Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 784: 146. Layers of Illusion (5k)3

Chapter 784: 146. Layers of Illusion (5k)_3

“Crack, crack, crack~”

The dreamscape shattered layer by layer amidst their tit-for-tat battle, continuously forming the most precious and beautiful mories in their minds, but as with all good stories that must co to an end, their fight also began to show clear signs of a dominant and losing side.

Although Erwin had co to the Northern Realm in order to make use of the Spirit Realm or rather the Soul Completion Manual to enter the Mythical Rank, from what had been observed, he truly was just one step away from the Mythical Rank. This minimal distance could almost be disregarded, and considering him a Mythical Creature of the Fifteenth Rank was certainly not unreasonable.

The “Body and Soul” trait of Mythical Creatures to so extent compensated for the fragility of his soul, allowing his soul to possess strong combat capabilities even within the gap between the world and the Spirit Realm. Fisher, who could continuously construct Magic with soul power quickly, had the ans to contend with Erwin. However, as ti passed and soul power steadily depleted, although both sides suffered losses, there was no doubt that if the fight dragged on, Fisher was bound to lose.

“Boom rumble!”

As Magic Emblems were engraved and dispelled in an instant, Fisher’s ntal and soul powers were nearly exhausted. At that mont, he felt so gratitude for the “Reproduction-strengthening” ability bestowed by the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual. Had he not just entered into Holy Marriage with Valentina, thus gaining a stronger soul recovery ability than before, he would have been drained long ago.

Even so, he could not afford to delay any longer—he had to fight quickly and decisively!

“Crack, crack, crack!”

The surrounding space and dreamscape once again collapsed, and both Erwin, dragging his huge fra, and Fisher fell down with the crumbling dreamscape. At this mont, the force of the descent interrupted Erwin’s original attack. Fisher, too, staggered but was far less affected than Erwin…

“Roar!”

Gazing at the terrifying giant dragon clad in a white cloak, spiraling in the falling dreamscape, Fisher quickly realized this was a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.

He summoned all the Magic Power in his body, and in his hand, he ford a Magic spell that flickered with an extrely dangerous light. This move could be considered one of Mr. Helsen’s trump card techniques, which, aside from himself, only Fisher had learned in all of Nali. It was characterized by two features: speed and imnse power.

Fourteen Ring Magic, the Annihilation Star.

With that point of profound blackness manifesting in Fisher’s hand, even though he had smartly only constructed its material and engraving process, the Magic’s consumption was still considerable. In the mont the Magic revealed itself, Fisher felt a burst of intense pain all over his body, followed by blood beginning to seep from all his orifices.

Yet he didn’t let the pain hinder his actions and swiftly launched the spell from his hand.

A series of dots carrying invisible destructive force headed towards Erwin, who was falling alongside Fisher, engulfing Erwin’s massive body instantly. The entire dreamscape space shattered once more and was gradually enveloped by a universe-like profound blackness spreading from the Fourteen Ring Magic.

As the blackness mixed with specks of starlight continued to spread, Erwin’s strong and vast body was bit by bit annihilated. Before Fisher could fully witness the scene, he had already slamd heavily into the ground.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

The trendous force, compounded with his already weakened soul, caused him to cough violently. He covered his eyes, nose, and mouth, gasping for breath, but wherever he touched, there was only the sll of blood. This unreal blood was just a reminder from his soul that he was in very bad shape.

The pain of the soul was very similar to the pain experienced from physical injuries, serving only as a reminder that one had been hurt.

Fisher lay painfully on the dream layer’s ground, gasping for breath. Afar, as the dragon’s form was gradually consud by the Magic, a pool of crimson blood once again fell and slowly landed not far from him, re-forming into the humanoid Erwin in a white cloak.

“…No more Magic Power, Fisher? If you don’t use the Magic, you’re going to die.”

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

In the distance, an extrely familiar, intermittent tolling of bells and Erwin’s words rang out simultaneously, but Fisher paid no attention to the imnse threat that had just landed before him. Instead, he incredulously sat up, enduring the pain all over his body, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

Indeed, he hadn’t misrembered; before him stood a Church School marked with the emblem of the Mother Goddess Church. He was very familiar with that unique, intermittent tolling of the bells because, as a child, he had sneaked up to the bell tower to study the construction of the bell-ringing chanism and had disassembled it, unable to put it back together afterward.

The Priest had called a chanic to repair it, and after spending money to fix it, the contraption still tolled erratically. Before Fisher went to Saint Nali High School, he had planned to fix the chanism, but he never succeeded; he didn’t have the talent for steam machinery.

But none of these were the key points. The most crucial thing should be…

Fisher’s pupils narrowed slightly, and he seed almost eager to shift his gaze down from the distant bell tower, past the ginkgo trees growing along the wall, past the boisterous orphaned children running around, past the run-down walls and gates, until finally, at the doorstep of the orphanage, he saw the figure of a nun sitting on a little stool.

The nun was clad in a black robe, strict and elegant, and only through a sliver in her black headscarf could one glimpse a strand of golden hair. She had her back to him, holding a Creation Scripture in her hands, looking angrily at the child before her—a mixed Kado and Nali child who had made a mistake and was stubbornly refusing to change.

“Fisher Benavides, you’ve caused trouble again, haven’t you!”

The nun spoke thus, but the response did not co from an ignorant and stubborn child of the past, but from Fisher Benavides twenty years later,

“Teresa… nun.”