Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

Chapter 1460 - 57: Mistress_2

Moreover, Fisher had learned the conditions for creating holy objects while in the Holy Land, which require a powerful energy source and a suitable medium. In fact, the sea floor seems to be a very suitable site for forging, no matter how you look at it.The sea floor not only has various active volcanoes but also abounds with a large amount of water energy serving as a medium. This is probably why, even after the demise of the Holy Land, relics can still be produced naturally by Whale-man Species like Mu Xi and Xuan Can.

Bringing Moli, who was always ready to depart, Fisher took out the whistle that the Death Lord had previously given him.

As he walked out of the Praying Tower, he gently put the whistle to his lips and blew lightly, emitting an extremely strange and unpleasant sound.

Hearing that sound, Emhardt, who was nestled in his arms, flew out uncomfortably to avoid it. Unfortunately, he didn’t have hands to cover his ears like Moli beside him.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

With the harsh and unpleasant sound of the whistle blown from Fisher’s fingers, a familiar sensation suddenly surrounded him.

That kind of...

The aura of death?

"Tweet~Chirp~"

At this moment, a somewhat unpleasant bird’s cry came from an unknown direction in the Dragon Court.

Fisher’s ears moved slightly, and he looked up at the sky, just in time to see a shaky gray sparrow from the South Continent flying this way. However, the sharp-eyed Fisher quickly noticed something strange about that sparrow.

He saw that the sparrow in the sky had a shriveled body, and its belly, which should have been plump, was completely sunken in. From the outside, it appeared to have a big hole from which its completely shriveled internal organs were exposed.

The sparrow’s feathers were messy, and its head was deformed due to some external force, yet it continued to fly tenaciously.

It seemed to be manipulated by some mysterious force, possessing some kind of eerie undying vitality. Its pale, lifeless yet constantly twinkling eyes gazed at Fisher and Moli below.

"Coo Coo..."

"Holan?"

"..."

The sparrow, which looked like a corpse, staggered and landed on the eaves of a nearby building, tilting its head to look at Fisher below. After a moment of silence, an unpleasant imitation of Kado language emerged from its vacant belly,

"I have... arrived... at the gate... waiting for you... to come over..."

"Things here... are not quite right... come quickly..."

As the sparrow struggled to utter the words it was trying to convey, one word at a time, along with several small white maggots fell out, the sparrow with a hollow belly tilted its little head and fell from the eaves, becoming motionless.

...

...

At this moment, crossing the northern end of the Southern Branch Mountain Range was the frontline where the Red Dragon Court had previously fought against the Fake Court. It was also where Fisher had seen the traces of war left before.

Further northward from this leftover battlefield, for several tens of kilometers, was now densely packed with military tents, with soldiers shuttling back and forth to transport fortifications and logistics supplies. This was the camp of the Human Alliance.

"General Barbatos, all fortifications are ready and awaiting orders."

Inside the main tent, a messenger cautiously entered with his head down, reporting the readiness of everything outside to the tall man sitting at the end of the tent.

Although it was the main tent of the army, the setup inside was particularly simple, with no battle maps or officers in charge of strategic discussions.

In other Nali’s armies, such a main tent setup might seem a bit strange, but soldiers of this Human Alliance had long been accustomed to it.

Not to mention, this was the secret to General Barbatos’ invincibility. He was so powerful, and his decisions had never been wrong, that his soldiers were long used to following his orders without questioning him.

Upon hearing the messenger’s report, the two in the tent seemed uninterested. Besides General Barbatos, it was the chief of staff Agares.

Barbatos did not respond, but the petite woman with glasses, wearing a white military uniform, waved a hand at him and said,

"Got it, you may leave."

"Yes!"

After the messenger exited the tent, leaving them in silence once more, Barbatos glanced at Agares beside him and said,

"Paimon says that guy hasn’t fully sunk into chaos, and it’s not the time yet to take Fermat Baha’s blessing from that Dragon-man Species... Let’s put some pressure on them first. It’s best if that Dragon-man Species gets injured so he will hasten."

Upon hearing this, Agares looked silently at the entrance of the tent, her fingers constantly stroking her chin, and a trace of something inscrutable flashed behind her glasses.

After pondering for a while, she murmured,

"Barbatos, do you think... Paimon is trustworthy?"

Barbatos looked at her emotionlessly, questioning,

"What do you mean?"

"Our entire race has been imprisoned for over a thousand years under the judgment of that Fake God, yet she has been roaming freely outside all this time..."

"Hasn’t she long since been with us..."

"I know she’s confessed to us, she mentioned her relationship with those Angels, and Baal and the others are not unaware of Paimon’s true background, but that’s not what I’m talking about..."