The Importance of Life_2 54: 48.
The Importance of Life_2 Just as he stepped back, Philone’s gaze, hidden underneath the gas mask, shifted slightly as if he had caught an opportunity and shot a beam of Death Light toward Fisher, who had no choice but to repeat his previous maneuver and summoned the “Space Refraction” Magic he had used before.
The Death Light was refracted, striking directly at a building in the demi-human residential area below, igniting it with roaring flames that pierced through the structure, sending large chunks of wood soaring into the air before falling back to the ground due to gravity.
The sounds of the previous fight had already drawn the attention of the demi-humans in the district; they panicked, fleeing their homes to get further from the center of the battle.
Many demi-humans poured onto the streets, but in Fisher’s view, wooden debris was about to crush several slower werewolf women below.
He hadn’t moved yet, but then saw a dark blue figure hasten ahead of the others, landing in front of them and using a prosthetic arm to shatter the falling lumber.
The building fragments were obliterated mid-air, leaving no trace.
The frantic werewolf women turned around to see Philone standing silently behind them, lowering his smoking prosthetic arm.
“You, go to the edge of the wall and stay away from here to avoid being hurt.”
He helped the women up, pointed to the edge of the wall, and after they nodded and left, Philone slowly walked towards Fisher in the distance.
The backpack behind him opened again, ejecting an empty metal can that fell to the ground.
“These demi-humans have survived because of those children’s sacrifices.
Don’t waste their sacrifices, Mr.
Fisher exhaled, watching the demi-humans running farther away.
The moment Philone went to help the demi-humans gave him a brief respite.
On his hands, a series of purple light halos were crystallizing—he was using the moment to prepare Magic.
“The kind of salvation that abandons principles is meaningless for them…”
Fisher hadn’t finished speaking when Philone just spread his hands,
Fisher, let’s continue our conversation after the fight ends, if we have the chance…
You’re secretly preparing Magic, and am I not using this chance to get closer to you?”
It wasn’t until these words were spoken that Fisher suddenly realized the Death Light in his right hand hadn’t activated, but he was instead raising his left hand high.
A device resembling a glove was attached to his left arm, and the next second, Philone abruptly grabbed Fisher’s shoulder.
A numbing sensation passed in an instant from the glove.
A strange feeling surged straight to his brain.
Despite nothing happening visibly, Fisher felt his brain convulsing, as if his sight was growing farther away and his body was being peeled away.
With his last bit of vision, he glanced at his arm, saw the Magic Circuit dimming, and witnessed his skin fading where the colors had vanished, as if his blood was being drained.
He was stripping away his soul!
Fisher clenched his teeth, a tremendous pain coursing through his body, but fortunately, his previous agonies during the use of the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual had provided him some resistance.
He used all the tricks he had to stab his Handcane into Philone’s abdomen, the purple light exploding with a massive impact enveloping both Fisher and Philone.
Dust and flames erupted, and Fisher, with a splitting headache, felt himself plummeting.
It should have been only a matter of seconds before he felt his body crash heavily onto a hard surface.
His body felt like it was falling apart; had it not been for the added Physical Strength from his Dragon-man Species, he probably would have died by now.
But what about Philone?
He mustn’t have been dealt with, because in the instant the Magic burst forth, Fisher glimpsed a surge of deep blue light engulfing Philone’s entire body.
Fisher focused against the overwhelming urge to faint, swaying as he stood up.
Only when he saw that the skin on his hands had returned to its normal color could he breathe a sigh of relief.
The surroundings were dim, with faint blue light flickering, illuminating the blurred contours of the place.
Around him, unconscious murmuring sounded, and Fisher faintly felt something tugging at his trouser leg.
Looking down, he discovered it was a demi-human child with blue blood oozing from every orifice, staring at him intently.
Fisher’s pupils contracted as he turned to look around, only to realize he was in a huge underground plaza below the dwelling place of the demi-humans.
The explosion had collapsed the ground above and he had fallen down here.
Around him, numerous demi-human children unable to walk, all with ashen skin and blue blood flowing from their orifices, their eyeballs bulging as if yearning for something, were slowly crawling towards him.
There was nothing here, only a chair embedded in the ground in the middle of the plaza, and a strand of moonlight shining down through the hole above, revealing Philone’s figure slowly emerging from the darkness, steadying himself with the chair.