Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

Chapter 1475 - 61: Elliog (Part 3)

On the opposite side of these "spoils of war" stood a unique wooden rack, displaying three weapons on top.On the bottom lay a massive hammer; in the middle, a curved blade wrapped in a leather scabbard; and at the very top, a pitch-black spear gleaming with a cold sheen.

Fisher recognized that middle curved blade; it was the weapon Elliog had brought to Nali.

In other words, all three weapons were actually ones she had used.

And behind the display of the three weapons, a slender fire pillar, as thick as a rope, extended up from beneath the castle.

In the dark rear chamber of the castle, the faint glow emitted by the fire pillar was the only source of light, illuminating what Fisher had just seen.

Almost instantly, Fisher’s eyes were drawn to the fire pillar. The closer he got, the more agitated he felt, like his blood was about to ignite, eager to find something to fight, even wanting to drag Emhardt out of his arms for a slap.

This belligerent mood, where nothing seemed satisfactory, made Fisher pause slightly. Then he quickly took several deep breaths, and the agitation in his heart eased a bit.

Even Fisher, despite being of Mythical Rank, could feel this sensation, let alone Emhardt in his arms, who wasn’t even a match for an ordinary human.

Sensing something amiss, Emhardt immediately flew out, retreating a safe distance, and said to Fisher,

"No way, it’s up to you. I’ll wait for you outside... The aura of these demons makes me... very uncomfortable. I don’t want to be driven mad by their power..."

"...Alright, you wait outside for me. I’ll be cautious."

Emhardt cautiously glanced at the ever-forward Fisher, his eyes showing a hint of worry. But thinking about the woman and Fisher’s not-so-simple relationship, even if there was danger, it was a refined danger, so what was there to worry about?

He quickly turned around without hesitation and flew out of the castle, heading outside to enjoy the breeze.

Inside the castle, Fisher slowly approached the slender fire pillar swaying in the darkness. As he got closer, he noticed that the fire pillar extending from underground twisted with overlapping, almost imperceptible "∞" symbols.

Is this her seal?

Fisher wasn’t sure what state the sealed Demon Gods would be in, but according to Solomon, after the Mother Goddess imposed the seal, everything here became extraordinarily silent, so presumably they can’t leave and their consciousness isn’t very clear.

If the Demon God’s seals were all like Elliog’s, how did Erwind carry out research on Agares back then?

By studying this fire pillar?

Besides, Fisher had no idea how Elliog managed a temporary soul out-of-body experience to leave here, and now how should he awaken her...

Fisher hesitated for a moment, but then suddenly, he seemed to feel a familiar aura from the fire pillar in front of him, a kind of thirst arising from deep within his soul.

"This is..."

Fisher quickly realized how Elliog had temporarily escaped with her soul. At this moment, from Elliog’s essence, he felt the same side-effect sensation that came from reading the Soul Completion Manual and gaining Chaotic Knowledge.

He hesitated for an instance and then resolutely extended his increasingly bright right hand, full of Magic Circuits, to gently touch the swaying, rope-like fire pillar.

At the moment of contact, a powerful sense of extraction erupted from Fisher’s palm.

He gritted his teeth in some pain but stubbornly endured, continuously channeling his Soul Power into the fire pillar.

The fire pillar grew brighter, until the spiraling ∞ symbols at the top slightly dimmed.

Fisher, gasping for breath, withdrew his right hand, then looked again at the fire pillar as if to confirm...

It seemed like the glow of the fire pillar became more solid?

Fisher didn’t know, he only felt that he had been drained of more magic power than he had at the Fourteenth Rank level, even though he had already reached the Mythical Rank. While not fatal, it was still extremely uncomfortable.

His soul began to restlessly squirm again, but he steeled himself against that same thirst, hesitantly reaching toward the fire pillar once more...

The next moment, his right hand plunged directly into the fire pillar.

His pupils contracted slightly, then he extended his other hand into the fire pillar as well.

Within that narrow pillar of fire, all Fisher felt was just the right amount of warmth. His hands were enveloped within it, and at that moment, the agitation from deep within his soul gradually quieted down. Soon after, it seemed as though he had grabbed hold of something tangible.

He gave a gentle tug and pulled out a form that gradually became solid from the fire pillar.

Breathing heavily, he took a step back, both hands supporting the entity, condensed from a soul, that he had drawn from the narrow fire pillar, carefully studying her. However, since she had left the fire pillar, its glow had dimmed slightly, making it difficult for Fisher to see clearly; instead, he had to rely on other senses to perceive her presence.

At this moment, held in his arms was a naked beauty.

Even as a soul, she possessed the signature, well-toned, tanned skin and muscles of someone honed through training and refinement. To the touch, it was both firm and warm. Her face, slightly drooping due to unconsciousness, sported shoulder-length red hair as though dampened by water, cascading and threading through Fisher’s fingers holding her shoulders.

Her eyes were closed, and with each rhythmic breath, a faint scent of burning fuel wafted through the gaps of her glowing cheeks.

Her face was neither cute nor charming, retaining a sleekness polished by the sands of time, and amidst the red bangs on her forehead, four twisted, obsidian-like curved horns grew irregularly, resembling a slightly different version from when Fisher first met her, with faint magma streaks glowing on them...

Feeling the warmth in his arms, the soul’s emptiness, fatigue, and thirst within Fisher dissipated completely as though cleansed by rain.

Perhaps at this moment, Fisher had to admit his peculiar penchant; otherwise, why would seeing her bring such clarity of mind, ignoring even the exhaustion of his soul?

"Elliog..."

This familiar call seemed to rouse the mind of a sleeping kitten. After Fisher’s words resonated, he suddenly felt the figure in his arms tremble slightly. Then, with eyes still shut, her head seemed to uncontrollably lean towards him, nuzzling to catch his scent.

"Sniff sniff..."

Moments later, as though she caught a pleasant and familiar scent, her eyes remained closed, but from the depths of her throat came a resonating sensation,

"Gurr..."

She nestled comfortably against Fisher’s body, then slowly fluttered half-awake, opening one eye. Behind her, a soft arrow-like tail wrapped lightly around Fisher’s waist, then with a "puff," attempted to sink into him but failed against his now solid form.

Her eyes glowed as brightly as a fire serpent winding about, yet were colored with a heavy tint of drowsiness. She struggled to scrutinize the person before her, then suddenly yawned mightily, muttering,

"...Woke up too suddenly, huh. Somehow, I see the mark of Paimon on you. I’ll sleep a bit more... gurr..."

"..."

She closed her eyes again, preparing to sleep, but the act of holding her rendered Fisher’s body stiff, his forehead beading with sweat born from the soul’s yearning void.

Indeed, how could he have forgotten this matter!