Demi-human Girls Completion Manual - Chapter 588 - 80. The real Helldor

Chapter 588 - 80. The real Helldor

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Chapter 588 of "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual" opens presenting twists: His expression darkened as transparent threads suddenly blossomed from the ring in his hand. They... Keep following!

His expression darkened as transparent threads suddenly blossomed from the ring in his hand. They existed in the Spirit Realm; aside from Magic and the Moon Princess’ Sword, there was no way to touch them—not even Fisher with his Ninth Rank physical prowess could harm them in the slightest."Come over here!"

The Spinner spiraled upward, tightly ensnaring the invisible curse entity and momentarily halting its advance. Still, strange ripples traveled along the Spinner, causing Fisher’s palms to itch peculiarly with the growth of dark mole-like spots of feathers.

Under the moonlight, those little eyes hidden in the spiritual starscape seemed to watch from a great distance, their expressions mocking. They observed the spectacle below like spectators on a wall, the Moon Rabbit Clan Ancestral Hall set up by those teasing stars like an ancient dueling ground—regretfully, they could not toss Gold Coins to reward the gladiators fighting with all their might below.

"Howl!"

Feathers multiplied on Fisher’s hands, almost transforming them into the same kind as Ossie of the Grey Bird Species. In this critical moment, a pair of mechanical arms shining with crystalline blue light firmly grasped Fisher’s Spinner, foiling the curse’s assault once more.

This brief respite allowed Fisher to glance at Helldor beside him. He immediately noticed that the Cardinal light on the other’s body was dimming, yet the soul light that shone like Philone’s in the South Continent was blindingly bright...

However, unlike the situation in Philone City, this time it was the soul’s owner who chose to burn.

With just one look, Fisher already understood Helldor’s current state, and after knowing Helldor was offering his soul based on his own will, Fisher grew even more silent. Helldor also glanced at Fisher, tacitly exhaling a scorching-hot steam.

The two mages, newly acquainted, seemed bound by the Spinner they jointly held in their hands. With everything that needed to be said remaining unspoken, they turned their gaze simultaneously to the curse before them.

Fisher keenly understood that what Helldor desired most at that moment was to protect Valentina and help her retrieve the Moon Rabbit Species Seal. All he could do was to assist him in that endeavor.

Thus, he promptly shouted towards the distant Valentina,

"Don’t use that Sword of the Moon Princess anymore! It will enrage the curse!"

In the distance, Valentina’s pale fingers, just placed on the Moon Princess Sword, slightly withdrew. She looked incredulously towards the "air" entangled by the threads of the Spinner in the ancestral hall’s halfway, invisible to her gaze but understanding that something had set its sights on her.

Seeing Valentina comply from afar, Fisher’s breath did not ease. He hurriedly turned to Helldor and quickly said,

"The curse entity’s main body is in the Spirit Realm; we can’t let it get close to Valentina, or she’ll be devoured in an instant... That’s no mere curse. You heard its voice just now. We must keep it away from Valentina."

Helldor seemed torn after hearing Fisher’s words. It appeared he knew something, whether about Valentina or about what the curse entity had just said, but at that moment, he was able to accurately voice the reason why the curse had targeted Valentina,

"Sss... I’ll take the Moon Princess’ sword from Valentina’s hands temporarily to attract the curse’s attention. But only Valentina can wield the Moon Princess, and soon after leaving her, it will completely turn into scrap metal. By then, we don’t know what the curse might do; it’s best if we deal with it first."

Fisher furrowed his brow but quickly picked up the thread of conversation, saying,

"Spiritual entities can only be dealt with using Magic... As Mages, that’s what we do best, isn’t it?"

Helldor’s featureless mechanical mask paused for a moment, then while emitting steam, he chuckled to Fisher,

"Sss... You’re right. I’ve never achieved anything noteworthy in this old frame, and probably won’t be able to witness the magnificent view of the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree with Mr. Fisher, but at least there are two things in my life that I can’t call dust-covered—teaching Valentina and becoming a Mage."

Despite the pressing circumstances and short time, Fisher fell into an unusual silence, showing no intention of hurrying, merely listening quietly to the old Mage’s words. With the last sentence, his normally rigid voice gradually took on a human quality, as if the blazing soul had infused color into the background,

"I suddenly remembered many things, and only now do I understand that the true Helldor Turand has long been dead, and in this iron frame that can hardly be called human, only his attachment to Valentina persists... But surely, neither I nor my true self regret our decisions. In this sense, even if I am a poor copy, I can still ask Mr. Fisher in Helldor’s stead to aid Valentina in finding the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree."

Feathers began to grow in Fisher’s hand, yet he abruptly pulled the Spinner tightly to his shoulder with one hand, avoiding the increasingly blurred soul hues under the moonlight. He merely said,

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