Asian Girl Completion Manual.

Chapter 381 2. Death Lord (5k)

"Huhuhu~"

In the land of Sardinia, which is very far away from Saint Nari, in the Healing Church of McDowell Furnace Castle, Fisher, who hung up the phone, slowly moved his eyes away from the narrow confessional room in front of him.

At this moment, because of the pursuit of death, his body has become extremely weak, just like a terminally ill patient lying on the hospital bed waiting for his own end, but in fact, the situation he is facing is worse than terminal illness, death Not only is it devouring his vitality, but it is also speeding up the process in every possible way.

Seven days ago, he left the plane tree and came to the camp of the trolls. Fisher told Daliuwu, Cocolia and The slime family who were waiting for their news, decided to wait for Valentina, the last phoenix species, to wake up there. They have not forgotten their loyalty to the phoenix, and the next thing is to wait for Valentina to wake up. I'll talk about it later.

After hearing about Fisher's current state, the two troll elders and Emhart re-read all the classics they could read, but none of them involved any clues about [death], anyway So far, Fisher has no idea how the demon god Agares imprisoned in the abyss made the death rune, nor how it works.

In short, after a few days of struggling, Fisher really felt that he might be doomed to escape this disaster.

Before leaving, in order to express their gratitude to Fisher, the slimes decided to give him three chances to teleport for free. Fisher has roughly considered it. Once he went to the Southern Continent to meet those people whom he still cared about for the last time, and he would be able to face death calmly.

Slime agreed to his request, but before that, he had to roughly confirm the tail left in the northern border. He first went to the camp of the snow fox species, and he knew that it was killed by the cat before he saw it there. The snow fox species rescued by Erwind, as well as Balzac, Phyllis, and Celti who were about to leave the camp, gave an overview of the situation in the plane tree.

Phyllis is going to other places to continue working as a mercenary, and she is not planning to leave the northern border for the time being; Celty is planning to return to the Western Continent to continue studying for a degree. She is very young and will definitely make achievements in mechanics in the future.

Balzac did not go to become a sycamore tree, so of course it was impossible to write an academic paper on the sycamore tree, but he already had another content to write about, that is, the research on "the evolutionary drive of diseases by panacea". He extracted this research from the conversation between Chief Xuehu and Erwende, and he didn't know if it was considered academic plagiarism, but if it did, he had a high chance of returning to Schwali.

In short, everything in the northern border seems to be improving except for Fisher, and he has also successfully arrived at the last stop in the northern border, which is located in McDowell's healed church at the southern end of the Sardinian woman's country. There was his last friend in the North, the moon rabbit nun Ilos.

Slime is now waiting for him in McDowell's city. If he decides to leave the northern border, go there and find them. They will teleport Fisher to where he is going. Fisher met Iraq here. Rose, saw that her church was renovated with the help of Valentina before, and a cross-border telephone was also installed, saying that it was installed for the purpose of being able to contact friends met on the road in the future. Fisher said this It was only on the spur of the moment that I called Elizabeth first.

At the door of the confession room, Fisher heaved a sigh of relief and did not put down the phone in his hand for a long time. In his arms, Emhardt was sticking to him half dead. It was obvious that he had done his best for Fisher before. After thinking of a way, such efforts are still useless, and that kind of hope will turn into despair.

After a long time, Fisher put down the phone, patted the cover of Emhart's book with his skinny hands, and said in a hoarse voice,
"Where's Eloise?"

".Outside, who told you to be so annoying? The news of the goodbye after finally meeting is that you are going to die. She must be very sad, right?"

"I don't want to be like this either. You know, I love ladies. I feel dissatisfied when I go away like this, but most of the time there is nothing I can do. Now I can only think about the good things after I die to relieve myself. My own nervousness."

Emhart glanced at him while staying in his arms, whispered,
"It's too late to admit that you are a scumbag now."

Fisher smiled and did not deny it. Instead, he remembered Haidilin who had disappeared in the snow fox tribe before. After I said something, Fisher also guessed that she must have a plan for the northern border, but after all, her level is too high, even if she has any purpose, I don't know, let alone now that the situation is taking a turn for the worse.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. It has been about a week since Errwind set a month. Although he can live for about three weeks, he can clearly feel that his physical condition is getting worse every day. It is estimated that In the end, he couldn't even move, and he had to hurry up to meet the people he met.

"That's it. Let's get ready to go. I'll cause trouble for Eloise by staying here. By the way, Emhart, I'm still curious about where you will go after I die. You haven't Tell me."

".none of your business."

Emhart burrowed into Fisher's arms while his mouth was smelly, and then shrank into the pocket he used to like to stay in all of a sudden.

Just when Fisher raised his eyebrows and was about to continue to ask questions, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps from the direction of the church hall. He looked up and saw Ilos, a moon rabbit species with slightly rosy eyes, wearing a tight nun's gown. Having already walked over, Fisher opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't expect her to speak first,

"Mr. Fisher, there seems to be someone outside who said he came to see you."

"See me? Slime?"

Fisher thought for a second in doubt. The slimes had agreed with him to stay in McDowell and wait for him, so they shouldn't be so eager, but if it was someone else, who could come? Find yourself?
Emhart, who was hiding in his arms, poked out one eye. Fisher was silent for a moment and nodded to Eloise who was secretly wiping away tears. He walked towards the hall ahead and replied,
"I see, thanks."

At the end of the hall, the statue of the Goddess, bathed in the sunlight of the sky and casting loving eyes, quietly watched Fisher, who was coughing and walking slowly towards the gate. Eloise wanted to step forward to help, but He stopped him, and at the door of the church in front of him, the huge door opened a crack, revealing the ice and snow outside, and at the same time revealed a strange figure.

It was a very tall young man who looked very strange at first glance. The man was about 1.9 meters tall, with slender limbs and a slender figure. He had a very serious hunchback habit. He had black hair and black eyes, which was a typical image of the Kadu people. The black hair on his head was shiny and messy, and it looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time. A little white snow fell on his body, dyeing the pure black leather jacket he was wearing in a completely opposite color.

The man's face was pale, and there were blue eye bags and dark circles under his dark eyes, making him look lifeless and lifeless. Following the cold wind blowing outside the gate, Fischer coughed and smelled it first. There was a strong smell of alcohol, and it was unknown how much the man in front of him had drunk.

"Cough cough."

Just as Fisher was coughing, the man standing at the door of the church noticed him at the same time. He hunched over and knocked on the door, asking in a tone that sounded drunk,

"Am I in?"

"who are you?"

Without Fischer's consent, he squeezed through the door like a piece of paper, hiccupped while breathing heavily, and slowly closed the door behind him.

"It's too cold outside, let me come in to keep warm first, Mother God bless. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, Mr. Fisher Benavidez, my name is Holland Dionisio, and my name is I'm [Huo Lan], of course, you can also call me from the Creation Association according to the habit."

His hunched body turned his head little by little, and the extremely obvious shadows easily covered half of his face. At the same time, he smiled sinisterly at Fisher in front of him,
"【Mr. Death】."

Fisher frowned a little bit, and his left hand unconsciously moved to the hilt of the fluid sword pinned to his waist, but now he was tortured by death and was extremely weak, even more zero-level than zero-level, If the Association of Creation sent someone to recover the three supplementary manuals on him at this time, he would basically be powerless to resist.

But he wasn't flustered, he looked vigilantly at the slender and tall death in front of him, and turned his head softly to the confused Ilos beside him and said,

"Eloise, go to the second floor, don't come down no matter what happens, and don't remember what you heard."

"But."

"There's nothing wrong with it, go right away!"

Iloise was taken aback by Fisher's voice that suddenly became louder. She glanced cautiously at Fisher, who could not stop panting after saying this sentence, and the strange man in black in front of her. She frowned. Pursing his lips, he finally nodded and turned away.

The Lord of Death yawned, watching Ilos turn her head and walk away motionless, instead she sat on the wooden bench next to her as if she was tired from standing, and hiccupped under the loving gaze of the Mother Goddess , quite disrespectfully set his feet on the bench in front,
"There's no need to be so nervous, Mr. Fisher. I'm the second person sent by the Destiny to support you after the Cardinal. We are not enemies."

Fisher sneered, coughed and sat not far from him,

"Support? Now after I have defeated Erwind, then you are really timely."

The Lord of Death curled his lips, spread his hands innocently at Fisher, and said,
"Can you blame me? I just arrived in the north two weeks ago. I managed to chase all the way from Nvguo to Mia. You all climbed the snow mountain again, and each of you climbed faster than monkeys. I am a human being. I am not as good as you. Great supernatural power, halfway up the mountain, I couldn't stand it, so I went down the mountain, I really can't help you, I really can't help you."

"I don't know what Destiny is thinking. I, a newcomer who joined the association not long ago, was sent to do this kind of work. I am now a zero-level human being just like you. If we really want to fight, I guess it will take only one round." I was put down by you, you see, my senior, Soul Soul, was killed by you before I even went to worship the mountain, and the other big boss, Life, was killed by you again before I even knew him, shouldn't I Are you afraid of you?"

The Lord of Death smiled, stretched out his finger and pointed to Fisher, who was coughing constantly, and then took out a small flagon from his arms and took a sip.

On the contrary, Fisher narrowed his eyes after hearing the words of the Death Lord Huo Lan in front of him, and began to think carefully, but the hand that was always holding the hilt of the fluid sword hidden in his waist still did not let go.

"I didn't do anything to help you and you ended up. Although the current state is a bit miserable, I still feel a little bit sorry. And I roughly guessed what the real purpose of the destiny is that you want me to come. Just like this , what do you want to ask, you can ask about everything we have learned and completed the manual, after you ask, do me a favor, after that, this thing will belong to you."

As the Lord of Death was talking, he took out a square book from his pocket. The words [Death Completion Handbook] on the quaint book were so eye-catching, and Fisher really felt it. It really completes the manual.

"Death. Complete the manual?"

"Yes, this is also the source of my death, and it is also the ironclad proof that I was deceived by that old immortal fate. This thing is useless to me, but not necessarily to you. [Death] is locked You, even if it is an incomplete death, you can't get rid of it easily, maybe there will be a solution in it, how about it, do you want to do it?"

".What do you want me to do for you?"

The Lord of Death took a sip of the spirits, pointed at Fisher's head in a dizzy manner, and said,

"kill me."

"you're drunk?"

"I didn't, and you should also know that if the previous owner doesn't die, this thing won't be able to circulate at all, so don't worry about it, cut off my head and kill me, and you can hold the hope of living."

"Miss Destiny sent you to die, in fact, to complete the manual for my death, she expected that I would be stabbed by a death rune?"

"Yeah, it's okay for you to understand, come and try."

Fisher silently looked at the Death Lord who behaved rather strangely in front of him, and he couldn't figure out the purpose of the Death Lord, or the fate of the Lord.

The Lord of Death waited for a long time, and Fisher in front of him didn't move. He gave a "tsk" impatiently, then put a hand into his bosom, and said in a low voice,
"Then, don't blame me."

Fisher raised his eyebrows, watching his hand that was in his arms suddenly ready to be withdrawn, holding a short firecracker in his hand, at the moment when the firearm appeared, Fisher's body was motionless However, at the front end of the fluid sword hilt in his hand, a twisted and flexible blade suddenly jumped out, quickly drawing a wide arc in front of Fisher.

"Pfft!"

The blade easily sank into Death Qing's neck, and with a flash of silver light, the firecracker he was holding fell to the ground, and he himself covered his bleeding neck in great pain, trembling. After two blows, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough."

Fisher coughed, and looked at the Lord of Death who was lying on the ground and twitching continuously. The blood in the arteries overflowed extremely fast, and it didn't take long for his body to be full of blood.

But a second later, a miraculous thing happened, as if some kind of irresistible force had acted on his body, the blood that was constantly flowing was quickly retreating back into his body, and the flesh and blood that had been chopped into pieces by the fluid sword also moved strangely in mid-air. He flew back to regroup and returned to his body.

Death Qing's face, which had become pale due to blood loss, soon regained its blood color, and his rolled eyes also twitched and returned to normal. He was not too surprised, but reached out and touched his neck. After it became intact again, he sighed and sat up from the overturned wooden chair,
"Sure enough, Mr. Fisher, it would be great if you didn't use up the death rune when you were dealing with the Lord of Life. I'm going to die by pointing at this thing now."

Looking at the strange scene of death and resurrection in front of him, Fisher's extremely sensitive soul quickly scanned Death's body up and down, and the results showed that, as he said, he was completely an ordinary human being, with physical fitness No, there is no trace of practicing magic or the crazy feeling of reading the completion manual.
Is Death in front of me a normal human being?

"Are you suspecting that I have read the Death Completion Handbook? Don't worry, I don't even read this stuff. If I don't have to die to transfer it to you, you can read it. I wish I could give it to you right now."

Feeling Fisher's sizing up, Lord of Death patted the dust on his black leather jacket, and he glanced at the Death Completion Manual on the table with disgust, and said so.

"How did you do it?"

"Hehe, you should have a basic understanding of the various gods in this world, such as the god of all appearances or the door."

Hearing this, Fisher coughed and then added his words:

"Well, I know there are a few others."

"That's good, then have you heard of the god in charge of [death]? A god who has the same power as any other god is in charge of all the rules of death in this world."

"Never."

The Lord of Death helped up the overturned bench caused by being hit by the fluid sword just now, then took another sip of strong wine, and said to Fisher in front of him,

"That's okay, you'll know from today on, He is the god in charge of death [He Ya], [God of Unconsciousness], [Destined Death], [The Ultimate of All Things]. It is also the cause of the tragedy you and I are in today. Prime culprit."

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