“.”

When Fisher remembered that he had the mark of Baimon on his body, the Elliog he was holding changed from a cute kitten-like demon lady to an extremely hot potato, making his holding her extremely stiff and difficult to move.

If Elliog's first words when he woke up were not like that, maybe Fisher wouldn't be so nervous, after all, his relationship with Elliog is more delicate, and he only knows this one of the real demons (Helaire doesn't count them at all), although they have been skin-to-skin, but this feeling is not as warm as Rafael and them, but it has always lingered in his heart.

Perhaps in Fisher's heart, Elliog didn't even care about his relationship with other ladies, and when she was in Nari at that time, she even encouraged herself to release the accumulated desires in her body, so when he came to the Demon Dynasty and decided to ask Elliog for help, he didn't even be cautious about the possible Shura field, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to bring Jasmine.

But when Elliog said these words related to Helaire with sleepy eyes, Fisher was keenly aware of the slightest unkindness in her words, as if she had a nightmare, and she was full of anger because it was a dream and had nowhere to vent it.

Of course, Fisher is well aware that this is about to become a reality.

She seems unhappy with the imprint of Herel on her, and Fisher, who is now holding her in a dilemma, has to enter into a brief brainstorming session.

But apparently, the momentary confusion just now was just a moment's negligence on the part of Elliog, a long-sleeping demon god, who instinctively had a sharp reaction as a demon god.

Seeing Fisher's arms, Elliog, who had just closed his eyes and was about to sleep comfortably, had a slightly stagnant expression, his nose sniffed slightly, and the tail of the arrow wrapped around Fisher's waist became tighter and tighter, as if confirming the existence of his entity.

In Fisher's eyes, the flames on the tail of her arrows grew from the size of her fingers to the size of two tennis balls.

And this also means that her sanity is getting clearer and clearer.

The next moment, the "grunting" sound that came from the depths of her throat came to an abrupt end, and then her eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened at the same time, shimmering with the bright colors of magma, and met Fisher, who was looking down at her.

"Whew, Fisher?"

After a moment of silence, she yawned again and spoke.

"Good morning, Elliog."

“.”

She nodded but did not respond, but bit him on the chest with that slight open movement, although the burning teeth did not break through his defenses, but made Fisher feel a slight pain, but did not let go of her, and when her own body struggled slightly, Fisher let go, let her fall lightly to the ground, and touched the hot castle ground with both feet, stretching.

The pillar of fire formed by her body behind her still flickered, and the glimmer of the flames fell on her back, leaving a shadowy but still heroic shadow on Fisher like a total solar eclipse.

In the backlit darkness, Fisher noticed that Elliog's state had warmed up little by little, and she had completely woken up from that deep sleep, and she gently picked up a piece of underwear that had fallen to the ground next to her with her foot, and held it in her hand and draped it over her body.

"You guy is not good outside, how can you have that guy's mark on your body? What about mine? ”

Elliog turned his head and moved closer to Fisher, who was standing there, and glanced at the place where she had just opened her mouth to bite, where there was still a pang of pain, as if it had been splattered by a mouthful of lava.

It was in the scorching rendering that Fisher had seen the mark of the domineering gaze of the "Bymon" mark, and the little "corpse" of the Elliog mark below the mark, which made it obvious where the mark had fallen from the ruins.

Elliog's bite just now was exactly on Helaire's mark, and it seemed that he was unpleasantly trying to bite and tear the mark apart, so Fisher felt the pain, and the pain came from the soul.

But when she stepped back a little, she realized that Helaire's mark was still strong, completely unaffected by her power, and not even the color had faded, and it fell on Fisher's chest as if mockingly, looking at Elliog and mocking her mercilessly.

"This mark."

Fisher glanced at the mark on his chest, and for a moment he looked a little helpless, for he didn't know how to answer Elliog's question.

To be honest, he didn't know when Hellaire had left this mark on him, if it was in the past, when even the demon had not been born, or the angel Helaire probably wouldn't have recognized this mark as belonging to a demon from the future, but if it was left when he hadn't returned to the past, he didn't know when he had intimate contact with Helaire.

But can he say that this mark has nothing to do with him, and he does not know about it?

But he did have a close relationship with Heller, and to say so was obviously to avoid the important and trivial, and he didn't want to do so.

"I don't know what left this mark, it may have been when she was by my side"

"When Bymon is by your side?"

"Ah, before."

"Howling like this while I'm sleeping?"

"That's true."

"And what did you do?"

"What?"

"Did she give you her blessing?"

"Blessing?"

"So, it gave you mysterious knowledge?"

"Probably not, but she gave me some hints when I got into the Mythic Rank."

"And then she gave you her sigil, or did she engrave it on mine?"

In her seemingly casual inquiry, the words "my mark" became heavier.

“.”

At this moment, Elliog began to gradually drift away from the lazy and indifferent state in Fisher's previous impression, although she still only asked Fisher while looking, but Fisher's afterglow keenly saw that the giant hammer at the bottom of the weapon rack in front of the pillar of fire began to tremble slightly, as if waiting to wave and set off a storm, as if it was a reaction to her mood at the moment.

Xu is not a senior demon scientist, he does not know a lot about demons, he may know how demons come to be, what kind of nature they have, but he knows very little about the culture of this race, and even a lot of content comes from Emhart.

Because of this, he didn't know what this mark meant to the demons, so he had to ask Elliog,

Is this mark important? But I didn't feel anything, I didn't even know it existed. ”

"Buzz."

The giant hammer behind Elliog buzzed, but she only thought about moving a few steps towards him, and then rubbed her hand on his chest a few times, only to make the mark of "Baimon" brighter.

The glow shone on Elliog's forehead and the ends of her hair, making her expression more and more displeased, and she almost breathed fire.

"This mark will only appear in front of the eyes of the demon, that is, no being other than the demon will find traces of it. This kind of mark has a hierarchy, and there are three levels, which are [Food], [Blessing], and [Patron]. Even if it's just an ordinary food mark, once it is marked, other guys must not attack it, otherwise it will be a provocation and a declaration of war, not to mention, I still left the mark of the highest level of patron on you at that time."

Elliog said this quietly, but Fisher suddenly remembered something from the time he had fled from Nari.

At that time, when he and Jasmine and his party escaped from Nari with the help of the boat of the two demon squires in the depths of the snakehead street, because they had the depraved resistance given by Yaren Niang after completing the manual, they couldn't draw it out when they drew the depraved nature as the boat fare.

At that time, he saw that they were pitiful, so he proposed that they could be extracted from their depraved nature again, but they refused at that time, and one of the demon attendants said something meaningful,

"According to the rules of the devil, when the great demons leave a mark on someone, it means that you belong to her, and we are already offending her in some way by extracting the depraved nature according to the transaction. If it weren't for Lord Elliog, the other stingy demon gods would have been angry by now. ”

It turned out that Elliog had already left a mark on his body at that time, so if it wasn't for the fact that they had to extract their depraved nature as the fare, they might not dare to do it to themselves, otherwise it would be a provocation to Elliog

Then Helaire wiped her mark and carved her own mark on it, and it was not riding on Elliog's head.

He opened his mouth, looked at the expressionless Elliog in front of him, and asked with a little short-circuited brain,

"And what rank is the mark she left on me?"

"It's also a patron."

“.”

Elliog was silent for a moment, his words becoming more and more subtle, and the saltpeter aura he could carry became a little stronger, as if it needed only a little more heat to explode.

And on the weapon rack behind her, it was soon not only the giant hammer at the bottom, but even the scimitar in the middle began to shake slightly.

"You let me out before?"

"Ah, that's right, Elliog."

Fisher thought that she had seized the opportunity and was ready to introduce the main topic first, so as to divert Elliog's attention now, but she didn't give it a chance at all, just turned her head to look at the faint pillar of fire behind her, and said,

"At the beginning, it was with the help of Baimon's method that Agareth temporarily released my soul from the main body, and this process required a great deal of soul power, even the guy Baimon consumed most of her soul, making her extremely weak, which made my soul walk in the posture before the mythical rank. Although you have borrowed the power of chaos to enter the myth, and the soul power is also stronger than the ordinary myth, but now you must have run out of ammunition."

Before Fisher could make out the meaning of her words, he saw her suddenly turn her head to look at herself.

The bright eyes that were like fiery serpents pierced sharply, and a terrifying pillar of fire burst out of thin air in Fisher's mind, trying to occupy his thoughts at the moment.

In the next second, Elliog instantly appeared beside Fisher, his left and right hands like two swimming dragons, attacking at an angle that Fisher had never expected.

Even with his mythical level of observation, Elliog's attack at this time was invulnerable, not to mention that he was still in a state of soul emptiness at the moment.

So, without the slightest resistance, he was weightless, and was easily carried up, leaning on her shoulder, which had only a little tulle.

"Elliog, you wait."

"That guy, relying on her ability to walk freely outside on her own, dared to wipe my mark at will, and I couldn't even erase her mark in the state of my soul. You guy is not obedient, you had so many desires before, you must have been played with by that guy in applause, and you can't find the north for a long time. ”

Unexpectedly, Elliog, who had just spent an extremely large amount of soul power to rescue, would suddenly change her previous laziness and become so domineering at this moment, which made Fisher a little unexpected, and what he didn't expect was that she was now striding straight towards the bed in the hall in front of her, which was obviously her destination.

"Wait, Elliog"

"Plop!"

She threw Fisher into bed from afar, and in the process, she continued to absorb Fisher's soul power with her arms, and Fisher also strangely felt that the desire to resist in her heart was constantly diminishing, as if she had completely lost her aggressive feeling and became languishing.

It was under this double physical and psychological weakness that Fisher was thrown into Elliog's bed without any resistance.

What I just saw just now happened to come in handy at this moment, and it was just a coincidence and convenience, which was gratifying and congratulating

But Fisher didn't have the slightest respite, and even if the bed was comfortable, he didn't have the heart to enjoy it at the moment, because immediately afterwards he felt that Elliog was also bullying him, and suppressed it fiercely under him.

"Shh

The light in the castle gradually dimmed, as if everything had been siphoned off by the terrible demon god in front of him.

In the darkness, only her bright red eyes and the tail raised high behind her stood out, setting Fisher's soul on fire.

In the midst of the tight oppression, everything Fisher wanted to say was blocked by her outstretched palm, only the smell of saltpeter, which was not pungent but strangely good, gradually occupied his essence.

Her hand on Fisher's muzzle could not stop his breathing, and she was pushed back a little by his breath, from his neck to the place where he had been marked by Herel.

At the same time, her eyes sparkled and her tone was grim

"That guy dared to remove my mark, what a bold act. You'd better be nice, I have a little bit now.

"No, it's very unpleasant."

Fisher swallowed, drawn to the growing flame of desire on the tail of the wagging arrow behind her, as if to remind him of the shape of the demon god named "Elliog".

"Buzz!"

At this moment, in the demon area inside the Victory Gate, an illusory door once again sprouted out of thin air from the top of the huge cave.

Soon, a whale species wearing golden armor and holding a golden sword quickly fell from the door.

It was Jasmine, the whale race that Fisher was traveling with, and at this moment she also passed through the Victory Gate to reach the Demon Dynasty.

She swayed slightly in mid-air, then jerked her balance and landed on the black reef of the lava.

After landing, she quickly noticed the little demons around her who were hiding behind the reef.

She was victorious when she passed through the door of Victory, but unlike Fisher, she didn't see her changed self, but only a door full of frost.

The unfamiliar surroundings made her more and more vigilant, but when she looked around, she saw not Miss Fisher except for a large fenced castle and a small black room not far away.

"Fisher! Mr. Fisher! Where are you? ”

Fisher called out several times but did not reply to her, and it was not until dozens of seconds later that a thin figure with a body wrapped in bandages slowly walked out of the black room.

The figure glanced at the whale species that had descended from the sky not far away, and after a moment it was still walking some distance in her direction on crutches, and called out to her,

"Guests. This guest"

Jasmine spotted a figure in the distance, and after hesitating for a moment, she jumped towards him with her long sword and came to him.

"Guests. Hello."

"I'm sorry, I have other things to do."

"Are you looking for someone?"

Jasmine was slightly stunned, and then asked,

"Have you seen anyone other than me? You're again."

"Ah, I'm just a lowly man to talk about, but if you're looking for a mythical human with a book-like talking angelic relic, I've just met him."

"Really, where is he?"

Jasmine's heart was happy, but she hadn't completely let down her guard, and she continued to ask quietly on her face.

"Right over there, I needed his help with something, so I asked him to go to the fortress of the Elliog Demon God."

"Elliog. Demon God? ”

"Ah, now that she's asleep, guests can go over there to meet your buddies."

"Thank you."

Jasmine glanced suspiciously over there, and then leaped a long distance toward it, looking at the situation from a distance, fearing some kind of trap.

Soon, however, she spotted a boxy book whirling around the edge of the cliff of the fortress.

"Book Sir!"

Jasmine's face was happy, since Emhart was here, then Teacher Fisher must be there too.

She thought about getting over there and meeting Teacher Fisher, but she didn't notice that the lava next to the fortress was starting to boil and burn, as if it were ready to go

Just waiting for Jasmine's arrival and adding to the chaos.