Author: Going to Winter

"I'm going to kill the shepherd... I'm going to lure him to kill him... you're going to lure him to kill him!" The Son of Chaos' eyes rolled and turned into a vast black!

Almost at the same time, Yi Cha took action with his machete and stabbed dozens of transparent holes in the girl's body.

boom!

Endless stinging needles mixed with black smoke shot out from the girl lying on the ground, instantly piercing Cha's front like a hedgehog.

The needle explodes.

At the moment of the explosion, Yi Cha had already thrown out the bottle of Silent Ink with his left hand, knocking the cork away. The round bottle of Rest Stone rotated in the air, spitting out invisible empty energy, and scattered the fragments that were about to expand between the two.

Breathe it in.

Even so, a few missing needles exploded into corrosive powder that penetrated every hole and pounced on his face, neck, chest and abdomen, causing a bloody mess and unbearable pain.

Yicha kicked the girl over and slashed her with his sword with all his strength.

Bah.

The long and beautiful tail, with a pink heart-shaped tip at the tip, was cut to the side. The next wave of stinging needles had already hit like a torrential rain, and Yi Cha teleported to the side to avoid the attack. He grabbed the tail with his left hand in the air and cut it away.

Take the tail of the body into your hand.

"Cough. Cough. Cough."

The old man coughed, and the girl stood up unsteadily like a marionette. Her flesh and blood quickly grew out of the hole blasted by the black fireworks of the true power of chaos.

The Son of Chaos is indeed not an ordinary creature.

The Yin Iron Blade, which contained the true power of chaos, could only leave temporary wounds on her body... Yicha wiped her face, feeling excruciating pain.

He stared closely at the girl with twisted joints, ready to teleport again at any time.

Right.

The strange energy in her body is the sum total of disorder, real chaos, and destruction.

Avoidance is only temporary anyway...

and……

bass.

His eyes only saw a little trace, and they flashed upward to the maximum distance without hesitation.

Crack!

A terrifying, dense mass of needles exploded where he was standing.

Swish.

At the same moment, the girl rose to level with him. New platforms spread beneath her feet.

"Giggle." The horned girl twitched her mouth and made a sound like she was being choked.

No. You have to take advantage of her before she is completely controlled...

We must try this hopeless method...

Yi Cha felt a little against his will.

I seem to be acting against my will a lot lately.

Gududududududu——

The dozens of fist-sized wounds on the girl's body were like water filling ravines, and they all healed in an instant.

"Hiss, hiss..." The old man's voice sounded like a breathy chuckle.

no way.

Without hesitation, Yi Cha handed the tail to his right hand and waved it loudly in the air.

Humming a relaxing ditty in his mouth.

Almost as soon as the notes formed a melody——

The old male voice was cut off in the air.

Yi Cha took a glance and found the horned girl standing there, her chest heaving and starting to tremble again.

He walked forward slowly, waving his tail as a whip.

Take a leisurely stroll.

Yicha kept his expression calm and his posture relaxed, like a shepherd boy enjoying the quiet moment in the wild under the blue sky and white clouds.

Walking through the muddy and smelly purple steps, through the biting cold wind.

Cheerful music floated out of his voice, like colorful candies falling like rain on the spring grass.

That's the song he was humming——

Shepherd's Song in Dreams.

…

The girl with horns looked at him blankly, her face uncertain.

It was really cloudy and sunny - there was no additional light source, but it seemed as if there were firelight and shadows surging back and forth on her face at the same time, fighting for their own chassis.

Her eyes aroused a two-color vortex of red and dark gray.

Shepherd's song, Shepherd's song.

Flow, flow. Flow and flow.

Phew!

Icha cracked the whip beautifully.

He kept a brisk posture and walked towards her slowly and step by step.

Shepherd in the cave of ten-headed snakes, you hold high the whip of destiny!

The moment the Son of Chaos mentioned the Shepherd, he understood the meaning of this prophecy.

Icha held up his beautiful red tail.

The shepherd holds his whip high.

Snapped!

He pulled it away from the stunned girl with horns. She trembled, and her half-grown tail stopped growing.

Snapped!

Another strike. This time it hit the Son of Chaos' thin arm.

A red mark.

The horned girl groaned, covered her arms, her face twitched, and the colors in her eyes changed rapidly.

Icha continued to sing and sing.

He walked in front of her and began to circle around her, singing.

Regardless of the serious robes and cassocks he was wearing, he took the briskest steps, jumped, waved his whip, and sang songs.

Snapped!

He whipped the horned girl on the back. The whip almost knocked her soul out of her body. Black shadows appeared behind her for an instant.

Echa is singing.

"Baa, baa, black sheep.

Do you have wool?

Yes, some.

I have three bags full.

A bag for the devil.

A bag for the angels.

One bag for the little girl who lives in the alley."

The shadows melt.

As the loud singing flowed, the anger in the horned girl's eyes disappeared, and the gray-black eyes on one side were gradually occupied by the orange-red of the flame. She lowered her head, weakly arched her body, covered the red wound on her arm, and shivered.

stand up.

The wound on her arm didn't heal as quickly as before.

Yicha jumped and jumped. He kicked the beautiful hem of his beloved robe to pieces. He jumped and jumped, and his singing pierced the cold wind.

This is really against your will.

He jumped up and down, cracked his whip, and wrapped his beautiful tail around his waist - the tail seemed to have a life of its own, coiled around his waist obediently like a pet snake.
To be continued...