Capítulo 979: Chapter 52: Helair
Amidst the dense primordial jungle, the deep purple invisible floral fragrance gradually spread, laying out an endless killing intent that made Fisher uneasy in this world.
His Thirteen Rank physical strength seed to revert to the level of a Zeroth Rank ordinary human at this mont, no matter how he ran, he couldn’t escape the bounds of this forest. But it shouldn’t have been such a long journey when he ca here.
“Fisher, where do you think you’re going?”
At the sa ti, the lady’s voice in pursuit, carrying pure murderous intent, made his scalp tingle, as he couldn’t understand why things had co to this point. He hadn’t even started operating before being carved up by the won behind him like wolves and tigers?
Fisher clutched his chest, where Renie’s seal was still bright, realizing it was still exerting its effect in dispelling the pursuit of death, Fisher’s frantic heart gradually cald down.
Stay calm, this is a ti long, long before the era he lived in, there was no way Rafael, Elizabeth, and Valentina would appear here.
They are all illusions, what he should think about is how to break out of this situation rather than figuring out how to solve the impending doom… Well, that might be sothing Fisher needs to consider afterwards, but it’s definitely not now.
“Fisher!!”
While he was pondering, a sudden sound of steam roaring beside him, he turned his head with narrowed eyes to see Rafael, enveloped by a cyclone, diving down from a giant tree nearby, clutching him fiercely with claws in a swift action, rolling over on the ground and breaking several trees.
“Don’t you even want to explain to ? Who are those won? When you were on the South Continent, I only heard about soone nad ‘Renie’, how co suddenly there are so many people? What marriage ring, you have to clarify for !”
Rafael angrily grabbed Fisher’s white robe, hysterically pointing to Valentina, who was emitting frost in the distance, questioning Fisher.
“This… it’s a bit complicated to explain…”
Fisher replied perfunctorily, knowing that everything in front of him was an illusion, of course he wouldn’t explain, he just avoided the topic, looking around trying to find a flaw in this illusion.
So far, he didn’t even understand what ford this illusion, using death to explain seed sowhat pale because with True God He Ya’s calculative thod, it was really ridiculous for Him to use such a lowbrow ans to settle personal affairs.
“Ha?”
Rafael stared in bewildernt at the extrely perfunctory Fisher below, tilted her head, with the steam on her body becoming increasingly hot as if it could roast a person alive, anwhile, the grasp on Fisher’s white robe beca stronger,
“Alright… can’t I even deserve an explanation from you, Fisher!”
“What’s he explaining to you, he’s my husband, who are you, why should he explain to you?”
Valentina, with a cold face, flapped her wings and flew over, aggressively trying to grab Rafael sitting on Fisher, attempting to pull her away, yet before she could tighten her grip, she retracted her hand, burnt by the extrely scalding steam from the other side.
“Husband? You say he’s your husband?!”
“Yes! Do you have any objections?”
Rafael looked at her with an expression akin to viewing a dead person, Valentina retaliated with an equally unyielding glare, the scene seed like a terrifying clash of ice and fire, making Fisher feel utterly speechless even within the illusion.
He didn’t look at the terrifying confrontation between the two ladies, but just looked up at the sky above the forest, suddenly realizing that a bright light appeared faintly in the sky at this mont, under which a layer of purple mist that he hadn’t noticed before was revealed, similar to the Tyndall effect.
The light revealing the true form of the purple mist spread over the treetops, seemingly pointing to a specific direction within the forest, as if mystically revealing to him the specific reason for the occurrence of this illusion, guiding him forward.
“Move!”
Just as Fisher squinted his eyes to observe the faint purple mist above, a female voice carrying bloodthirsty killing intent suddenly exploded in the direction his head was facing.
Fisher retracted his gaze to see Elizabeth, bloodshot eyes, brandishing a knife, rushing toward him like a frenzy, her hands suddenly lifting the blade aid right at his neck as if to cut it clean through.
Confronted with the bloodthirsty gleam of the blade, Fisher’s body stiffened suddenly, not knowing why. Though Elizabeth’s physical quality even with the integration of Gedelin’s Sword was only enough to break through to the Extraordinary Rank from Fifth Rank, at this mont, whether it was Fisher’s slow reactions or the other’s intent ruling, ultimately, when he painfully turned his head away, the blade dangerously grazed Fisher’s cheek, leaving an extrely perilous scar.
Fisher realized he could no longer hesitate, lingering any longer in this illusion, and death would truly catch up to him.
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