She is not an investigator.

"Where are you planning to go next? I think I can help you."

"No, you don't need to go anywhere, it will come to me."

Igris burned the initial part of the ritual to ashes, and also completely destroyed the embryo. Those people would not stand idly by.

Instead of wasting time searching, we should take this opportunity to conserve our energy and prepare for the real battle ahead.

"it?"

"It's nothing—can you promise me? When I tell you to leave, don't look back, just get out of here immediately."

Momokawa shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Is that so...then you should leave now."

Igris was a little reluctant to leave; she wanted to spend a little more time with Momokawa, but she couldn't stay by Igris's side, otherwise what happened next would be even more uncontrollable.

Are you trying to get rid of me?

"No, this is for your own good... You don't want me to look like a monster with a mouth on its forehead in your eyes, do you?"

This is a good example; at least Momokawa imagined it for a moment and immediately frowned deeply.

"But there's something I can do to help you, isn't there?"

"Of course, help me find someone."

Under Momokawa's questioning gaze, Igris smiled gently.

"You know who I'm referring to."

The Gods' Fools - The Last Knight: Chapter Forty-Seven, It's Trying to Understand Humanity

Momokawa has left, leaving Igris alone.

Perhaps not entirely; at least the Mirror Demon never left her.

She really wanted to summon the Mirror Demon to chat with her, but she didn't.

The street not far away was suddenly covered with a layer of red, which quickly spread towards the direction where Igris was.

This was not a hallucination, nor was it because she had some kind of mental problem.

As she drew closer, Igris could see clearly that it was nothing more than a dense mass of red threads, intertwined and coiled, that had come to her side.

Igris wanted to set everything around her ablaze, but before she could, the threads all stopped moving.

It stopped in front of Igris.

They swirl, intertwine, split, and merge.

Like liquid, it quickly surrounded Igris, but did not advance an inch further.

Unconsciously, Igorikis took a half-step back, and the silk threads followed her steps closely, but showed no intention of attacking.

Then, in the next moment, as the silk threads intertwined, a familiar giant cocoon was slowly woven and stood before her.

Igris prepared to light it without hesitation, but the lighter in her hand was snatched away by the thread in the next instant and fell to the ground.

Countless threads rushed forward, one after another, trying to extinguish the flames, but to no avail.

They...aren't very smart.

The flames did not spread among the threads, but instead continuously eroded the nearby red and seven-colored threads, leaving a small gap in the ground, just like the threads that surrounded Igris but could never get close to her.

Igris wasn't sure if her weapon would be effective against the guys in front of her, but she still raised her pistol and aimed it at the giant cocoon that was so close at hand.

One step, two steps.

Igris's boots stepped on the edge of the surrounding red lines, which refused to recede, so Igris stopped in her tracks.

He pulled the trigger.

With the sound of gears turning, the bullet shot out instantly, hurtling towards the giant cocoon in front of it at extremely high speed.

But Zhou Yuewei's countless red silk threads flew over and forcefully blocked the alien bullet, protecting the giant cocoon.

These silk threads actively protect what's inside the cocoon.

Igris looked at the red line that had receded to protect her feet and had an idea.

She raised the gun again, pulled the trigger twice, and the two bullets flew out towards the giant cocoon at different points.

The red lines on the ground around her followed closely behind, rushing towards the bullets in an attempt to block them all. But Igris didn't even look at them. She stepped over the few scattered red lines, rushed towards the still-burning lighter on the ground, and picked it up.

The bullet was deflected, and the red line spread outwards again, heading towards Igris, who was holding a lighter.

But what awaited them was Igris pulling the trigger again.

They're really not very smart.

Seeing the simple red thread that immediately caught her attention, Igris rushed towards the giant cocoon without hesitation, lighting the lighter in her hand and throwing it at the cocoon.

Faced with the faint flame, countless crimson threads swarmed forward again, attempting to grab it and drive it away.

But Igor's body had already crashed heavily into the giant cocoon, and she fired the last bullet into the cocoon.

At almost face-to-face distance, the red thread had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the bullet pierced through the giant cocoon.

But as soon as the shot was fired, countless red lines instantly crawled up Igris's body, binding her limbs and weapons tightly, lifting her into the sky.

The giant cocoon, pierced by the bullet, finally stopped wriggling and slowly cracked open.

Among them, a red embryo, wrapped in countless threads, floated in mid-air.

As the silk threads wove together, its body began to undergo incomprehensible changes.

Limbs, skin, facial features, and hair.

The embryo, in an instant, also grew and developed rapidly in this incredible way.

Slowly, it opened its eyes and looked at Igris, who was bound in mid-air by silk threads.

Its pupils were scarlet, like the empty eyes that Igris had once tried to peer into, containing a vast ocean of blood.

Its appearance is indescribably perfect and sacred; every inch of its skin and every angle seems to be the most perfect work of art, awe-inspiring yet deeply captivating.

Its body is naked, with only a few strands of silk wrapped around it, holding it high, yet it cannot evoke any sense of desecration.

Its existence seems to represent beauty and holiness; any sin seems to have nowhere to hide in front of it, and any desire pales in comparison.

Igris's vision began to blur, and her consciousness gradually faded.

Everything around her seemed to be drifting away from her, and every cell in her body and her spirit was telling her to submit.

Until… a ray of moonlight shone in her mind.

Her body began to regain its vitality, her mind began to clear, and everything around her seemed particularly nauseating at this moment.

Igris looked at the beautiful figure in front of her again, and it noticed Igris's gaze and slowly approached her.

"..."

There was a hint of confusion in its eyes; it seemed to be observing Igris, but it could hardly understand anything about her.

Its fingers twitched gently, and countless red threads pulled Igris closer to it once more, while its palm gently caressed her cheek.

"..."

It opened its mouth, as if trying to say something, but its throat struggled to produce a sound.

It wasn't used to speaking like this, but only in this way could everything it said be understood.

"you…"

Finally, it uttered its first character, its voice ethereal and melancholic, as if it were chanting the lament of a tragic poet.

"It is resisting me."

Its eyes once again held a hint of confusion, as if it couldn't understand why anyone could refuse this supreme holiness.

Igris didn't answer, but just stared at it silently, at the monster in front of her that was trying to communicate with her.

Yes, a monster.

It is neither a god nor a human being. It possesses divinity, but it does not originate from itself. It takes the form of a human, but it lacks a human self and soul.

It was just a monster, a flawed failure.

"why?"

There was neither reverence nor hatred in Igris's eyes.

It was a mocking look, a look of contempt.

It felt angry and confused, but it didn't want to kill Igris.

It wants to... try to understand humans.

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Forty-Eight, The Tower

"You are here, and you hate me."

Its hand gently brushed across the tips of Igris's hair, its tone full of confusion.

"why?"

"Should I welcome you to destroy this city?"

Igris was already showing good manners by not spitting in its face.

"..."

This was the first time I, Ig V, Lilins V, had answered it. It was thinking, analyzing, and considering what she really meant by everything she said.

"The blood worship goes to such lengths just to summon this monstrosity? I thought they were really going to call upon their master."

Igris's eyes held no mercy in mockery and sarcasm; to her, the man before her was indeed not someone the city had prepared for so long.

Like Clysus of Maulkenson, she bore the mark of the deep sea, yet ultimately did not receive its favor.

The gods will not give it a second glance; it is incomplete, a failure, and a discarded pawn.

"I won't do that."

"Once you appear here, all the eunuchs who can see you will welcome you. They will prostrate themselves on the ground, letting your entourage suck their blood and life until everyone turns into a pool of color, until this place becomes a living hell."