Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1334 - 22: News

Surrounding the coastline, the summoning ritual for the Demon God, its thick crimson hue resembling a blood-red sea, gradually receded as Fisher moved, much like withered branches severed from their roots. The entire world, both earth and sky, became silent, as if the preceding events had never occurred.

As the heavens and earth calmed, making Fisher’s solitary figure stand out, Rafael and Moli hastened their steps towards the shore.

At the ritual’s core, they first noticed the young woman named "Ingrid" lying unconscious, while Fisher knelt before her. Something appeared to writhe upon his body, or perhaps it was his own form contorting unnaturally.

However, even before the two ladies reached him, he had already reverted to his human appearance.

Alerted by their proximity, Fisher instinctively turned his head, his expression almost nonexistent, his eyes vacant and distant.

"Fisher?"

Seeing his state, Rafael spoke first, her voice laced with concern. But the Fisher before them remained unresponsive for a moment. Even Emhardt, perched on his shoulder, grew anxious. Having been closest to Fisher during the ordeal, he understood the gravity of what had transpired and was visibly worried.

"Fisher, are you alright? Say something!"

Unbeknownst to them, within Fisher’s obscured vision, amidst a ceaseless, piercing ringing and indistinct murmurs, he seemed to glimpse a veiled, dark sky. From above, a persistent drizzle blotted out all light, leaving only the sensation of wind like knives slicing past his ears.

Right there, within that dim sky, Fisher’s sight was dominated by an overwhelmingly colossal entity...

It was a majestic dragon, adorned with countless auras, radiating an ineffable divinity!

Even now, a gaping wound from a colossal golden sword marred the dragon’s shoulder. Yet, this grievous injury did nothing to diminish his terrifying presence. He merely fixed his gaze upon "himself," as if regarding a deeply loathed adversary.

Could that be... the Fermat Baha Dragon God?

"You wretched Transferee!!"

The dragon’s furious roar echoed towards him, its emotions seemingly capable of altering the very fabric of the world. Yet, "himself" appeared utterly unmoved, like a block of wood or a stone devoid of feeling, continuing its actions with detached indifference.

Accompanying the dragon’s enraged bellow, a crimson Breath, potent enough to cleave continents, began to gather in his maw, coalescing into a power of chilling destruction.

It was Fermat Baha’s mounting fury that jolted Fisher slightly from his stupor. He blinked, lowering his head to examine "his" form, but his vision was blurred, revealing no human shape...

All he perceived was a mass of indescribable black mud, churning and expanding boundlessly.

Is this... me?

Or...

While Fisher remained frozen, the mud on "him" surged outward uncontrollably, akin to a tsunami. The wave-like black ooze rapidly consumed the intricate and magnificent structures nearby, engulfing the souls of the Dragon-man Species and various demi-human races fleeing in terror through the city. It acted like a mindless, aimless black hole, greedily absorbing everything within its reach...

Witnessing "his" destructive actions, the dragon in the sky grew even more incandescent with rage!

"Roar!!"

With a thunderous roar reignited, the Breath within his mouth could no longer be contained and unleashed instantly. But just as the impending clash between the "black mud" and the "Breath" was about to occur, Fisher’s vision abruptly snapped shut. Instead of an apocalyptic scene, he was met with the worried faces of Rafael and Moli.

"Fisher?!"

"Ha..."

Fisher gasped, his breaths growing ragged. His eyes seemed to momentarily liquefy into myriad stars before solidifying back into human pupils, much like a chameleon changing its colors. This unnerving transformation caused Rafael to draw a sharp intake of breath, wondering what Fisher had endured over the years.

She was about to inquire further, but Fisher took a deep breath, shook his head, preempting her question, and stated,

"I'm fine..."

"It’s wonderful that you are well, Mr. Fisher!"

Relief began to bloom on Rafael's face, but Moli suddenly embraced Fisher, causing Rafael's expression to falter.

She subtly pouted, then averted her gaze, observing their surroundings, and gently tugged on Moli’s robe with her claws. By the time Moli turned her head, Rafael had already straightened up, her face etched with a hint of sourness. She moved to attend to the bewildered soldiers standing behind them.

"We will address this situation later. Moli, please escort Fisher and... whoever this person is back. The disturbance here is too significant; we can discuss further matters another time."

"...Very well, Rafael."

Moli, sensing that her actions might have been a bit much, particularly with Rafael present, experienced a flash of unease. She perceived Rafael wasn't truly unaffected, but given the multitude of trials he faced and his desire to maintain their bond, he had stoically endured.