Chapter 51 Son of Chaos

Author: Going to Winter

Chapter 51 Son of Chaos

This passage seems to have no end. Taking a step forward, it suddenly becomes extremely wide.

The walls, ceilings and floors began to crack, with some cracks flowing out of colorful thick slurry like melted maltose, some spilling out old-fashioned intestines and flesh, and some flying out irregular stones of various sizes and sharp edges.

He could tell that there were several common stone textures in hell such as obsidian and disaster stone, but he couldn't determine most of them.

Something in one of the cracks caught his attention.

For a moment, he saw white flowers with mournful faces and vines tangled together like nooses, quickly flashing through a crack on the right side.

That is……

"The Hanged Man of Alexandria, as old as hell! Please tell me the true meaning of that prophecy!" He reacted and shouted in that direction.

"Who are you?"

The rustling sound went away without mercy.

Yi Cha turned around and ran towards the gap, trying to hold onto the gap and look out.

But the crack closed quickly before his eyes, almost pinching his fingers.

A new crack opened above the head, and the red stream of fire-leizhesang poured down on his head and face.

Yi Cha wiped his face vigorously, turned around and flew straight in the original direction.

Okay. Not bad.

He can handle this level of change.

This should already be a relatively calm material expression state of ultimate chaos.

It seems that the Son of Chaos is indeed the Son of Hell.

His energy field contains all the elements of the entire hell, displayed in a completely chaotic way. The layer where his outward passage connects to the underground judgment field should also be a random result.

The Children of Chaos are indeed harmless.

After all, hell is the devil's sweet home.

Even after such a chaotic combination.

Yicha was relieved and flew forward smoothly.

He wanted to call the son of hell by his name, but he didn't know how to call it.

Are the Children of Chaos the children of the demons or the leaders of the demons? This is indeed a question that needs to be considered.

flight.

He passed through a waterfall of burning gravel, and the passage suddenly narrowed in front of him.

A large, solid mass of mixed material energy that looked like destruction, disorder, and the power of real chaos was blocked in front of him.

to check hovering in the air.

bass--

It's like the sound of metal sliding on metal.

All the rips were zipped shut.

Snapped!

Like a broken bottle going back in time.

The mass of energy shrank and gathered in the middle for an instant, forming a small figure.

A back view.

Back view of a little girl.

The girl has a very typical pair of small goat horns on her head. Her thin and dense black wavy hair is tied into six short braids, resting on her red shoulders. Her slender and beautiful tail curves into a natural arc.

, stepping on a pair of delicate goat hooves.

"Dear..."

Yi Cha thought for a while, squatted down to the same height as the girl, and said, "Hello."

The little girl turned around suddenly.

She has a pair of asymmetrical eyes—the first to jump in to check her field of vision—one side is burning flames, and the other side is as pure black as ink.

The corners of her mouth trembled vigorously, and her delicate face twitched slightly, as if she was suppressing something.

"I..." Yi Cha was about to introduce himself.

The horned girl suddenly jumped forward, and the distance between her and Yi Cha was only two inches.

"Help me. Help me."

She clenched her two small fists, and the words leaked out from between her teeth, "Help me, help me."

"That's what I originally planned." Yi Cha said calmly.

"real?"

The little girl looked straight at him.

"real."

This is indeed true.

Slowly, slowly she turned around.

Yi Cha looked over the girl's delicate shoulders and looked forward - now that the large amount of energy blocking the field of vision had condensed, the scene behind her was also revealed -

A large flowing void filled with countless strange patterns.

The little lamb-like girl silently put her feet together and jumped into it.

to check on her.

In the void, a road like purple mud was formed under her hooves.

She walked upward toward the swirling void, and a strange ladder pulled out from under her hooves.

Yi Cha followed, carefully stepping on the places she had stepped on.

My mind is crowded with countless questions. I can't even decide which one is more necessary and urgent.

"Tell me your trouble."

He considered it silently for a hundred heartbeats, then said.

The strange cloud-like stairs under their feet had already sent them far away. The two of them stood in the middle of the void, one behind the other.

The girl stopped.

As soon as she stopped like this, a circular platform gradually formed under her hooves like ink. The girl suddenly bent down as if she was about to fall over, and a broken roar escaped from her mouth.

That's not her voice.

Just now, Yi Cha had memorized her voice. This one definitely wasn't the case now.

This is a man's voice. And it's an old man.

As she roared, the vortex in the void began to vibrate.

Bah—baah!

Countless cracks opened in the void.

The bone-eroding wind penetrated.

She stopped yelling. Instead, she let out an old, miserable old man's laugh.

Yi Cha jumped forward and pulled her over.

The flame in the girl's left eye socket was engulfed, and her pair of eyes fell into a dull gray-black color. The blood vessels on her face bulged, and she was still smiling viciously.

Is she being controlled?

Without hesitation, Yi Cha shook the girl's shoulders vigorously, grabbed her tail, lifted her upside down, and shook her like an ink pen.

To be honest, Yi Cha also knew that this behavior was indeed unprofessional.

However, the Son of Chaos in front of him obviously cannot be classified as an ordinary substance, energy or law creature, which makes him unable to determine whether his usual methods will work, or even whether the indiscriminate use of spells and energy will produce any unpredictable negative effects.

The girl was thrown into the air by him, bit her tongue and stopped laughing.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Her voice became blurred and returned to a clear childlike voice.

At the same moment, the biting cold wind that had just surrounded seemed to hit a transparent barrier and suddenly disappeared.

Yi Cha quickly placed her on the soft platform and turned around to take a look. Sure enough, the girl's eyes returned to their original state of flame on one side and black stone on the other.
To be continued...