Author: Going to Winter

"'Goodbye'. Don't make trouble." Yi Cha said.

Goodbye? Nesse thought for half a second, then realized that it was probably the name of the dog sitting on his belly.

The hell hound put its two teapot-sized paws on his shoulders and feasted, quickly licking all the fire all over his body.

Nese went out and was covered in saliva. Icha whistled.

"Goodbye" heard the order, stepped on the warlock calmly, jumped over two stone balls, and rushed to the devil.

Yi Cha stroked his pet dog's head and looked at it lovingly without criticizing it too much.

His sudden disappearance must have frightened it. Fortunately, he is back now. He knows that "goodbye" has been waiting for him on the edge of chaotic hell.

Hellhounds are stubborn creatures that are connected to their demons. Each one must choose and sign a contract with its owner. As long as it is in the same plane as its owner, no matter how far away it is, this dog can lock on to its owner's location.

, ran to his side.

"Goodbye" obediently lay next to Yi Cha, rubbed his head against his long-lost master's thigh, and lazily burped with black smoke.

Nesai sat on the ground blankly, with several claw marks on his chest and abdomen. He was still thinking about what happened just now.

The big dog that suddenly broke in ate the content of the test, and it was impossible to judge whether the hasty and direct spell cast just now was effective.

It feels sticky and smells bad.

There are two more types.

He looked up at his mentor and expanded his energy vision.

The core of disorder twitches and twists, surrounded by life stars like cyan fireflies, and a thousand soft tentacles swaying like snakes. There are many laws hidden under his well-tailored black and red robes.

Under the thick black background, various energy manifestations are changing and moving on Yi Cha's body.

There was something suspicious that he noticed just now.

The warlock narrowed his eyes and calmed down.

His eyes moved to Yi Cha's waist. There was a gold-encrusted scimitar hanging there.

The scimitar was wrapped in black mist and couldn't be seen clearly, but the smoke there looked more intense. Small spherical objects were mixed in there.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is not the black mist with nuclei that represents disorder, but many, many black particles.

Hundreds...maybe tens of thousands of black particles.

They twisted and bounced, flying outward for a short distance before being disintegrated without a trace.

Then tens of thousands of new black particles are generated and fly out, and the cycle continues forever.

Nese's eyes returned to the gold-inlaid scimitar. The blade was radiating energy.

He remembered an extremely rare material: Yin Iron.

If this is the case, those scattered particles of power should be the equally rare real power of chaos.

The power of true chaos.

It cannot be summoned, it cannot be synthesized, it cannot be transformed, it cannot be restricted.

Currently, it is recorded that only the yinite that grows at the end of the Hell's Backflow River naturally contains it.

Many scholars are unaware of the existence of this field of power, and a few senior scholars often confuse the real power of chaos with disordered energy because they sound and look quite similar in their energy vision.

Nesse also asked this question:

Why not name the most common cored black fog in hell Chaos, but instead name it Disorder?

He remembered Yi Cha’s reply:

"First of all, the name of the energy field was not given by demons. Like the naming of every field, whenever someone discovers a new field, they will first report it to the Yuhengzhi Garden. If the existence of this new field can be reproduced and confirmed, then either

The final name will be proposed by the sponsor, or the final name will be determined through roundtable discussions.

The names and characteristics of the energy field that I told you are the accumulation and summary of Yuhengzhe Garden over tens of thousands of years.

As for the naming of the disordered energy field and the real power of chaos, if you want to find out, I think we should ask the scholar who first came to Chaos Hell 20,000 years ago. His reports and suggestions at that time are all in "Chaos Hell Energy"

Source Distribution and Classification" in this record.

Finally, I have the same question as you, and this is one of the studies I plan to do in the future. If there is a future."

Another study to be done. There is still too much blank space and too many unsolved mysteries...

Nesse really wants to be able to help.

Not just helping. He hopes he has his share of this...

To do this, he must study hard.

"The fifth type is the power of true chaos."

Nese retracted her thoughts, read out the answer in her heart, and at the same time marked herself a point without hesitation.

Five kinds.

Correct answer. Yi Cha nodded absently.

The warlock looked at him from head to toe again. The demon did not make any cover, half leaning on the huge gray-white stone ball, but nothing could be seen.

There is another one. If you answer the last one correctly, you will be qualified to travel to hell with the instructor.

He felt sad for Hikis and Keqier, they didn't cherish this precious opportunity.

Nesei's eyes swept around the demon, almost splitting his eyes.

There was one last thing left, but he saw nothing new.

Yi Cha glanced at him. As if he noticed his predicament, he touched the hell hound's head.

"Ah, forget it. There is one thing I rarely use. Let's not mention it for now. You passed."

"Please give me a little more time."

The warlock felt that this was a bit like charity.

"There's no time." Yi Cha raised his hand and pointed lazily.

Nesse looked in the direction he pointed.

At some point, the fork-tongued willow tree had lost its final form. The fire went out, black smoke rose up, and turned into a pool of charred ashes.

"One last moment," Nesse pleaded.

…

He suddenly felt hot.

This is a bit strange. Since he was transformed into an energy creature, he didn't feel much heat even when he was lit.

Yi Cha sat up suddenly. Green flames flashed in his eyes.

"Just fine, no more." He said shortly.

"Goodbye" a low growl sounded.

The devil changed the direction he was pointing, and his finger was now pointing towards the horizon where sulfur was flowing backwards in the distance.

Nesse looked there blankly.

He felt hot.

The night sky with a dead face became darker, and there was a black spot like an ink stain on the horizon.

"Transform. To yourself."

Isaac jumped down and said to the warlock. The hell hound followed him vigorously.

Yi Cha understood what was going on in just a moment. Other demons followed the trail of "Goodbye" and found them.

Can't stay here any longer.

He stared closely at the edge of the curtain, turned his back to Nese, and drew a circle with his hands behind his back, "Use these."

With the movements of his hands, like using a mold to press out blueberry biscuits, a large piece of black, steaming, disordered, nuclear-containing dense fog was cut out of thin air, with neat sections.

Nese stopped talking and stirred up the energy.

He has never tried to use the power of disorder to transform. But he knows what it will bring to him.

The black mist expanded and surrounded him, and the twitching and flashing eyeballs were arranged in front of his eyes, floating up and down, locked in the same direction.

his direction.

Stars... He drew a spell on the palm of his hand and subconsciously raised his head to find the correct star position.

"No need." Yicha's voice came, suddenly near and then far away.

heat.

do not go.

do not go.
To be continued...