Chapter 725 The spreading non-self

"Angel?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Fisher, but also Renee and Gelsemium's expressions changed slightly.

Gelsemium looked down at the black mycelium beside him in disbelief. He once again twirled the removed fungus powder with his fingers. He could only confirm that these fungi were alive, but he could not distinguish them from the ten thousand years old fungi.

They were compared to the angels they had seen before.

After feeling the texture on his fingertips, Gelsemium quickly raised her eyes to look at Fisher and looked at him.

"Cuckoo"

The mycelial bulges that rise and fall in the wide space behind the door occasionally vibrate with the touch like the breaking of pustules, which makes it difficult for Fisher to relax his brows, while David gently reaches out and touches the fungal bubbles in front of him, facing

Fisher said softly,

"Mr. Fisher, although I don't want to admit that these things in front of me are saints, there is a feeling that always tells me that they are saints.

"Angels."

The next second, a weak fluorescent light emitted from David's eyes, and the light swept up and down the bacteria bags in front of him. After a brief pause, another light emitted from it, out of thin air.

A bright outline.

If the bacterial pods formed by the black mycelium are pieces of expanded skin and flesh, then what David is outlining now are the individual muscles and bones. Under his bright light, a basic humanoid frame is established.

came out.

David even imitated the movements of the simulated humanoid. In this way, Fisher could see the humanoid raising its hands to block and curling up slightly, as if it was facing some terrible enemy.

"Based on the concentration of mycelium in the fungus bag, the human shape can be roughly outlined, while the remaining smaller areas were grown later. In other words, Mr. Fisher, these raised fungus bags are the body parts of the angels.

"

"It was all Harmon Harmon's doing."

"Yes, all of these are done by [me]."

At this moment, behind Fisher, an ancient female voice suddenly sounded. She turned her head and saw Harmon with the head of a human and the body of a snake behind her. She confessed to Fisher's inference and did not even reveal more.

With an expression on his face, he just said,

"I have checked all the remaining parts, and there is no critical damage. We can continue with the banquet."

"banquet?"

Gelsemium stood up from the hyphae spreading on the ground, narrowed his eyes and asked Harmon,

"So, we are going to continue your party on the corpses of these angels?"

"Corpse?"

Harmon tilted his head slightly, stretched out his finger to point to the mycelium on the ground, and said doubtfully,

"They are not dead. You should be able to check this easily. They are all still alive."

"you"

Gelsemium wanted to say something else, but Fisher raised his hand to stop him, because from Harmon's eyes, he really felt that he was doubtful.

Does he really think that these angels are not dead?

"hiss"

Harmon vomited out the letter of his incarnation, looked at the humanoid outline outlined by David, and seemed to be reminiscing about something, and said to Fisher and the others,

"Thousands of years ago, I fulfilled my covenant with Dream and came to liquidate the traitors who had stolen the fruits; I adopted Dream's method and put a very small part of my power into the body of the transferred person and sent it into this world.

But the transferred person had a long-lasting confrontation with me, and his willpower was far stronger than I imagined. As a result, the power I left in his body never thrived.

"Until the war."

Mythical war?

As Harmon spoke, he walked forward while using his hands to guide the way forward. From the corner of his eye, Fisher caught a glimpse of his snake tail carefully sliding past the raised fungi, as if he was afraid of touching it.

When you encounter them,

"The fuse of the war was caused by you, the moon. You unleashed terrifying power on behalf of fragile humans, completely igniting the long-standing grievances between demigods and mythical species, and spreading the whirlpool of war.

To the whole world”

"That's not me, that's my predecessor."

"Isn't that you?"

Harmon Harmon just asked so calmly, Renee was silent for a moment, and then replied,

"No, it's not."

"Is it"

Harmon did not fight for the topic, but continued to talk about the past war,

"The war lasted for a long time, and the angels around the transferred people saw the danger in advance, so they built a large number of shelters in the spiritual world as a retreat. But the retreat is just a retreat, and there is no retreat in the war, especially against the angels' arrogant creator.

In terms of.

"As the war continued, the casualties of the angels increased, until you, or your authority, your predecessor, He, used your authority to invade the gap and seal the devil, causing the destruction of the material boundary, and the angels'

My hometown also fell.

"At that time, the powerful angel beside the transferred person was present. He was at the place where the holy realm fell, and he was also affected by the collapse of the material boundary."

The footsteps of Fisher and Gelsemium suddenly stopped, and they seemed to realize something at the same time.

Ten thousand years ago, the five of them acted together.

Heller, Fisher, Gelsemium, Asuka Karasawa and Mikhail.

The person whose power is transferred by Harmon is Mikhail, so the powerful angel beside the transferred person he mentioned is

"Michael"

"When the Holy Land fell, Michael was in the Holy Land?"

"dad"

Harmon Harmon nodded and then said,

"The huge damage the angel suffered in the fall of the Holy Realm gave me the opportunity to awaken my power. It also tore a huge wound in the heart of the transferred person. I drilled out of that wound, as I

As expected, destruction spreads in this world.

"My chaos began to infiltrate the consciousness of the transferred people, and my creation began to change everything he created. They fought against me, and you should already know what happened next. I, along with all of them, were sealed here and never left again.

But it didn’t see the light of day again until the Internet became available to the outside world.”

Harmon's expression was neither sad nor happy when he mentioned these things. He was clearly talking about content that was closely related to Himself, but it sounded more like a third-person describer, which had little to do with Himself.

Fisher quickly found the key to everything he said, so he asked,

"So, what exactly happened after you were sealed off with the angels here? Instead of continuing your past mission, you invited us to your banquet, and even dared to kill the incarnation of the ocean.

die?"

"My power polluted everything here in an instant, and everything began to change. Non-self spread. In fact, later on, the shelter used to seal us had also been completely changed by my power.

It’s no longer a prison for me, it’s just that I don’t want to get out.”

Yes, when I entered here before, there was even a huge eye growing on the surface of the entire shelter. It was obviously already deeply polluted.

But if this is the case, why is Harmon unwilling to go out?

Why does He suddenly look so different from the destructive alien gods of the past?

Fisher did not ask further questions, because as Harmon swayed ahead, he was getting closer to the so-called "reason".

At this moment, they had crossed over a lot of hyphae. At this moment, the hyphae around them were getting sparser, revealing an extremely clean ground.

At the other end behind the gate, there is a cylindrical space about tens of meters high. After arriving here, Harmon finally stopped and kept moving forward since seeing Fisher.

footsteps.

But he suddenly stopped here and said to Fisher and the others,

"Here we are."

Fisher raised his eyes and looked upwards, only to see a kind of white hyphae that was completely different from the black hyphae in front of him connected in the middle of the cylindrical space. Like a spider web, it covered all the visible places above and below.

And not far in front of them, at the end covered with white mycelium like a throne or a bed, the figure of a real angel suddenly appeared.

"That is"

In the center of the white mycelium, it turned out to be an indistinguishable but extremely handsome red-haired angel. He was wearing a piece of broken angel armor, his eyes were tightly closed, and the white skin on his body showed cracks like those when ceramics are broken.

.

The outstanding one among the seven archangels has the same appearance as before ten thousand years ago, but at this moment he has a broken arm, the illusory wings behind him have disappeared, and the halo on his head has dimmed.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, leaving only a human male with his eyes closed tightly and motionless in his remaining arm.

He wore many embedded prosthetics that Fisher had seen before, which weakened his human smell a bit. But if you look closely, you can see that he is also using an arm to go around his back.
To be continued...