Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1350 - 26: Paimon’s Whereabouts (4)

"The power attributed to the Demon God Agares is quite peculiar, instilling fear within us. Her capabilities include not only altering the appearance and nature of other beings but also conjuring weapons from flesh and blood, as well as fabricating new life forms, thereby possessing the very essence of creation...

"It is whispered in legends that the Demon God Agares is eternally imperishable, and she holds the keys to the mysteries of death and life. In ages past, invoking her name could manifest one's deepest desires and bestow upon them the formidable powers of other races..."

The more Fisher absorbed this information, the more he perceived a striking resemblance between this Demon God's powers and those of Erwin.

The notion of transforming creatures' appearances and natures seemed to perfectly align with the very creations Erwin had manifested in Nali.

The Human Worm and the Plant Meat... these creations came to mind.

Could it be that Agares dispatched Elliog to pursue Erwin for a profound, undisclosed reason?

Had Erwin inadvertently acted while these Demon Species were in slumber, prompting Agares to dispatch Elliog’s soul on a distant pursuit?

Fisher continued to probe with further inquiries regarding the abilities of both Agares and Barbatos, but the responses he received remained frustratingly vague.

From the limited understanding of these low-ranking Demon Servants, the Eighteenth Rank Demon Gods were portrayed as beings as immensely powerful and all-encompassing as the Mother Goddess herself.

Beyond the grandiloquent descriptions, Fisher managed to glean some fragmented details concerning the actual capabilities of these two formidable Demon Gods.

Agares' powers apparently involve the manipulation of flesh and blood, enabling her to conjure life forms and consistently accompanied by a colossal black bird that is rumored to possess the gift of future sight...

In essence, was she comparable to an immensely amplified version of Erwin?

The other demon, Barbatos, was renowned for his unparalleled skill in archery; his arrows were said to be inescapable, capable of commanding all the winds of the world, and he possessed the ability to utilize these winds for the collection of intelligence.

Furthermore, he could communicate with animals devoid of spiritual wisdom and possessed the means to confine the souls of transgressors within animal vessels for the purpose of interrogation...

This constituted the approximate extent of the information available; further details remained elusive to Fisher. However, he was certain that the powers wielded by the Eighteenth Rank Demon Species far surpassed these descriptions.

"That... that is all I know, Human master... May I depart now?"

Lilim spoke in a single, hurried breath, her exposed tongue and the very root of it parched to such an extent that her appearance was undeniably pitiable.

Fisher cast a glance at her and, after a moment's pause, finally posed his question,

"One final inquiry: do you possess knowledge of the Demon God Paimon's whereabouts?"

"Pai...mon?"

Lilim appeared momentarily taken aback, while Emhardt, who habitually recoiled at the mere mention of Paimon, could not even endure hearing the first half of the name.

Lilim seemed to ponder the name, then suddenly her eyes brightened, and she exclaimed with palpable excitement to Fisher,

"I... I recall now, Human master, I do know!"

Fisher's eyebrow arched in surprise, and the prospect of discovering Helair’s location sent a surge of quickening through his heartbeat.

He unconsciously took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Lilim, and inquired,

"Where is she? Is she with Nali’s army, or..."

Lilim leaned closer to him and softly divulged to Fisher,

"Paimon... the Demon God Paimon, she..."

Her excited, slightly trembling response abruptly transformed in the ensuing moment into an incredibly teasing and gentle voice,

"She is right here, darling～"

That ethereal voice resonated, and at this precise instant, Lilim’s voice seemed to morph into the playful murmur of that very Evil Angel.

Was it a mere figment of his imagination, or did it feel as though something within the dim obscurity beyond his immediate vision had lightly brushed against his cheek?

Was it Lilim, with her distinctly damaged visage?

Or was it an entirely different entity?

At this juncture, Fisher, despite possessing the Mythical Rank, found his senses inexplicably dulled. Perhaps he could not be entirely faulted, as his body began to convulse in an unnatural rhythm, and a cacophony of chaotic whispers assailed his ears.

Yet, amidst this multitude of disembodied voices, none commanded as much distinct attention as that singularly gentle tone.

Fisher's pupils constricted instantaneously, his mind, at that critical moment, utterly captivated and pierced by that voice, leaving him frozen in stunned silence.