Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 1049 - 76: Tao

As Fisher’s body slowly descended towards Handle’s head resting on the ground, a sudden tension filled her peach-colored eyes. Perhaps she hadn’t anticipated that these insignificant Transferees before her would dare to be so bold, risking everything to destroy Handle’s remains.

In fact, Master Tao had gone easy on Fisher and his group earlier, those attacks were more for control rather than lethal intent. Just as Fisher had accurately deduced, she needed to keep Handle’s body intact, for without it, he couldn’t be reborn. And as the Third Son who had once received blessings from Mother, Handle’s death would certainly provoke the wrath of the World Tree Mother, more severe even than the loss of the True God’s gifted Destiny Loom.

Master Tao was the most clear-eyed Elf among the Third Sons when it came to the past, yet she didn’t know that the past could hide secrets from its watchers. When she assumed that these Transferees were nothing more than trapped insignificant beings, she hadn’t expected them to be so audacious, daring enough to use her brother’s head to threaten her.

Just like a mere mosquito relentlessly hovering over a baby’s fragile head, even as an adult, you might possess a heavy sense of Gravity but are still hesitant to act for fear of harming the baby...

But to Master Tao, it was nothing more.

"Enough."

Having fully grasped what this group of Humans intended, she considered these actions their final act of madness, merely the desperate attempt of doomed rogues. Against her might, even if they were all Mythical Species of Fifteenth Rank, it would be futile; they couldn’t escape.

Thinking thus, Master Tao spoke coldly, then slightly flicked her fingers. Handle’s head atop the ground halted slightly, soon sprouting from the earth as countless thick peach blossom branches tightly enveloped Handle’s head, thwarting Fisher’s collision plan entirely.

Fisher’s body, marked by the peach blossom branches on his right arm and back, tangled within the floral cage, rendered the attack powerless. Yet Fisher, seemingly relentless, grasped the Fluid Sword with his Left Hand, appearing ready to break apart the cage and attack the head within.

But Master Tao, showing no mercy, slightly tugged her fingers. The peach blossom cage encapsulating Handle suddenly trembled towards Fisher. Amid a sound that resonated with agonizing pain, "crack," Fisher’s entire being was flung far into the distance.

"Boom!"

"Mr. Fisher!"

The surrounding wind continued to rage wildly as Fisher’s body flew far away, like a kite with a broken string, Tangze Asuka’s brows furrowed with anguish as she screamed loudly, while Master Tao, having properly retrieved Handle’s body, was now entirely free of worries.

The end.

Master Tao icily placed Handle’s head back onto his body, casting her gaze slightly at Fisher, who kept flying into the distance. Yet she seemed to find a hint of a smile on Fisher’s face, indicating some sort of successful scheme.

Master Tao slightly furrowed her brows, but the next moment, she witnessed Fisher’s backup plan.

As it turned out, Fisher’s extended Fluid Sword Blade wasn’t aimed at Handle’s head protected by the peach blossoms, or rather, Fisher’s goal wasn’t to crush Handle’s head from the start. He merely used Handle’s head as a ruse to attract Master Tao’s attention; his true aim was singular all along, and that was to escape.

Despite suffering heavy injuries, Fisher utilized the surging wind’s force to swiftly head towards the external space fissure, where the illusory shadow of the World Tree hovered above the sea surface. Meanwhile, the extended Fluid Sword Blade rapidly entangled the bodies of the fallen, uncertain Mikhail and Tangze Asuka, pulling them out of their original positions to flee toward the outside sea alongside him.

Fisher’s back and right hand throbbed with intense pain, but his eyes fixed firmly on the distant sea. He needed to reach the location of the sea surface, and this was the plan’s second phase.

With Tangze Asuka’s accelerating Wind Magic, their speed was astonishing; leveraging the wind, they almost instantaneously traversed the edge of Jianmu Palace, reaching the sea surface. Even Master Tao seemed increasingly distant, as if she was being left completely behind...

"Seems...like I’ve underestimated you, insignificant being. Repeatedly playing your tricks, thinking you could escape this way? But you’ve made one miscalculation as a trivial being, you should never have returned Handle’s head to me..."

Yet simultaneously, Master Tao’s mature, captivating cold voice resounded from afar, each word and sentence like an unstoppable meteor crashing into Fisher’s soul, merely hearing her words made Fisher dizzy.

But how could Fisher not recognize the risk of returning Handle’s head to Master Tao?

Once Handle’s head was no longer theirs, it meant that the Nineteenth Rank Master Tao was about to recklessly unleash her full might against them. Fisher hadn’t previously faced a rational Mythical Rank being in conflict, let alone Master Tao, who was a standout among the Nineteenth Rank.

However, Fisher had no choice; without returning the head, he couldn’t gain enough distance from Master Tao to reach the shore, and without reaching the shore, they would surely die.