she give you her Blessing aww?"
"Blessing?"
"Then, gave you Demonic knowledge?"
"Probably not, but when I entered the Mythical Rank she gave me some hints."
"And then she just gave her mark to you aww... even engraving it on top of my mark?"
Within her seemingly Careless and Casual inquiry, the phrasing on "my mark" grew heavier.
"..."
The Eliog at this moment began to gradually depart from that lazy, don't-care state in Fisher's previous impression. Although she was still merely scrutinizing while inquiring towards Fisher, Fisher's peripheral vision acutely saw the giant hammer at the very bottom of the weapon rack in front of the fire pillar begin to tremble slightly. Like always waiting to be swung to stir up a storm, seemingly like a kind of reaction to her mood at this moment.
Perhaps Fisher also wasn't some veteran demonologist, unclear about many demon matters. He might know how demons came to be, what properties they had, yet he knew remarkably little about this species' culture, even a lot of contents came from Eimhart.
Therefore, he also didn't know what exactly this mark meant to demons. He could only ask towards Eliog,
"...Is this mark, very important? But I didn't feel anything at all, even to the point of not knowing it existed."
"Buzz buzz..."
That giant hammer behind Eliog buzzed loudly, yet she merely thoughtfully shuffled a few steps towards him. Subsequently using her hand to rub forcefully against his chest a few times, yet only making the "Baimon" mark increasingly brighter.
That light was shiny green, shining upon Eliog's glabella and hair tips, provoking her expression to grow increasingly displeased, almost about to spew fire,
"This mark will only be presented before the eyes of demons. That is to say, besides demons, there isn't any existence that will discover her traces. This kind of mark has grades aww, there are three grades, respectively 【Food】, 【Blessed One】, 【Favored One】... Even if it's merely a general Food mark, once marked, other guys absolutely cannot make a move against them, otherwise it is provocation and declaring war. Moreover, what I landed on your body back then was the highest-grade Favored One mark aww..."
As Eliog spoke so faintly, Fisher suddenly remembered a matter back when escaping Naris due to this.
Back then when he and Jasmine's group were escaping Naris deep within Serpent's Head Street relying on the Demon Attendant's boat, because he possessed Depravity Resistance given by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook, therefore when extracting Fallen Self-Nature as the boat fare, no matter how much they extracted they couldn't extract anything.
Back then, seeing them so pitiful, he proposed a suggestion allowing them to extract Fallen Self-Nature again. But back then they refused. One of the Demon Attendants even said a meaningful sentence,
"According to the rules of demons, when Grand Demons leave a mark on a person, it means you belong to her. Our extracting Fallen Self-Nature according to the transaction is to a certain extent already offending her... if it wasn't Lord Eliog, but other petty Demon Gods, I'm afraid they would have already gotten angry by now."
So it turned out back then Eliog had already left a mark on his body. Therefore, if they didn't absolutely have to extract Fallen Self-Nature as a boat fare, they perhaps wouldn't even dare make a move against him. Otherwise it would be a provocation against Eliog...
Then, for Helaire to wipe off her mark, and even struttingly engrave her own mark above it, isn't this practically riding on Eliog's head...
He opened his mouth, looking at the expressionless Eliog before his eyes, asking with somewhat of a brain short-circuit,
"Then what grade of mark did she leave on my body?"
"...Also Favored One."
"..."
Eliog fell silent for a moment. Those words grew increasingly faint, but the saltpeter aura carried with it also grew slightly denser, like exactly needing just a bit more heat to reach Explosion.
And on the weapon rack behind her, very quickly it was no longer just the giant hammer at the very bottom. Even the scimitar in the middle began swaying slightly.
"Previously it was you who let me out aww?"
"Ah, it's like this, Eliog..."
Fisher thought he caught an opportunity, getting ready to lead into the main topic first. This way he could also divert Eliog's attention right now. But she completely didn't give the opportunity, merely turning her head to look at the faint fire pillar main body behind her, saying,
"Back then, Agreas exactly relied on Baimon's method to temporarily release my soul from the main body. This process requires expending a massive amount of soul power. Even that guy Baimon expended the majority of her soul aww, making her incredibly weak, only then letting my soul walk in a posture prior to the Mythical Rank... Although you borrowed Chaos power to enter the Mythic, and your soul power is also slightly stronger than an ordinary Mythic, but right now presumably you have also run out of ammunition and food aww..."
Fisher hadn't even figured out the meaning within her words, yet saw her abruptly turn her head to look towards himself.
Those bright eyes like coiled fire snakes pierced sharply, conjuring a terrifying unworldly fire pillar out of thin air within Fisher's mind, intending to occupy the thoughts he was occupying at this moment.
In the next second, Eliog instantly appeared by Fisher's side. Her left and right hands resembled two swimming dragons, attacking from angles Fisher had never anticipated.
Even looking with his Mythical Rank observation ability, Eliog's attack at this moment was Flawless And Invulnerable, let alone he was currently in a state of soul emptiness.
Thus, he lost his balance without the slightest bit of power to resist, Very Easily hoisted up, leaning against her shoulder wearing only a bit of sheer attire.
"Eliog, wait..."
"That guy, relying on the fact that she could freely walk outside with her main body, surprisingly dared to carelessly wipe off my mark. To think I in a soul state surprisingly couldn't erase her mark... You guy are also not behaving aww, previously having so many desires, surely you were played in the palm of that guy's hand, already losing your bearings long ago."
Unexpectedly, the Eliog who just expended an extremely massive amount of soul power to rescue would suddenly change her previous laziness and become so overbearing at this moment. This made Fisher somewhat Unexpected. And what made him even more Unexpected, was that she was now surprisingly walking in large strides straight toward the bed in the grand hall ahead. Evidently, that was her destination.
"Wait, Eliog..."
"Thump!"
She threw Fisher onto the bed from afar. During this process, she uninterruptedly used her arm to siphon Fisher's soul power. Furthermore, Fisher also bizarrely felt the desire to resist within his inner heart continuously diminishing. As if completely losing the bellicose sensation, becoming listless.
It was exactly under such a dual physical and psychological weakening, Fisher was surprisingly thrown onto Eliog's bed without any power to resist.
The thing he just saw exactly came in handy right now. It was truly a coincidence and convenient, congratulations congratulations...
But Fisher didn't have the slightest leeway to catch a breath. Even if that bed was more comfortable, at this moment he didn't have excess mind to enjoy it. Because closely following, he felt Eliog also bully her way up identically, fiercely pinning him beneath her body via Suppression Magic,
"Shh..."
The light within the Castle gradually dimmed, as if everything was extracted by the terrifying Demon God before his eyes.
Within the darkness, only those bright red eyes of hers and the high-raised tail behind her were that conspicuous, about to ignite Fisher's soul.
Amidst the tight oppression, everything Fisher wanted to speak out was barely blocked off by her extended palm. Only that not quite pungent yet bizarrely very pleasant-smelling saltpeter smell gradually occupied the marrow of his spirit.
Her hand landing on Fisher's nose and mouth couldn't block his breathing. Thus it was pushed by his breath to retreat downwards little by little, from the neck all the way to that place where Helaire left the mark.
At the same time, her gaze flickered, her tone eerie...
"To think that guy dared to remove my mark, truly daring... you better be a bit obedient, right now I am a bit...
"No, I am extremely unhappy aww."
Fisher gulped down a mouthful of saliva, attracted by the increasingly vigorous flame of desire swayed by the arrowhead tail behind her. Like wanting to make him recall anew the shape of the Demon God named "Eliog".
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
At this moment, within the demon region behind the Gate of Victory, from the top of the giant cave once again manifested a illusory gate leaf out of thin air.
Very quickly, from above that gate leaf rapidly fell a Whale-kin wearing Golden Armor holding a Golden Longsword.
It was exactly the Whale-kin Jasmine traveling with Fisher. At this moment, she had also passed through the Gate of Victory to arrive within the Demon Dynasty.
She swayed her body slightly in midair. Subsequently fiercely twisting the balance of her body, she plummeted onto a black reef above the magma.
After landing, she also very quickly perceived the Little Demons doing roundabouts behind the reefs all around.
Her process of passing through the Gate of Victory was considered smooth. Merely unlike Fisher, she didn't see a transformed self, merely seeing a gate leaf covered entirely in frost.
The unfamiliar environment all around made her grow increasingly vigilant. But after looking around, aside from a huge Castle with fences and a small black house not far away, she surprisingly didn't see Teacher Fisher's figure.
"Fisher! Teacher Fisher! Where are you?"
After calling several times Fisher didn't reply to her. Only after several tens of seconds later, did an emaciated human figure with a hunched body wrapped entirely in bandages slowly walk out from that small black house.
That human figure swept a glance at the Whale-kin descending from the sky not far away. Relying on walking a distance towards her direction supporting a cane after a moment, calling towards her,
"Guest... this guest..."
Jasmine noticed the human figure in the distance. After hesitating for a moment, she still leaped towards that direction holding her Longsword, arriving before him,
"Guest... hello..."
"Apologies, I still have other matters to attend to."
"Are you looking for someone?"
Jasmine froze slightly, subsequently opening her mouth to ask,
"Have you seen anyone else besides me? And you are..."
"Ah, I'm merely an insignificant lowly person... But if you are looking for a Mythical Rank human accompanying a book-shaped talking angel Holy Artifact, I just saw him."
"Really? Then where is he?"
Joy blossomed in Jasmine's heart, but yet she hadn't completely lowered her guard, maintaining an expressionless face as she continued inquiring.
"Just over in that direction. Previously I had some matters needing his help, so I invited him into Demon God Eliog's fortress..."
"Eliog... Demon God?"
"Ah, the current her is slumbering. The guest can also go over there to rendezvous with your companions."
"Many thanks."
Jasmine shot a skeptical glance toward that direction. Subsequently, she leaped a great distance toward that side, scrutinizing the situation over there from afar, deeply afraid it was some trap.
But very quickly, she discovered a square-shaped book Bored to Death spinning around at the cliff edge of that fortress.
"Sir Book Artifact!"
Joy appeared on Jasmine's face. Since Eimhart was here, then Teacher Fisher was definitely also inside there.
She thought about quickly going over to rendezvous with Teacher Fisher and the others, yet didn't realize the magma beside that fortress began growing increasingly boiling and scorching, like restlessness gathering momentum preparing to erupt...
Just waiting for Jasmine's arrival to create Adding Chaos to Chaos.