"Erwin?"

"What Erwin... Oh, that mad Schwali? I almost forgot about her."

Upon hearing Fisher’s confusion, Emhardt turned his head slightly, peered out a bit from the shadow of Fisher’s hand, and looked over to the mass of flesh he was studying.

He saw the deformed flesh constantly drawing in the "Fallen Self" produced by the silver space around it. But these functions were not the main point; the main point was that Fisher felt an aura of chaos from this flesh.

Back when Fisher hadn’t read so many Completion Manuals and his Rank wasn’t as high, he couldn’t identify what an aura of chaos was. At most, he felt scalp numb when seeing certain things, with a risk of descending into madness.

But times have changed; familiar with chaos himself, he entered Mythical Rank, and has entangled with Erwin for almost half a year, chasing from Saint Nali all the way to Frost Snow Phoenix Tree. How could he not recognize the chaos inherent in life?

"Have you noticed that the methods used by these two demons are quite similar to what Erwin got from the Completion Manual?"

"Hmm, you don’t say, there really is such a feeling, anyhow, none of them are anything good."

"Hmm..."

Fisher squinted his eyes, instinctively wanting to reach for the Fluid Sword in his embrace, but his soul instantly felt a sort of emptiness, a sense of withering. He slightly paused, suddenly remembered that he was so occupied with flirting with Moli that he forgot to let her check the situation of the Fluid Sword.

He patted his head, lamenting that ever since he entered the Dragon Court, his mind has been fuzzy, then he stomped on the ground, bursting that mass of flesh.

"Pop!"

With the bursting of the flesh mass and the cessation of drawing the Fallen Self, the Dragon Court residents on the ground still mating didn’t show significant improvement. This was because the Fallen Self originated within them, not bestowed by the demons; ceasing the drawing wouldn’t eliminate the Fallen Self inside them.

The demons’ drawing process merely intensified its generation, serving as a component of a vicious cycle.

"Mm... Mm..."

Scanning around at the residents still ecstatically engaged in their revelry, Fisher decided to act first and notify Rafael later to send people from the Praying Tower to handle the situation.

As long as the object drawing the Fallen Self disappears, after venting their beastly desires, they would gradually come to their senses and stop. Interfering now might cause psychological and physiological issues.

"Could it be that Erwin has something to do with the demons?"

"It’s possible."

Fisher suddenly recalled the first encounter with Elliog. Back then, she was upon orders to hunt down Erwin who fled to Saint Nali. At that time, he didn’t ask meticulously about the crimes Erwin committed within the Demon Dynasty, which might be related to the situation Fisher encountered now.

He bypassed the blissful living creatures, leaping from the ground onto a nearby shed, scanned the surroundings, letting the breeze brush over his face.

His body began to writhe bit by bit, resembling the agitation of the soul lurking within his flesh.

Emhardt was startled, but quickly realized that Fisher was harnessing the power from the earlier forbidden knowledge.

Initially, Fisher resisted the knowledge from the Completion Manuals intensely, unwilling to become like Philone and Erwin, but when facing challenges they once encountered, with no other solutions, perhaps relying on such dangerous power was the only way to achieve his aims.

In this sense, Fisher could actually understand them.

"Gurgle..."

With his soul in full swing, enveloped in chaos, Fisher began searching within the Dragon Court for those two elusive demons.

With chaos emissions so evident and considering they were heavily wounded, they couldn’t run far.

"Fisher, can’t you use magic? Do you really have to resort to this kind of power?"

Emhardt was terribly frightened by Fisher’s transforming body, hastily advising him.

While seeking traces of the demons, tolerating the whispers gradually surging near his ears, Fisher explained to Emhardt,

"I’d like to, but the higher the Rank, the lesser the effect of magic."

"Didn’t you research something about Double Ring Magic earlier? That ought to rival Mythical Rank power..."

"Double Ring Magic isn’t formed by simply piecing together any two magic ring heads. Humans have studied magic for many years, yet only my teacher Helson produced this singular Double Ring Magic. Why do you think that is?"

From afar, Fisher seemed to catch a hint of something unusual, turning his head to continue finding clues, conversations with Emhardt uninterrupted,

"But this doesn’t imply powerful magic doesn’t exist. While you were with Gabriel, I encountered a transferee with exceptional magical talent, the one you saw, Tangze Asuka. In the past, within the Creation Society, she held the title ’Magic Minister.’ In the Ideal Country, she even managed self-taught combinations of several Composite Ring Magic that even I couldn’t comprehend, indicating that apart from ’Dragon Slayer Spear,’ there are other magic comparable to Mythical Rank, just that I haven’t unearthed them yet..."