Asian Girl Completion Manual

Chapter 725 25. The spreading non-self

"Angel?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Fisher, but also Renee and Gelsemium's expressions changed slightly.

Gelsemium looked down at the black mycelium beside him in disbelief. He once again twirled the removed fungus powder with his fingers. He could only confirm that these fungi were alive, but he could not distinguish them from the ten thousand years old fungi. Compared to the angels they had seen before.

After feeling the texture on his fingertips, Gelsemium quickly raised her eyes to look at Fisher and looked at him.

"Gu Gu."

The mycelial bulges that rise and fall in the wide space behind the door occasionally vibrate with the touch like the breaking of pustules, which makes it difficult for Fisher to relax his brows, while David gently reaches out and touches the fungus bubbles in front of him, facing Fisher said softly,

"Mr. Fisher, although I don't want to admit that these things in front of me are the saints, there is a feeling that always tells me that they are the saints.

"Angels."

The next second, a weak fluorescent light emitted from David's eyes. The light swept up and down the bacterial bags in front of him. After a brief pause, another light emitted from it, out of thin air. A bright outline.

If the bacterial pods formed by the black mycelium are swollen pieces of flesh, then what David is outlining now are the individual muscles and bones. Under his bright light, a basic humanoid frame is established. out.

David even imitated the movements of the simulated humanoid. In this way, Fisher could see the humanoid raising its hands to block and curling up slightly, as if it was facing some terrible enemy.

"Based on the concentration of mycelium in the fungus bag, the human shape can be roughly outlined, and the remaining smaller areas were grown later. In other words, Mr. Fisher, these raised fungus bags are the body parts of the angels. .”

"All of this was done by Harmon Harmon"

"Yes, [I] did all of this."

At this moment, behind Fisher, a quiet female voice suddenly sounded. She turned around and saw Harmon with the head of a human and the body of a snake behind her. She confessed to Fisher's inference and did not even reveal more. With an expression on his face, he just said,

"I have checked all the remaining parts, and there is no critical damage. We can continue with the banquet."

"banquet?"

Gelsemium stood up from the hyphae spreading on the ground, narrowed his eyes and asked Harmon,

"So, we are going to continue your party on the corpses of these angels?"

"Corpse?"

Harmon tilted his head slightly, stretched out his finger to point to the mycelium on the ground, and said doubtfully,

"They are not dead. You should be able to check that easily. They are all alive."

"you"

Gelsemium wanted to say something more, but Fisher raised his hand to stop him, because from Harmon's eyes, he really felt that he was doubtful.

Does he really think that these angels are not dead?

"Hiss."

Harmon vomited out the letter of his incarnation, looked at the humanoid outline outlined by David, and seemed to be reminiscing about something, and said to Fisher and the others,

"Thousands of years ago, I fulfilled my covenant with Dream and came to liquidate the traitors who had stolen the fruits; I adopted Dream's method and put a very small part of my power into the body of the transferred person and sent it into this world. But the transferred person had a long-lasting confrontation with me, and his willpower was far stronger than I imagined. As a result, the power I left in his body never thrived.

"Until the war."

Mythical war?

As Harmon spoke, he walked forward while using his hands to guide the way forward. From the corner of his eye, Fisher caught a glimpse of his snake tail carefully sliding past the raised fungi, as if he was afraid of touching it. When you encounter them,

"The fuse of the war was caused by you, the moon. You unleashed terrifying power on behalf of fragile humans, completely igniting the long-standing grievances between demigods and mythical species, and spreading the whirlpool of war. To the whole world”

"That's not me, that's my predecessor."

"Isn't that you?"

Harmon Harmon just asked so calmly, Renee was silent for a moment, and then replied,

"No, it's not."

"Is it."

Harmon did not compete for the topic, but continued to talk about the past war.

"The war lasted for a long time. The angels around the transferred people saw the danger in advance, so they built a large number of shelters in the spiritual world as a retreat. But the retreat is just a retreat, and there is no retreat in the war, especially against the angels' arrogant creator. In terms of.

"As the war continued, the casualties of the angels increased, until you, or your authority, your predecessor, He, used your authority to invade the gap and seal the devil, causing the destruction of the material boundary, and the angels' My hometown also fell.

"At that time, the powerful angel beside the transferred person was present. He was at the place where the holy realm fell, and he was also affected by the collapse of the material boundary."

The footsteps of Fisher and Gelsemium suddenly stopped, and they seemed to realize something at the same time.

Ten thousand years ago, the five of them acted together.

Heller, Fisher, Gelsemium, Asuka Karasawa and Mikhail.

The person whose power is transferred by Harmon is Mikhail, so the powerful angel beside the transferred person he mentioned is.

"Michael"

"When the Holy Land fell, Michael was in the Holy Land?"

"dad."

Harmon Harmon nodded and then said,

"The huge damage that the angel suffered in the fall of the Holy Realm gave me the opportunity to awaken my power. It also tore a huge wound in the heart of the transferred person. I drilled out of that wound, as I As expected, destruction spreads throughout the world.

"My chaos began to infiltrate the consciousness of the transferred people, and my creation began to change everything he created. They fought against me, and you should already know what happened next. I, along with all of them, were sealed here and never left again. However, it was only because of the Internet that the outside world saw the light of day again.”

Harmon's expression was neither sad nor happy when he mentioned this. He was clearly talking about content that was closely related to Himself, but it sounded more like a third-person describer, which had little to do with Himself.

Fisher quickly found the key to everything he said, so he asked,

"So, what exactly happened after you were sealed off with the angels here? Instead of continuing your past mission, you invited us to your banquet, and even dared to kill the incarnation of the ocean. die?"

"My power polluted everything here in an instant, and everything began to change, and non-self spread. In fact, later on, the nature of the shelter used to seal us was completely changed by my power. It It’s no longer a prison for me, it’s just that I don’t want to get out.”

Yes, when I entered here before, there was even a huge eye growing on the surface of the entire shelter. It was obviously already deeply polluted.

But if this is the case, why is Harmon unwilling to go out?

Why does He suddenly look so different from the destructive alien gods of the past?

Fisher did not ask further questions, because as Harmon swayed ahead, he was getting closer to the so-called "reason".

At this moment, they had crossed a lot of hyphae. At this moment, the hyphae around them were getting sparser, revealing an extremely clean ground.

At the other end behind the gate, there was a cylindrical space about tens of meters high. After arriving here, Harmon finally stopped and kept moving forward since seeing Fisher. footsteps.

But he suddenly stopped here and said to Fisher and the others,

"Here we are."

Fisher raised his eyes and looked upward, only to see a kind of white hyphae that was completely different from the black hyphae in front of him was connected in the mid-air of the cylindrical space, covering all the visible places above and below like a spider web.

And not far in front of them, at the end covered with white mycelium like a throne or a bed, the figure of a real angel suddenly appeared.

"That is."

In the center of the white mycelium, it turned out to be an indistinguishable but extremely handsome red-haired angel. He was wearing a piece of broken angel armor, his eyes were tightly closed, and the white skin on his body showed cracks like when ceramics are broken. .

The outstanding one among the seven archangels remained the same as before ten thousand years ago, but at this moment he had a broken arm, the illusory wings behind him had disappeared, and the halo on his head was dim.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, leaving only a human male with his eyes closed tightly and motionless in his remaining arm.

He wore many embedded prosthetics that Fisher had seen before, which weakened his human smell a bit. But if you look closely, you can see that he is also using an arm to go around his back. Hug that angel tightly.

It was Michael and the Archangel Michael.

Are they really still there?

"Dad! Mom!"

When he saw the pair of figures hugging each other among the white mycelium, David was the first to float forward uncontrollably. His voice calling Michael and Mikhail aroused Fisher's arms. Resonating with Emhart, he squeezed out his head and watched David running over there.

He should have known that Gabriel might have

Therefore, Emhart's eyes looked a little complicated at this moment.

But as David flew in that direction little by little, his fast-moving body brought up the breeze flowing around him. The breeze blew forward slightly, and actually blew out the hugging figure of Michael and Mikhail. Ups and downs.

Fisher's pupils shrank and he shouted in a low voice,

"Don't move! David!"

"Mr. Fisher?"

"Boom!"

David's forward movement stagnated slightly, but just above him, the thick and huge white mycelium suddenly seemed to come alive. The moment it sensed David's approach, a fist made of mycelium flew out. It suddenly hit David who had stopped.

"Whoosh!"

Fortunately, the moment before the fist fell, Fisher turned into an afterimage and passed by, suddenly grabbing the stunned David and pulling him back.

"boom!"

The huge mycelium erupted with a powerful force that was not inferior to those of the 19th level. Fortunately, the speed was not fast, and it was more than enough for Fisher to escape with David.

But as they tried to retreat, more fine mycelium spread out from the white hyphae for no reason and headed in the direction of Fisher and David, chasing after them as if they were annoyed.

"Woo"

Fisher even heard a whimper similar to a human voice from the hyphae.

these things

Fisher frowned and took David back to Renee and Gelsemium. Fisher looked at the chasing white mycelium and was about to pull out his fluid sword, but Harmon was already standing in front of them.

"Zi"

The strange thing is that when those hyphae came close to Harmon, they began to undergo extremely drastic changes, as if a chemical reaction had occurred out of thin air.

Thick smoke came out as if it was being burned. As the smoke filled the air, the ends of the rushing hyphae had strangely turned into some kind of colorful crystals.

It was the authority of Harmon Harmon that activated, and Fisher felt the emergence of the power of authority, just like the chaos he had felt in the past, and he was quite sensitive to it.

"Kakaka!"

After that, the crystal was dragged by gravity and fell to the ground.

"Woooooo~"

Seeing that it was damaged, the huge white hyphae entrenched in front let out a slight whimpering sound, but did not pursue it any further. Instead, they cautiously retracted the chasing hyphae, and the huge fist that had fallen earlier also slowly moved forward. Lift it up and return to mid-air.

"there."

What's strange is that after the huge fist was raised, Michael and Mikhail, who had distinct shapes, suddenly disappeared.

"Dad.Mom"

David's analysis processor suddenly froze in place as if it was overloaded, but Fisher, who had just seen clearly how Michael and Mikhail were being blown by the breeze, had an ugly expression.

He looked at Harmon, who was standing in front of them without saying a word, and spoke to Him with a firm tone,

"The white hyphae are Mikhail and Michael, right?"

"."

The next second, streaks of colorful fungus powder floated on the surface of the white mycelium.

Under the control of mycelium, those bacterial powders condensed in mid-air like obsessions and phantoms, condensing from pixels into what Fisher and the others saw just now, the embrace of Michael and Mikhail. picture.

There was no difference in the tranquility of that scene, as if time had been frozen through those mycelium, keeping their figures at that moment forever.

Harmon did not answer immediately after hearing this. He just looked at the condensed pictures in the distance, and for the first time, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a long time, and then he came back from some thoughts and reflections.

"Hiss...hiss..."

He spat out the letter, looked at Fisher and nodded and said,

"That's right, Mr. Fisher. That's the angel and the transferred person I'm hosting."

Fisher raised his eyes and looked at the huge white hyphae above. From this angle, the thick masses of hyphae were like the hugging gestures of the two people below, just like the outline of a circle of hugs magnified countless times. , telling the story before they became like this.