Free Web NovelChapter 1478: Chapter 62: Chaos upon Chaos (Part 3)
In the next moment, Elliog appeared beside Fisher, his hands like two swimming dragons, attacking from angles Fisher had never predicted.
Even with a Mythical Rank’s observational skills, Elliog’s attack was flawless, let alone the fact that Fisher was in a state of soul emptiness at the time.
Therefore, he was effortlessly lifted, relying on a shoulder draped with a sheer bit of fabric.
"Elliog, wait..."
"That guy, relying on being able to freely walk outside with her true form, dared to casually wipe my seal; in my soul state, I can’t even erase her seal... You were unruly too, previously harboring so much desire, surely being toyed with by that guy, lost and unaware."
Not expecting the recently soul-exhausted Elliog to suddenly change from a lazy demeanor to a domineering one, Fisher was caught off guard. Even more surprisingly, she was now striding straight towards the bed in the hall ahead, clearly her destination.
"Wait, Elliog..."
"Thud!"
She tossed Fisher onto the bed, continuously extracting his soul power with her arm. Fisher eerily felt his desire to resist slowly dissipating, losing any fighting spirit, becoming languid.
Under such physical and psychological dual weakening, Fisher was helplessly thrown onto Elliog’s bed.
What he had just seen was now happening, coincidentally and conveniently, pleasing...
Yet Fisher had no chance to catch his breath, as despite the comfort of the bed, he had little opportunity to enjoy it because Elliog promptly leaned in, suppressing him underneath,
"Hush..."
In the castle, the light gradually dimmed, as if everything was being drained by the terrifying Demon God in front of him.
In the darkness, only her bright red eyes and the tail raised high behind her stood out, ready to ignite Fisher’s soul.
In the tight oppression, everything Fisher wanted to say was barely stopped by her hand that extended, and only the strangely pleasant smell of nitre gradually consumed his senses.
Her hand landed on Fisher’s mouth and nose, failing to block his breath, slightly pushed away by his breathing from his neck back to the marked place left by Helair.
Meanwhile, her eyes glimmered, her tone sinister,
"That guy dared to remove my seal, truly audacious... You better behave, I’m a little...
"No, I’m very displeased."
Fisher swallowed, attracted by the increasingly burning flames of desire on the arrow tail swaying behind her, as if trying to recall the form named "Elliog" the Demon God.
...
...
"Buzzbuzzbuzz!"
At this moment, within the Competitive Gate’s Demon Region, a phantom door suddenly emerged above the giant cave.
Soon, from the top of the door, a Whale-man Species adorned in golden armor and wielding a golden longsword fell rapidly.
It was Fisher’s companion Whale-man Species, Moli, who had now crossed the Competitive Gate and reached the Demon Dynasty.
In mid-air, she slightly shook her body, then suddenly twisted her balance, landing on the black reef above the magma.
After landing, she quickly noticed the Little Demons hiding behind the rocks around her.
Her process of crossing the Competitive Gate was somewhat victorious, but unlike Fisher, she did not see her transformed self, but merely a frosty door.
The unfamiliar surroundings made her more vigilant, but after a brief survey, except for a giant fenced castle and a small black house not far away, she didn’t see Mr. Fischer’s figure.
"Fisher! Mr. Fischer! Where are you?"
After calling several times with no response, more than tens of seconds later, a hunched over, bandaged, gaunt figure slowly walked out from the black house.
The figure glanced at the Whale-man Species who had descended not far away, then after a moment still leaning on a cane walked a bit towards her, calling out,
"Guest... This guest..."
Moli noticed the distant figure, hesitated for a moment, then lifted her sword and leapt across to him, reaching his front,
"Guest... Hello..."
"Sorry, I have other matters to attend to."
"Are you looking for someone?"
Moli was slightly stunned, then opened her mouth to ask,
"Have you seen anyone besides me? And you are..."
"Ah, I’m just a humble person... But if you’re looking for a Mythical Species human carrying a talking Angel Holy Object shaped like a book, I just saw him."
"Really? Where is he?"
Moli’s heart surged with joy, yet she remained cautious, inquiring further without revealing her feelings.
"Over there in that direction, earlier I needed some help with some matters, so I had him go inside Elliog Demon’s fortress..."
"Elliog... Demon?"
"Ah, she’s currently sleeping, the guest can go there to meet with your partner."
"Thank you."
Moli, suspicious, took a glance in that direction, then leapt a far distance to observe the situation there, fearing it might be a trap.
But soon, she noticed a square-shaped book mindlessly spinning at the edge of the fortress’s cliff.
"Book Knight!"
Moli’s face lit up with joy, since Emhardt was there, Mr. Fischer must be inside as well.
She intended to quickly go there and reunite with Mr. Fischer and the others, but hadn’t noticed the magma beside the fortress starting to boil increasingly, as though preparing to erupt, restless...
Just waiting for Moli’s arrival to add more chaos to the mix.
