Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1501 - 70: True Nature_2

He took a deep breath, hurriedly turned his head to look at the startled Moli, and asked,

"Are you okay, Moli?"

Moli stared blankly at Fisher in front of her, then shook her head and said worriedly,

"I... I’m fine. It’s actually Mr. Fisher... are you okay?"

"...I’m fine."

"I’m not fine!"

Emhardt shouted as he flew back down from the sky to Fisher’s shoulder, bumped into his cheek, and said,

"What the hell was that power you just used? You didn’t notice me at all, I almost got swallowed by that thing! I thought you were completely unaware of everything—so how come you snapped out of it the moment Moli touched you?!"

Yes, Fisher had completely forgotten there was still an Emhardt on his shoulder just now, forcing him to fly high into the sky to avoid being swallowed by Fisher’s soul.

Fisher helplessly patted his book-body and apologized to him. He really wasn’t very proficient yet when using Chaotic Power, and he had realized the danger in it a long time ago.

Back when he released Elliog, he had already felt that same sense of losing control after unleashing a large amount of Soul Power. Back then he was desperately holding it back; even after having skin contact with Moli it still didn’t erupt. At the time he thought that once his Soul Power was topped off, he wouldn’t have that feeling again. But now it seemed that even with his soul filled, he still harbored a hunger for other souls.

This was an illness he had developed ever since he started reading the Soul Completion Manual, and even now there was not the slightest sign of relief.

He shook his head and could only focus his attention on the matter at hand for now.

"Uuuu..."

In the midst of the Enchanting Demons wailing all over the ground, the Death Lord lay flat on the floor in a spread-eagle "大"-shape, staring up lifelessly. His once-thick outer coat and undershirt had been torn open, crudely exposing a body pale as a corpse and thin like skin wrapped around bones.

And even so, his face, neck, and chest were still covered in lip marks where red lips had sucked hard, crisscrossed with reddish wounds like needle holes—these were probably left when the Enchanting Demons used their tails to draw out his Fallen Self.

He gazed upward like a Sage; at this moment, in this wretched state of tattered clothes and disheveled appearance, Fisher had already taken in the entire scene with his eyes.

After a long, long time, he closed his eyes with a sigh, and a clear tear slowly slid from the corner of his eye. He said,

"...I really just want to die."

This phrase, which sounded like his catchphrase, suddenly became especially sincere at this moment... mm, with an extra shade of darkly amusing resentment.

This simple sentence made both Fisher and Moli burst into laughter. Ignoring the Enchanting Demons around them who had finally regained consciousness and were now shivering in fear at his Mythical Rank aura, Fisher walked over to the Death Lord’s side and asked him,

"How did you end up entangled with them?"

"...I wanted to come find you two, but I had no idea where you were, so I planned to let my birds out to look for your tracks. I sent some birds off in both directions; the ones I sent your way didn’t find you, but the ones over there ended up attracting this group of female fairies instead."

The Death Lord straightened his indecent clothing as he listlessly explained to Fisher what had just happened to him.

Unlike Fisher, who had scrolls and connections, he knew nothing about this place and had no idea which direction was which. All he could do was search blindly around here, not realizing that area was already within the territory of the Love and Desire Gate, and so he got attacked by the Enchanting Demons.

Fisher couldn’t help feeling a bit amused and exasperated at the same time. He looked over at the Enchanting Demons huddling together, bodies shrinking as they pressed close to one another. Just as he was about to say something, the purple-haired Enchanting Demon who’d been dragged out first earlier fell to her knees and pleaded in a coy voice,

"My lord, please spare our lives. We... we didn’t mean to!"

Hearing that obviously seductive tone, Moli glanced again at their tearful, pitiful faces. A long sword suddenly appeared in her hand, and the gleam of silver instantly made the coquettish Enchanting Demon snap back to normal, finishing her last sentence in a solemn, Holy Maiden-like pure voice.

"You didn’t mean to? My friend here’s about to be driven to suicide by you, or were you eyeing his body and planning to drag him home?"

"We..."

The purple-haired Enchanting Demon swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then said softly,

"We were just hungry, that’s all. We haven’t fed on Fallen Self for so long that we just couldn’t hold back..."

"...Wait, you’re Demon Servants, aren’t you?"

Fisher gave this group a once-over. They clearly had their own consciousness, worlds apart from those Little Demons, yet were still not as powerful as the Demon Gods. With that in mind, he spoke.

This had already been explained before: while the term Demon Species generally refers to all demi-humans hailing from within the Demon Dynasty, in truth, the real Demon Species number only seventy-two Demon Gods. They are powerful Mythical Species, though they are currently sealed beneath the magma by the Mother Goddess.

But beneath the Demon Gods are two more categories. One is the weakest, mindless Little Demons, as beast-like as wild animals. In Human legends, the offspring born from Demon Gods are Little Demons; but after learning about the reproductive biology of Mythical Species, Fisher knew that Demons are incapable of Reproduction. So the idea that Little Demons are their children is nothing more than baseless fabrication.