Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 1179 - 117: Matilda (Part 3)

"Get lost, native, I heard... those knowledge..."

Behind him, the sacrificial death wrapped Fisher ever tighter, while Margaret no longer cared about him, feeling the continuous Life Authority flowing from the Death Authority. She was almost rejoicing as she lifted the World Tree Tear below, blending it into the form born of the Life Authority.

In Margaret’s memory, what exactly should her Matilda look like?

She was so obedient and lovely, quick to learn languages, and very sensible.

When she felt exhausted, faced with humiliation from German officers wanting to commit suicide, she would use her small, warm body to embrace her...

She would say,

"Mom, it’s okay..."

My Matilda...

My daughter...

Just then, as death continued to invade Fisher’s body, the power stored at his waist generated intense resistance against the rules. His failing constitution finally ceased its decline, and amidst the weak murmurs at ear, Fisher suddenly looked up, only to see the golden teardrop wrapped in constantly merging flesh in front of Margaret.

The thing forming had no semblance of a baby’s shape, its repulsive body bearing tentacles, exuding the stench of flesh which the world rejected, with little blood bubbles resembling a baby’s cries. Seeing this, Fisher felt his eyes hurt.

"Awooooo!!! Ahhhh!!!"

Though the sacrificial offering was incomplete, and the flesh wrapping the World Tree Tear was only fist-sized, the repulsive creature had already begun sprouting little mouths with fangs, emitting an extremely piercing scream.

Yet upon hearing the piercing noise, Margaret felt a sense of intimacy, and tears unexpectedly fell from her eyes,

"Soon... soon... Matilda... I’ll give your body, limbs, and organs back to you... soon..."

Is this person completely insane already?!

Fisher could no longer bear it. With eyes about to crack, he forcefully tore open the lines of death on his body. The power of his Mythical Rank finally manifested. He stomped the ground, reached out his hand, and the Fluid Sword issued an incredibly terrifying explosive sound like a javelin, heading towards Margaret.

Margaret, her eyes locked onto Fisher, began to shift even before he moved. As the Fluid Sword with its terrifying power flew over, she moved her entire body aside, avoiding this extremely dangerous strike.

"Boom!"

The fleeting Fluid Sword, accompanied by a resounding explosion, smashed through the upper portion of the tower tens of meters high, sending debris flying into the air, its power not yet dissipated.

Along the edges of the power, it grazed the periphery of the floating flesh entity, smashing part of the tentacles and pustules she’d barely formed. Though the teardrop hadn’t fully merged to grant her consciousness, she instinctively cried out.

"Uwaaa!"

"No!!"

This completely enraged Margaret. She hurriedly used the Weaver’s power to lift ’Matilda’ into the air, making it harder for Fisher to reach her.

Up there, while death continued to extract Life Authority for Matilda’s body, the process continued.

Afterward, facing Fisher with a manic expression, Margaret turned around, staring at him fiercely, reaching out her hand,

"The Weaver may not conquer the World Tree, but can it not conquer a native who just stepped into the Mythical Rank? Your every move, what you intend to do, I see all... Asuka refused to sacrifice you; this place is no longer related to you... Why, why stop Matilda and me from reuniting."

Fisher looked expressionlessly at the slowly expanding flesh creature wrapped in the golden light of the teardrop, then suddenly laughed mockingly,

"If your previous daughter grew to look like this, then I think this incident really is..."

"Ah ah ah!"

But before he finished speaking, Margaret had already madly lifted her arm, the chaotic power of the Destiny Loom at this moment driven by enormous power, transformed into a storm that swept towards Fisher.

Where the storm passed, visible matter began to continuously shrink, air compressed, matter concentrated until the volume diminished to emit scorching light, evident of its destructiveness.

But the problem was, for Fisher, such an attack was far too slow.

He simply reached out, calling back the Fluid Sword from behind, dodging the terrifying strike like lightning, and then taking advantage of the opportunity, he again hurled the Fluid Sword. But as before, Margaret dodged as though she foresaw it, the spatially fracturing offensive once again missed.

Fisher’s body remained unhesitant, quickly moving towards the pool. But before taking a few steps forward, he felt time around him slow down exponentially, a deadly sense of danger surged in his heart, promptly retreating from Margaret’s attack range.

Once again, the situation fell into stalemate, the two facing each other remotely, not daring to approach.

In reality, Fisher and Margaret both found themselves helpless against the other.

Most of the Weaver’s ability was currently focused on altering the Death Authority, limiting offensive capability, and Margaret’s maternal instinct drove her not to stray far from the airborne Matilda. Conversely, Margaret seemed able to foresee Fisher’s upcoming actions, minimizing his potential harm.

Additionally, Fisher didn’t want to be entangled with the current Margaret but wanted to confirm Tangze Asuka’s current status first.

He squinted, gazing at the pool exuding a thick aura of death, the crimson suffused, yet persistently silent.

And beneath the stone tower, within the Ideal Country, the sacrificial offerings of death continued.