novelraw Chapter 725: Spreading Non-Self
Chapter 725: Spreading Non-Self
"Angel?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Fisher, even Renee and Gou Wen's complexions changed slightly.
Gou Wen lowered his head in disbelief looking at the black mycelium beside him. He once again twisted the taken mycelium powder with his fingers. He could only confirm these fungi were alive, yet was unable to compare them with the Angels they had personally seen ten thousand years ago no matter what.
After feeling the texture rubbing past his fingertips, Gou Wen hurriedly raised his eyes to look towards Fisher, exchanging a glance with him.
"Gurgle gurgle..."
Within the spacious space behind this door, those rising and falling mycelium bulges occasionally jumped out a tactile sensation like popping pustules, making Fisher's brows hard to relax. Meanwhile David gently reached out to stroke the mycelium bubble before his eyes, softly saying to Fisher,
"Mr. Fisher, although I'm unwilling to admit these things before my eyes are Holy Progeny... but... there's a feeling always telling me, they are...
"The Angels."
In the next second, a faint fluorescence shot out from David's eyes. That light swept up and down the numerous mycelium packages before his eyes. After a brief pause, another ray of light shot out from within, outlining bright contours out of thin air.
If those mycelium packages formed by black mycelium were expanded flesh and skin, then what David outlined now was the individual's muscle and bone. Under the sweeping of his bright light, a basic humanoid framework was established.Even to the extent that David also simulated the actions of the humanoid shape. Because of this, Fisher could see that humanoid shape raising both hands to block, its body curled up slightly, a posture like it was facing some terrifying enemy.
"Based on the concentration of mycelium in the package, a humanoid shape can roughly be outlined, while the remaining areas with less are parts grown later... That is to say, Mr. Fisher, these raised mycelium packages are the Angels' body parts."
"These... were all done by Hamon Hamon..."
"Yes, these were all done by [Me]."
At this moment, behind Fisher, an ancient-well-calm female voice suddenly sounded. Turning around he exactly saw the human-headed snake-bodied Hamon Hamon behind. She fully confessed to Fisher's deduction, even not revealing more expressions, merely saying,
"I have inspected all the other parts, no crucial places were damaged, we can continue the banquet."
"Banquet?"
Gou Wen stood up from the mycelium spreading on the ground, squinting his eyes asking Hamon Hamon,
"So, we're going to continue your banquet on the corpses of these Angels?"
"Corpses?"
Hamon Hamon tilted Her head slightly. She extended Her finger pointing towards the mycelium on the ground, puzzled saying,
"They haven't died, you all should easily be able to inspect this point, they are all still alive."
"You..."
Gou Wen still wanted to say something, but Fisher raised his hand to stop him, because from Hamon Hamon's eyes, he truly discovered She was puzzled.
She truly believed, this group of Angels wasn't dead?
"Hiss hiss..."
Hamon Hamon darted Her avatar's tongue, looking at the mycelium packages outlined with humanoid contours by David, seemingly recalling something saying to Fisher and the others,
"A thousand years ago I once fulfilled the alliance with Dream Illusion, coming to liquidate those traitors who stole the fruits; I adopted Dream Illusion's method, placing an extremely small part of my power inside a Transferred Person's body sending it into this world... but that Transferred Person's resistance against me was eternal, his willpower was also far stronger than I imagined, leading to the power I left in his body consistently failing to grow sturdily...
"Up until that war."
The Mythical War hm...
Hamon Hamon spoke while walking forward, simultaneously both hands making a gesture of guiding forward. Fisher's peripheral vision glimpsed Her snake tail carefully gliding past those raised mycelium packages, seemingly afraid to touch them,
"The fuse of the war was you, caused by the Moon. For the sake of fragile humans you sent down terrifying power, completely igniting the already long-accumulated contradictions between Demigods and Mythical Species, spreading the vortex of war to the entire world..."
"That wasn't me, that was my previous incarnation."
"Was that not you?"
Hamon Hamon merely calmly asked back thus. Renee was slightly silent for an instant, only then replying,
"No, it was not."
"Is that so..."
Hamon Hamon didn't fight for the topic, merely continuing to narrate that war of the past,
"The war lasted for a long time. The Angel beside the Transferred Person saw the danger in advance, thus constructing a massive amount of Shelters in the Spirit World as a route of retreat. But a route of retreat is only a route of retreat, war doesn't allow for a route of retreat, especially towards the Angels' supercilious creator.
"As the war continued, the Angels' casualties increased more and more, until you, or rather your Authority, your previous incarnation, that Her, utilized Authority to invade the Crevice sealing the Demons, causing the Boundary of Matter to be destroyed, and the homeland of the Angels also consequently fell...
"At that time, that powerful Angel beside the Transferred Person was present. He was precisely at the place where the Holy Sanctuary fell, similarly suffering the impact produced by the shattering of the Boundary of Matter."
Fisher and Gou Wen's footsteps suddenly stopped, they seemed to simultaneously realize something.
Ten thousand years ago, the five of them acted together.
Helaire, Fisher, Gou Wen, Asuka Karasawa, and Mikhail.
The Transferred Person housing Hamon Hamon's power was Mikhail, then the powerful Angel beside the Transferred Person She mentioned was...
"Michael..."
"When the Holy Sanctuary fell, Michael was in the Holy Sanctuary?"
"Dad..."
Hamon Hamon nodded, continuing to say,
"The massive injury that Angel suffered during the fall of the Holy Sanctuary gave me the opportunity for my power to awaken. It similarly tore open a massive wound from the inner heart of that Transferred Person... I drilled out from that wound, as I hoped spreading destruction in this world.
"My Chaos began to infect the Transferred Person's consciousness, my creations began to alter everything he created, they resisted me... and the events afterwards you should already know... I together with all of them were sealed here, never leaving again, until seeing the daylight again due to the networking from the outside world."
Hamon Hamon's expression when mentioning these was neither sad nor joyous. Obviously speaking of contents closely related to Herself, yet hearing it was more like a third-person describer, not having too much relation with Herself.
Fisher very quickly found the crux from everything He said, thus, he asked,
"So, after you were sealed, what exactly happened during the time sealed together with the Angels here? Making you not continue your mission of the past, instead inviting us to participate in your banquet, even daring to kill the Ocean's avatar?"
"My power transformed everything here with pollution in an instant, everything began to change, spreading non-self... actually later on, the Shelter used to seal us had already completely been altered in nature by my power. To me it was no longer a cage, merely I myself was unwilling to go out."
Yes, previously when entering here the entire surface layer of the Shelter even surprisingly grew a massive eye, evidently already in a state of deep pollution.
But if it's like this, why was Hamon Hamon Himself unwilling to go out?
Why did He suddenly seem completely different from that foreign Deity brimming with destructive power in the past?
Fisher didn't follow up with questions, because following Hamon Hamon wobbling leading the way ahead, he grew increasingly closer to the so-called "reason".
At this moment they had already crossed a lot of mycelium. At this moment the mycelium around became increasingly sparse, revealing an extremely clean ground.
And on the other end behind this gate, was a cylindrical space roughly several tens of meters tall. And after arriving here, Hamon Hamon finally stopped the footsteps constantly moving forward ever since meeting Fisher.
Yet seeing Her abruptly halt here, saying to Fisher and the others,
"We've arrived."
Fisher raised his eyes looking upwards, yet seeing the mid-air of the cylindrical space connected everywhere with a kind of white mycelium completely different from the black mycelium earlier, covering all the visible places up and down like a spider web.
And just not far in front of them, at the end exactly like a throne, exactly like a bed covered by white mycelium, impressively appeared the figure of a true Angel.
"That is..."
In the center of that white mycelium, it turned out to be a red-haired Angel whose gender was hard to distinguish but exceptionally handsome. He wore a suit of shattered and fragmented Angel armor, eyes tightly shut, with cracks unique to broken ceramics appearing on his white skin.
That Angel who was an outstanding figure even among the seven Archangels remained with an unchanged appearance just like ten thousand years ago. Only at this moment he had lost an arm, the illusory wings behind him had already disappeared, and the halo above his head was dim and lightless.
He lowered his head, tightly shutting his eyes, leaving only that remaining crook of his arm embracing a similarly tightly shut eyed, motionless human male...
His body carried many embedded prosthetic bodies Fisher had seen before, weakening the human scent on him by a few degrees. But looking carefully, it turns out he was also using one arm wrapping around from the back, tightly embracing that Angel.
Exactly Mikhail and Archangel Michael.
They were unexpectedly truly still here?
"Dad! Mom!"
Upon seeing the figures of that pair embracing each other amidst the white mycelium, David was the first unable to restrain himself floating forward. His voice calling out to Michael and Mikhail resonated with the Emhart in Fisher's embrace, he also squeezed his head out, watching David run towards that side.
He should have known, previously when he heard Hamon Hamon narrate the Angels' war he should have known Gabriel might have already...
Thus, at this moment Emhart's eyes appeared somewhat complicated.
But as David flew towards that direction bit by bit, as his rapidly moving body brought up flowing breezes around him, that breeze softly blew forward, surprisingly directly blowing undulations onto the embracing figures of Michael and Mikhail.
Fisher's pupils shrank, shouting in a low voice,
"Don't move! David!"
"Mr. Fisher?"
"Rumble rumble!"
David's forward moving action stagnated slightly. But right above him, that thick and massive white mycelium suddenly seemingly came alive. In the instant sensing David's approach, a fist formed of mycelium abruptly smashed towards the stopped David.
"Swoosh!"
Fortunately, in the instant before that fist landed, Fisher behind turned into an afterimage gliding past, abruptly grabbing that David frozen on the spot, pulling him back.
"Boom!"
That massive mycelium erupted with powerful strength no less than Nineteenth-Tier. Handily its speed wasn't fast, Fisher carrying David fleeing was still more than capable.
But as they attempted to retreat, from that pure white mycelium groundlessly spread even more fine and dense mycelium coming towards Fisher and David's direction, pursuing relentlessly exactly as if provoked.
"Wuu..."
Even, Fisher still heard a whimpering sound similar to a human voice from within that mycelium.
These things...
Fisher frowned, already flying back to Renee and Gou Wen's side carrying David. And as Fisher watched that pursuing white mycelium, just as he was about to unsheathe his Fluid Sword, Hamon Hamon had already blocked in front of them.
"Sizzle..."
Bizarrely, when those mycelium just approached Hamon Hamon, it was exactly like a chemical reaction inexplicably taking place, starting extremely violent changes.
Seemingly like being scorched sprouting dense smoke. Following the diffusing smoke, the ends of the charging mycelium had already bizarrely turned into some sort of colorful crystals.
It was Hamon Hamon's Authority activating. Fisher felt the appearance of the Authority's power, exactly like those Chaos felt in the past, he was quite sensitive to this.
"Kacha, kacha, kacha!"
After that, those crystals were again dragged by gravity plummeting to the ground.
"Wuu wuu wuu~"
Seeing it was damaged, that massive white mycelium coiled in front again emitted faint whimpering sounds, but didn't pursue forward anymore, merely vigilantly retracting those pursuing mycelium again. The massive fist that landed previously also slowly lifted, returning to mid-air.
"Over there..."
And bizarrely, after that massive fist lifted, those originally distinctly figured Michael and Mikhail had unexpectedly vanished without a trace suddenly.
"Dad... Mom..."
David's analytical processor was like overloaded, instantly staring blankly frozen on the spot. Conversely Fisher who had clearly seen Michael and Mikhail's changes blown by the breeze just now wore an ugly expression.
He looked at that Hamon Hamon blocking in front of them without uttering a word, opening his mouth speaking to Her, his tone certain,
"That white mycelium, is Mikhail and Michael, right?"
"..."
In the next second, on the surface of that white mycelium, again floated up smears of colorful mycelium powder...
Those mycelium powder under the manipulation of the mycelium, condensed in mid-air like obsession like phantoms, condensing pixel by pixel into the scene of Michael and Mikhail embracing exactly like Fisher and the others saw just now.
That scene was tranquil without the slightest bit of difference, exactly as if the time was frozen via those mycelium forever keeping their figures at that moment...
Hearing this Hamon Hamon didn't answer immediately. She merely looked at those condensed scenes in the distance, within Her eyes for the first time flashing a leaping splendor.
She remained silent for a long time, only then returning to Her senses from a certain thought and ponder.
"Hiss... Hiss..."
She darted Her tongue, looking at Fisher nodding Her head saying,
"That's right, Mr. Fisher. That is exactly that Angel and the Transferred Person I reside in."
Fisher raised his eyes looking at that massive pure white mycelium above. Looking from this angle, that thick clump of mycelium was also like the embracing posture of the two people below, exactly like an embracing contour magnified countless times, narrating the story before they became like this.
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