Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1333 - 21: Demon’s Shadow 4

"They are summoning the Demon God, quickly make the others back away!"

Fisher turned his head, only to see that as the finger fell, Ingrid, the two headless demon corpses, and the treasures all began to emit an extremely bloody glow.

The ground along the entire coast began to tremble, as if something underground was vigorously pounding against the surface, trying to break through, so hot and agitated...

Even though they didn’t know what it was, in Fisher’s mind and everyone present, an image of a fire pillar inexplicably emerged. Rather, they were quite certain, what was surging beneath the ground was indeed a fire pillar, or perhaps an existence?

Emhardt hadn’t flown over yet, but Fisher looked towards the anguished and wailing Ingrid in front of him. Behind her, the scorching seal had pierced her skin like a brand, marking her as if she were a sacrificial offering to a god.

"Rafael, go stop your soldiers from coming over, I’ll stop all this."

"Fisher!"

Moli tried to move her steps but found that the treasures around her had slowly "melted" into a pool of blood, which instantly awakened the painful memories deep within her that she preferred not to face.

Underneath Nali Lake, the hysterical Blake and the Mu Xi on his chest...

No...

Why is it so similar...

Moli’s small face turned pale, freezing where she stood.

Rafael also noticed her sister frozen beside her, biting her teeth, she glanced back at Fisher rushing toward Ingrid, and could only pull Moli away first.

The power of the Mythical Rank was something she could feel the difference in, and she wouldn’t foolishly create trouble for Fisher.

The entire Red Dragon Court perceived the anomaly at this time and place, but only the soldiers rushing to the scene could truly confront the chilling sensation.

Emhardt, without regard for anything else, flew toward the ever-expanding sea of blood, landing on Fisher’s shoulder, looked together at the completely crimson seal on the back of Ingrid’s neck,

"Fisher! This is a demon’s mark symbol, it’s fully embedded! Unless..."

"Unless it can be removed from the soul."

"Can you do it, this... soul technology is something even the Holy Descendants and those elves know little about, in the past it was only the demons who..."

"No, I can do it."

Fisher took a deep breath and looked at his own hands. Such an answer wasn’t just made up, but because he had indeed read the "Soul Completion Manual."

Although he had never intended to use its knowledge because he knew well it would lead to madness, now he had no choice, as he would eventually have to read this book to protect Rafael and the others...

Might as well get familiar with the knowledge recorded above now?

He wasn’t sure either, because standing in the sea of blood, his movements were faster than his thoughts.

The whispers he’d been suppressing by force rushed into his ears like water into a drowning person’s ears at this moment, his form distorted as a result. The human form he maintained was more like a personal preference, only at this moment, during the chaotic use of soul power, he couldn’t avoid failing to maintain any semblance of beauty.

Standing on his shoulder, Emhardt could feel Fisher’s blood and soul flowing like waves, and more terrifyingly, his illusory hands that seemed to be covered with countless mouths.

"Fisher, are you going to eat her soul?!"

"Shut up, I’m only devouring the seal on her soul!"

Fisher gritted his teeth, enduring the deadly temptation from a transferee named Caleb Wuz beside him. He tightly controlled his hand... or rather, the soul that had merged with it, bizarrely swallowing the seal attached to Ingrid’s soul...

"Boom!"

The sea of blood gushing from afar came to a brief halt, as Rafael and Moli, who were retreating, looked back in astonishment at the gradually calming anomaly and the unharmed Ingrid and Fisher within, a burst of joy rising in their hearts.

"Fisher!"

It was precisely this joy that made Rafael, worried about her lover at this moment, overlook that in her hand, even in the depths of her soul, a shiver toward the person named "Fisher" had silently emerged...