In the Sardinian Kingdom, which is very far away from Sainte-Neali, in the decaying church of McDowell's Hearth Castle, Fisher hung up the phone and slowly moved his eyes away from the small confessional in front of him.
At this moment, because of the pursuit of death, his body was extremely weak, just like a terminally ill patient lying on the hospital bed waiting for his end. In fact, the situation he faced was even worse than the terminal illness, death.
Not only is it devouring his life force, but it is also speeding up the process in every possible way.
Seven days ago, he left the sycamore tree and came to the troll camp. Fisher removed the curse in the sycamore tree, and Valentina told Daliwuwu, Cocolia and the news that Valentina fell into deep sleep with the true blood of the phoenix.
The slime clan, who were waiting for their news, decided to wait there for Valentina, the last phoenix species, to wake up. They had not forgotten their loyalty to the phoenix, and the next thing they had to do was wait for Valentina to wake up.
Let’s talk about it later.
After hearing about Fisher's current state, the two troll elders and Emhardt re-read all the classics they could read, but none of them contained clues about [Death]. Anyway,
So far, Fisher doesn't know how the demon Agares, who was imprisoned in the abyss, made the death rune, nor how it works specifically.
In short, after a few days of struggle, Fisher really felt that he might not be destined to escape this disaster.
Before leaving, in order to express their gratitude to Fisher, the slimes decided to give him three free teleportation opportunities. Fisher had already roughly considered it, one to Pirate Harbor, one to return to Sannereal, and finally
Once he would go to the Southern Continent and see these people he still cared about for the last time, he would be able to welcome death calmly.
Slime agreed to his request, but before that, he had to roughly confirm the few tails left in the north. He first went to the camp of the Snow Fox species. Before he saw it there, he already knew that he was being attacked by evil spirits.
The snow fox saved by Erwind, as well as Balzac, Phyllis and Celty, who were about to leave the camp, gave a general description of the situation in the sycamore tree.
Phyllis is going to continue working as a mercenary elsewhere and is not planning to leave the North for the time being; Celty is planning to return to the Western Continent to continue studying for a degree. She is very young and will definitely make achievements in mechanics in the future.
Balzac did not grow a sycamore tree, so of course there was no way to write an academic paper on the sycamore tree, but he already had another content to write about, which was the study of "the evolution of panacea to stimulate disease".
He extracted this research from the conversation between the Snow Fox Patriarch and Erwind. He doesn't know if it counts as academic plagiarism, but if it does, there is a high chance that he can return to Shivali.
In short, everything in the north seems to be improving except for Fisher, who also successfully arrived at the last stop in the north, which is located in McDowell's Corrupted Church at the southern end of Sardinia.
There is his last friend in the north, the Moon Rabbit Sister Eloise.
Slime is now waiting for him in McDowell's city. If he decides to leave the North, he can go there to find them. They will teleport Fisher to where he is going. Fisher met Yi here.
Rose, saw that her church had been renovated with the help of Valentina, and a cross-border phone was installed, saying that it was installed so that she could contact friends she met during the trip. Fisher said this
I just thought of it and made a phone call to Elizabeth first.
At the door of the confessional, Fisher let out a long breath and did not put down the phone in his hand for a long time. In his arms, Emhardt was clinging to him half-deadly. It was obvious that he had tried his best to help Fisher before.
You have tried to find a way, but your efforts are still to no avail, and that kind of hope will turn into despair.
After a long time, Fisher put down the phone, patted the cover of Emhart's book with his bony hand, and said hoarsely,
"Where's Eloise?"
"Outside, who told you to be so annoying? The news that we finally got to see you is that you are going to die. She must be very sad, right?"
"I don't want to be like this. You know, I love ladies. I feel dissatisfied if I leave like this all of a sudden. But many times there is no way. Now I can only think about the good things that will happen after I die to feel relieved.
My own nervousness.”
Emhard glanced at him from his embrace and whispered,
"It's too late to admit that you are a scumbag now."
Fisher smiled slightly and did not deny it. Instead, he remembered Hedilyn who had disappeared in the Snow Fox Tribe. During this time, Emhardt told Fisher about the fact that Hedilyn was Baimon in the sycamore tree.
After Er said it, Fisher also guessed that she must have some plans for the northern border, but after all, her level was too high, and even if she had any purpose, he didn't know, let alone now that the situation had taken a turn for the worse.
He shook his head and stopped thinking. About a week had passed since the one month period specified by Erwind. Although he could still live for about three weeks, he could clearly feel that his physical condition was deteriorating every day. It was estimated that
In the end, he couldn't even move. He had to hurry up to meet the person he met.
"That's it, let's get ready to go. I'm causing trouble to Eloise by staying here. By the way, Emhart, I'm still curious about where you will go after I die. You have never been with me before.
I said."
"none of your business."
Emhardt had a bad mouth as he crawled into Fisher's arms, and suddenly shrank back into the pocket where he used to like to stay.
Just when Fisher raised his eyebrows and was about to ask more questions, there was a sudden rush of footsteps in the direction of the church hall. When he looked up, he saw Eloise, the moon rabbit, who was wearing a strict nun's robe and had slightly red eyes.
Having already walked over, Fisher opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't expect that she spoke first,
"Mr. Fisher, there seems to be someone outside, saying he's here to see you."
"Meet me? Slime?"
Fisher thought for a second in confusion. The slimes had agreed with him to stay at McDowell and wait for him, so they shouldn't be so anxious. But if it was someone else, who could come?
Looking for yourself?
Emhart, who was hiding in his arms, poked out one eye. Fisher was silent for a moment and nodded to Eloise, who was secretly wiping her tears. He walked towards the hall ahead and replied,
"I understand, thank you."
At the end of the hall, the statue of the Mother Goddess, bathed in the sunshine of the sky and casting a loving gaze, quietly stared at Fisher, who kept coughing and walked slowly towards the door. Eloise wanted to step forward to help him, but
He blocked it, and at the door of the church in front of him, the huge door opened a crack, revealing the ice and snow outside, and at the same time, a strange figure was revealed.
It was a very tall young man who looked very strange at first glance. The man was about 1.9 meters tall. He had slender limbs and a slender body. He had an extremely severe hunchback habit. He had black hair and black eyes, which was a typical image of the Kadu people.
The black hair on his head was shiny and messy, looking like it hadn't been washed for a long time. A little bit of white snow fell on his body, dyeing the pure black leather jacket he was wearing a completely opposite color.
The man's face was pale, and there were blue eye bags and dark circles under his dark eyes, which made him look lifeless and without energy at all. Following the cold wind blowing from outside the gate, Fisher coughed and first smelled
There was a strong smell of alcohol, and I didn't know how much the man in front of me had drunk.
"Ahem"
Just when Fisher was coughing, the man standing at the door of the church also noticed him. He knocked on the door with a hunched back and asked in a tone that sounded drunk,
"I'm in?"
"who are you?"
Without Fisher's consent, he squeezed through the door like a piece of paper, burped in the heat, and slowly closed the door behind him.
"It's too cold outside. Let me come in to keep warm first. Mother Goddess bless you. I forgot to introduce myself. Mr. Fisher Benavides, my name is Holland Dionisio. Call me
[Holland] That’s fine. Of course, you can also call me from the Creation Association as you are used to.”
His hunched body turned his head little by little, and the extremely obvious shadows easily covered half of his face. At the same time, he smiled sinisterly at Fisher in front of him.
"[Lord of Death]."
Fisher's brows furrowed little by little, and his left hand unconsciously moved to the hilt of the fluid sword attached to his waist, but he was now extremely weak from the torture of death, and was even worse than the zero level.
If the Creation Association sent someone to collect the three completion manuals from him at this time, he would be basically unable to resist.
But he did not panic. While he looked at the slender and tall Death Lord with vigilance, he softly turned to the confused Eloise next to him and said,
"Eloise, go to the second floor. No matter what happens, don't come down, and don't remember what you heard."
"But"
"Nothing to worry about, go immediately!"
Eloise was startled by Fisher's suddenly high-pitched voice. She carefully glanced at Fisher, who couldn't stop breathing even after saying this sentence, and the strange man in black in front of her. She sipped
He pursed his lips, finally nodded and turned to leave.
Death Qing yawned, and looked at Eloise turning away without moving. Instead, she sat on the wooden bench next to her as if she was tired from standing. Under the loving gaze of the Mother Goddess, she burped.
, he put his feet on the bench in front of him rather disrespectfully.
"There is no need to be so nervous, Mr. Fisher. I am the second person sent by Lord Destiny to support you after Lord Cardinal. We are not enemies."
Fisher sneered, coughed and sat down not far from him,
"Support? Now after I have defeated Erwind, then you came just in time."
Death Qing curled his lips, spread his hands innocently towards Fisher, and said,
"Can you blame me? I just arrived in the north two weeks ago, and I managed to catch up with you all the way from the land of women to Mia. You all went up to the snowy mountains again, and each of you climbed faster than a monkey. I am a human, and I am not as good as you.
Great supernatural power, I couldn’t bear it anymore halfway up the mountain and went down. I really have no choice and I really can’t help you.”
"I don't know what Lord Destiny is thinking. I, a newcomer who joined the association not long ago, was sent to do this kind of work. Now, like you, I am a zero-level human being. If we really want to fight, I will probably kill him in one round.
I was knocked down by you. Look, you killed my senior Soul Master before I even went to worship at the top of the mountain. Another big boss, Life Master, was killed by you again before I even got a chance to meet him. I shouldn’t have.
Is it right to be afraid of you?"
The Death King smiled, pointed at Fisher, who was coughing in front of him, and then took out a small wine bottle from his arms and took a sip.
On the contrary, Fisher narrowed his eyes after hearing the words of the Death Lord Huo Lan in front of him, and began to think carefully, but the hand hidden in his waist that was always holding the hilt of the fluid sword still did not let go.
"You ended up here without me being of any help. Although my current state is a bit miserable, I still feel a little guilty. And I roughly guessed what the real purpose of Fate's wanting me to come over is. Just like this,
If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask anything about our society and completing the manual. After you finish asking, you can do me a favor. After that, this thing will be yours."
As the Death Lord spoke, he took out a square book from his arms. The line of "Death Completion Manual" on the ancient book was so eye-catching, and Fisher really felt it.
It's really a complete manual.
"Death Completion Manual?"
"Yes, this is also the source of my death, and it is also the ironclad evidence that I was deceived by the immortal destiny. This thing is useless to me, but it may not be useful to you. [Death] is locked
You, even if it is an incomplete death, you cannot get rid of it easily. Maybe there is a solution in it, what about it, do you want to do it?"
"What do you want me to do for you?"
Lord Death took a sip of strong wine, pointed to Fisher's head in a daze, and said,
"kill me."
"you're drunk?"
"I don't, and you should also know that unless the previous owner dies, this thing won't be circulated at all, so stop nagging, just cut off my head and kill me, and you can hold on to the hope of living."
"The Lord of Destiny sent you to die. In fact, you were to complete the death manual for me. Did she expect that I would be stabbed by the death rune?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay if you understand it this way, come and try."
Fisher silently looked at the strangely behaving Death Lord in front of him, and he couldn't figure out the purpose of Death Lord, or rather, Lord Destiny.
The Lord of Death waited for a long time with his neck raised, but Fisher did not move in front of him. He made a "tsk" sound impatiently, then put a hand into his arms and whispered,
"In this case, don't blame me"
Fisher raised his eyebrows, watching as his hand that reached into his arms suddenly prepared to pull out, holding a short firecracker in his hand. The moment the firearm appeared, Fisher's body remained motionless.
, but a twisted and flexible blade suddenly jumped out from the front of the fluid sword hilt in his hand, quickly drawing a wide arc in front of Fisher.
"Pfft!"
The blade easily penetrated the Death Lord's neck, and with a flash of silver light, the firecracker he was holding suddenly fell to the ground. He himself covered his neck that was bleeding continuously and trembled in great pain.
After two blows, he staggered and fell to the ground.
"Ahem"
Fisher coughed and looked at the Death King who was lying on the ground and twitching in front of him. The blood in his arteries overflowed very quickly, and it didn't take long for his body to be covered with blood.
But a second later, something miraculous happened, as if some irresistible force was acting on his body. The blood that was constantly passing by was quickly returning to his body, and the flesh and blood chopped up by the fluid sword also moved strangely in mid-air.
It flew back to regroup and returned to his body.
Death's face, which had turned pale due to blood loss, quickly regained its color. His rolled eyes also jumped and returned to normal. He was not too surprised. Instead, he reached out and touched his neck.
After it became intact again, he sighed and sat up from the overturned wooden chair.
"As expected, it still doesn't work. Mr. Fisher, it would be great if you didn't use the Death Rune when dealing with the Life Minister. I will die pointing to this thing now."
Seeing the strange scene of death and resurrection in front of him, Fisher's extremely sensitive soul quickly scanned the body of Lord Death. The results showed that, as he said, he was completely an ordinary human being.
No, there are no traces of practicing magic or the crazy feeling of reading the supplementary manual.
Is the Death Lord in front of me a normal human being?
"Are you suspecting that I have read the Death Completion Manual? Don't worry, no one has read this thing. If I didn't have to die to transfer it to you so that you can read it, I can't wait to give it to you right now."
Feeling Fisher's scrutiny, the Death Lord patted the dust on his black leather coat. He glanced at the Death Completion Manual placed on the table with disgust and said this.
"How did you do that?"
"Haha, you should have a basic understanding of the various gods in this world, such as the God of Hundreds of Appearances or the Gate."
Hearing this, Fisher coughed and then added what he said:
"Well, I know there are a few others."
"That's good, then have you ever heard of the god in charge of [death]? A god who has the same power as any other god and is in charge of all the rules of death in this world."
"Never."
Lord Death lifted up the overturned bench caused by being hit by the fluid sword just now, then took another sip of strong wine and said to Fisher in front of him,
"That's okay, you know from today on. He is the god of death [Hercrow], [God of Unconsciousness], [Death of Destiny], [The Ultimate of All Things], and he is also the culprit of the miserable situation you and I are in now.
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