Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

No wonder, no wonder Elliog said Paimon had a good relationship with the Angel, so this is the reason...

Hiss...

While brainstorming, Fisher clutched the wound on his side, his face pale from the pain.

Since entering the Mythical Species, the fusion of body and soul had brought substantial progress in quality. However, conversely, once he suffered a serious injury, it would also cause pain to the soul. Moreover, his own Mythical Rank was particularly special, affected by the interference of Chaos.

Thus, at this moment, as the whispers rose continuously in his mind, his body began to irregularly writhe and undulate.

"Fisher, are you alright?!"

At this moment, Emhardt, who was brought back by this special time travel, finally felt a little better. He inhaled, drawing the golden words from his mouth back into his body, and then the sound of pages rapidly turning echoed inside the book.

After tidying his state, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Fisher lying on the ground, inspecting him up and down,

"Your body has been polluted by Chaos! And you’re heavily injured! My god! I need to... Oh, how could I forget that you’ve already entered the Mythical Rank. Injuries like this should recover quickly. But why do you seem unaffected despite being eroded by Chaos..."

Fisher gritted his teeth, gasping several times, then shook his head and said,

"I’m also confused... Emhardt, where are we now? Storm Sea? It doesn’t quite feel like it..."

"Yeah, I feel the same way..."

Upon receiving Fisher’s response, Emhardt floated up from him, surveying the surroundings.

They lay alone on a vast, shaded field, the surroundings quiet. The golden sunlight of the midday morning poured down from the sky, coloring the space near and far with distinct layers.

In the distance, a column of smoke at the edge of vision had blurred into a silhouette; near them, the lush green field didn’t resemble the appearance of the Storm Sea situated at the center of the Ocean...

Where exactly were they?

"Tweet! Tweet!"

Just as Emhardt found the scene increasingly familiar, the crisp, unknown, cute sound beside Fisher and him suddenly attracted their attention.

They both looked, only to find, beside the patch of land where Fisher rested, in the gaps between the short grass, pairs of small eyes curiously watched them.

The owner of the eyes seemed to be round creatures indistinguishable from the soil, and their cautious gaze was their distinctive feature...

"Earth Spirit?"

"Where are we..."

"South Continent!"

As Fisher incredulously clutched his side and sat up, from beneath the soil he had been pressing on, six or seven Earth Spirits suddenly sprang out, quickly fleeing along with those that had gathered to watch Fisher and Emhardt.

Fisher frowned, glancing around. Having just crossed over because of his severe injuries, his mind wasn’t entirely clear.

Now reminded by Emhardt and those iconic Earth Spirits, as he looked around again, everything appeared familiar.

In the far distance, he heard the faint sound of waves. Slowly standing, he finally confirmed that this vast field was the place he had traversed before.

Fisher still remembered the last time he came to the South Continent. Originally, he intended to take Rafael away, although he eventually abandoned the plan. However, he remembered the route from South to North.

And this was the place they passed after leaving Philone City.

At that time, a war had occurred between the demi-human tribes and the Schwali City Lord Alliance’s army, ending in a disastrous defeat for the demi-human tribes. He still remembered the field littered with demi-human corpses and the marks left by artillery fire, yet after all this time, even Earth Spirits occupied the area.

Spiritual essences are inherently timid species, extremely sensitive to the land. Once they detect environmental instability, they would immediately move away. Hence, the resurgence of Earth Spirits here meant peace had prevailed for a long time... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

What happened?

Wasn’t he traversing the Storm Sea deep in the East Ocean, so why didn’t the return take the original route?

Emhardt also wandered around Fisher, puzzled, inspecting the surrounding field and the slowly rising smoke at the horizon’s edge, then turned his head to propose to Fisher,

"Fisher, there seems to be habitation over there. Let’s go check it out. We must have been teleported here by that damned Paimon!"

Fisher nodded in agreement. Despite the severity of his injuries, his body was gradually recovering, to the point where he could manage to walk.

As he walked alongside Emhardt, he couldn’t help but ask,

"Emhardt, you say Helair... that Demon God, Paimon?"

"Exactly! She must have a purpose hiding around you! That damned Demon! Perhaps she’s a spy deployed by the Demon Dynasty within the Holy Land! We were fooled by her!"