"'Bye'. Don't cause trouble," Icha said.
goodbye? Nese thought for half a second, then realized that 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 flames from his body clean.
Nese went out and was covered in saliva. Icha whistled.
"Goodbye" heard the order, stepped on the warlock calmly, jumped over two stone balls with two leaps, 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 knew that "goodbye" had been waiting for him on the edge of chaotic hell.
Hellhounds are stubborn creatures that are spiritually connected to their demons. Each one must choose and sign a contract with its master. As long as it is on the same plane as its owner, no matter how far away it is, this kind of dog can lock its owner's position and run to him.
"Goodbye" obediently lay next to Yi Cha, rubbed his head against his long-lost master's thigh, and lazily burped with black smoke.
Nese 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 twitched and twisted, surrounded by green firefly-like life stars, 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 had noticed just now.
The warlock narrowed his eyes and calmed down.
His eyes moved to Yi Cha's waist. There hung a gold-encrusted scimitar.
The scimitar was wrapped in black mist and couldn't be seen clearly, but the smoke there looked more intense. Small globules are mixed in among them.
If you look carefully, you will see that it is not the nuclear black fog 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 eliminated without a trace.
Then tens of thousands of new black particles are generated, flying out, and the cycle continues forever.
Nese's eyes returned to the gold-encrusted scimitar. blade. It is 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 called upon, 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 true power of chaos with disordered energy because they both sound and look similar in 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 is not given by demons. Like the naming of every field, whenever someone discovers a new field, they will first report it to the Yuhengzhe 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 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 true 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 from that year are all in the record "Distribution and Classification of Energy Sources in Chaos Hell".
Finally, I have the same question as you, and this is one of the research I plan to do in the future. If there is a future. "
Another study to be done. There is too much blank space, too many unsolved mysteries...
Nese really wanted to be able to help.
Not just help. He hopes that he has his share of these...
To do this, he must study hard.
"The fifth type is the power of true chaos."
Nesai retracted her thoughts, read out the answer in her heart, and at the same time marked herself a point without hesitation.
Five kinds.
bingo. Icha 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 kind. If you answer the last one correctly, you will be qualified to travel to hell with your mentor.
He felt sad for Hikisi and Keqier, they didn't cherish this precious opportunity.
Nese's eyes swept around the demon, almost making his eyes pop open.
There was one last one left, but he saw nothing new.
Icha glanced at him. Seemingly aware of his predicament, he patted the hellhound's head.
"Ah. Forget it. There's one 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.
Nesai 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.
Isaac sat up suddenly. Green flames flickered in his eyes.
"Just fine, no more." He said shortly.
"Goodbye" came out with a low growl.
The demon changed the direction he was pointing, and his finger was now pointing towards the horizon where sulfur was flowing backwards in the distance.
Nese looked there blankly.
He felt hot.
The night sky with the face of a dead man became darker, and there was a black spot like an ink stain on the horizon.
"Transform. To yourself."
Icha jumped down and said to the warlock. The hellhound followed him gracefully.
Yi Cha understood what was going on in just a moment. Other demons followed "Goodbye"'s trail to find 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 movement of his hand, 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 not tried to use the power of disorder to transform. But he knows what this will bring 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 charm 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.
do not go. The little people in Nese's heart who represent "rules" said.
heat.
Goodbye, little people. His heart skipped a beat, he took a step forward and plunged into the chaotic darkness.
squeak squeak squeak
Zhizhizhizhi——
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
It was as if he had walked into some kind of solid sound wave collection, and the nerve-shredding noise resounded through his eardrums without warning.
The sound of fingernails scraping on glass, the sound of blunt saws cutting sheep bones, the sound of heavy axes chopping heads, the rustling of maggots, screams, moans, and maddened laughter.
heat.
Noisy.
The body seems to be changing quietly.
A strong hand pulled him up. His body became airborne and he began to fly.
The air was thinned and vibrating, whistling beneath his feet.
Yi Cha's unhurried words came to his ears, "Remember, your name is Veled. You are my butler. A little devil."
