Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1567 - 89: Not So_3

"Uh... huh... ah..."

But at that moment, behind Helair, from the black mud, Fisher, who had been tortured and completely lost consciousness due to pain, started to tremble again.

She was slightly stunned, and looked down at Fisher, who was constantly howling and trying to manipulate his body that had turned completely viscous to stand up. She hurriedly reached out to support him, wanting to stop him and push his consciousness back into the depths again.

"Fisher, stop moving, it’ll be okay soon, you..."

But in the next moment, Fisher, clenching his teeth, pressed one hand onto Helair’s hand. In her somewhat incredulous gaze, he suddenly pushed her away from his side, letting her fall into the mud formed by his transformation.

"Thud!"

"Ugh ah ah ah!"

Helair widened her eyes, watching him howl miserably with just this simple action. His head hung low, having completely lost the human appearance, even if he was to howl, it would be the sound of the entire black ocean.

They simply expressed their pain, continuously roaring, using habits from their human days to vent this extreme agony.

But ultimately, this was pain from the soul, regardless of how Fisher howled, he couldn’t change it. Thus, he could only roar while using the last bit of his consciousness to step by step walk towards Rafael.

"Ra... Rafael... huh... huh..."

He was completely unaware of his current state, because whether viewed from a human perspective or a soul perspective, he had transformed into a patch of black mud. Due to the pain and the bizarre shape, it was easy to lose sense of direction. He just kept pushing the part that still seemed human towards the scalding place, wanting to scoop up Rafael who had fallen into the black mud.

Helair sat there in the increasingly turbulent black mud due to his movements, clenching her teeth as she watched him step by step head towards the place burning with Fermat Baha’s Blessing.

"Fisher..."

But Fisher was too preoccupied to pay attention to anything else. Even every step, due to the pain of his entire black mud body, he would slip and merge back into this patch of black mud.

However, seconds later, he, like a child drowning, screamed as he shot out of the black mud a figure resembling a "human," then struggled toward that side.

He carefully controlled the black mud swallowing Rafael to prevent it from further consuming her soul. Then, he finally reached that place, eager to extend a "hand" to scoop her out. But he forgot that at this moment, he himself was this sea of black mud. Thus, whenever he tried to reach in to scoop her, his "hand" dissolved, becoming unable to penetrate, even inadvertently pushing Rafael further in.

He howled, wanting to try again, but behind him, Helair, with a cold face, somehow appeared and grabbed Fisher, who finally managed to reach Rafael’s side.

Perhaps she understood that at this moment, Fisher couldn’t even recognize himself or anyone else, but still, merely sensing Rafael’s aura, he was ready to awaken his consciousness again and throw himself into this trial?

But in the next moment, as she tightly gripped Fisher, she quickly felt the surrounding black mud beginning to pulse, including the part held in her hand, collectively moving towards the center.

Yes, Fisher, tormented into confusion, finally realized that this spreading black mud is part of himself, and now he was trying to retract all the black mud back into his body.

Helair just thought of raising her hand to stop him, but from within the black mud, besides Fisher’s painful howls, she heard another sound.

"You... can’t... die... Rafael..."

She suddenly recalled a thousand years ago, when she deliberately lay in that patch of black mud to help him dispel Death, perhaps she hadn’t expected he would leap down so resolutely to save her. And when they connected through the same Sea of Chaos at that time, through his frantic shouts, Helair heard from his pure soul, without prior lifetimes, the same words,

"You can’t die, Helair."

In the scattered pupils of Helair, a terrifying star suddenly spread, as if to swallow this world.

But outwardly, after a long time, her raised hand suddenly dropped, quietly standing in this sea of black, watching it gradually converge towards Fisher’s agony.