Infinite Paradise
Chapter 46: She’s not the Devil!

Chapter 46: She’s not the Devil!

The Soul Tide could not only sever the souls of enemies but was also bound to the soul of its wielder. As long as the distance between the two did not exceed five hundred meters, it could swiftly return to the user’s hand through the resonance of souls. This was the feature of the weapon that Le Cheng was most satisfied with.

Not afraid of losing it.

Just as Le Cheng grasped the Soul Tide, the girl’s attack had already arrived. The huge scythe in her hands was as light as a feather, its sharp blade drawing a dark light across the air, aiming for Le Cheng’s neck.

Clang!

Le Cheng raised his hand to parry, the sound of metal clashing ringing out.

After countless chunks of flesh had fallen off, the girl’s strength had significantly decreased. But at the same time, her speed and reactions had become more agile, and her moves grew more complex and varied.

Zzzt—

Amidst the sound of the scythe scraping against the dagger, the scythe wrapped around Le Cheng’s neck suddenly curled inwards. With the range of the scythe’s attack, it could easily slice off Le Cheng’s head; yet Le Cheng did not retreat but advanced, enveloping the girl’s waist with his arms, chuckling, "Sister, want me to give you a facial beauty treatment?"

Le Cheng sliced open a chunk of flesh on the girl’s face.

Swoosh!

The chunk of flesh fell off at his command, revealing the girl’s eyes.

Those eyes were pale and empty, devoid of any sparkle, just like a broken doll, one couldn’t feel any emotion or soul from them.

And the girl, as if malfunctioning, collapsed into Le Cheng’s embrace as the scythe fell from her hand, her body limp. Only the chunks of flesh on her forehead were still desperately twisting and shifting, trying to burrow into the girl’s eyes.

"Perhaps, you are the true Devils."

Le Cheng grabbed hold of those chunks of flesh, but they clung to the girl’s head as if rooted there. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t tear them off; in fact, his action provoked a fierce retaliation from the chunks of flesh. Thin as noodles, they burrowed into the skin on the back of Le Cheng’s hand.

The chunks of flesh, upon touching fresh blood, also became incredibly agitated. Le Cheng could clearly feel them growing more active.

But—

Le Cheng was using his left hand.

When the chunks of flesh penetrated the back of his hand, the Deputy Mark there was immediately activated, releasing streams of pure Moonlight, as if declaring to them that this was the realm of God!

Almost instantly, the chunks of flesh emitted a large amount of green smoke and then turned to ashes, disappearing from Le Cheng’s sight.

The remaining chunks, which had not yet managed to burrow into Le Cheng’s hand, began to scramble away in panic. While some were intercepted by Le Cheng, most burrowed into the girl’s ears.

Next, the girl’s pale eyes began to fill with blood, and as her pupils were completely overtaken by a crimson red, a gleam gradually returned to her eyes, but it was mostly tainted with blood and madness.

"I... I am... Merciful Father... Merciful Father... Ahhhh!!!"

The girl screamed frantically, her black hair cascading down, delivering a barrage of needle-like strikes to Le Cheng.

"Sister, I suspect you might be a little ungrateful," Le Cheng said.

Fortunately, Le Cheng’s reactions were quick, and he managed to dodge, but immediately afterward, a black vortex appeared beneath his feet. The girl’s hair passed through the vortex and entangled his legs like venomous snakes.

"Stop, stop!"

At this moment, Clara ran over in a fluster. Seeing the life-and-death struggle between the two, she exclaimed, "Stop it, don’t fight anymore, Mr. Le Cheng, she... she is that esteemed one!"

Le Cheng had realized this outcome as soon as the girl got hold of the greatsword and scythe; otherwise, it would not have been the chunks of flesh he cut off just now, but rather the girl’s neck.

"Clara, your news is a bit outdated, and... you might not believe it, but she was the one who struck first."

Le Cheng cut off the hair binding his legs and instantly vanished into the Shadow.

Where did he go?

The girl’s blood-red gaze searched around, and at that moment, she was like a beast looking for its prey.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds...

Five seconds passed.

Here!

Countless strands of hair curled upwards, thrusting into the air above the girl. Le Cheng, concealed within the Shadow, was forced out. Then there was a swoosh, as the black hair, sharp as blades, pierced through Le Cheng’s chest, and quickly sheared off his limbs. In Le Cheng’s astonished gaze, his head was brutally split into two halves...

"How... How could this happen?"

Clara clapped her hands in a snap, despairingly kneeling on the ground.

"Hahahaha... This is what happens to those who defy the Merciful Father!" The young girl laughed maniacally, looking up at the sky.

"Done laughing? I’m going to release the Red Warmth now, stinky little sister." An unexpected voice sounded in the girl’s ear.

What?

The girl turned sharply, only to see a dark purple light entering her vision, enlarging infinitely...

Thrust!

"Ah!"

The Soul Tide pierced deeply into the girl’s left eye, instantly splitting her soul, eliciting a piercing scream of agony. Clutching her eye, she controlled her hair to launch a ferocious attack on Le Cheng.

Her long, tangled hair surged like a tide, forcing Le Cheng to retreat. But as the distance between them grew, the girl suddenly grasped a strand of her own hair and plucked it like a guitar string.

Hum! Hum! Hum...

The low, grating notes transformed into shadowy figures, like assassins in the mist, launching endless attacks on Le Cheng.

Le Cheng, holding the Soul Tide in his hand, swung his arm so fast that afterimages appeared, blocking and shattering all the shadowy figures!

These shadowy figures were the souls consumed by the young girl.

No, more accurately, they were devoured by the Devil.

As Le Cheng shattered all the souls and steadied himself back on the ground, the girl’s momentum visibly diminished. She looked at Le Cheng incredulously—how could he dissolve such an attack? Is this guy... really alive?

"The love of the Merciful Father... the love of the Merciful Father..."

The girl’s face showed an unwilling expression as she prepared to attack again, but just then, her body trembled fiercely.

Then her right hand shakily lifted.

"Scythe... come."

Whoosh.

The black scythe flew back to her, the girl’s fingers clenching tightly on both sides of the blade.

"Merciful Father... Merciful Father... the great Merciful Father..."

"Don’t..."

It seemed as if there were two souls inside the girl’s body, emitting different voices—one loudly reciting the Merciful Father with full adoration, while the other sounded like a prisoner struggling desperately. However, the latter’s voice grew sharper and more frantic, until it drowned out the former.

"Don’t... spout nonsense in my head!"

With a snap, the girl violently broke the scythe and then, with the broken blade in hand, thrust it viciously into her own brain.

As blood sprayed, the girl clenched the blade, forcefully stirring her brain.

The blood-drenched left eye and brain being continuously churned and splattered with blood and flesh depicted a scene of agony straight from Hell.

And through this self-mutilation, finally, an ugly lump of flesh wriggled out of the girl’s brain.

"Why... Why..."

The lump of flesh howled unwillingly, gradually taking the shape of a brain in mid-air.

Then...

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop!

Seven or eight black vortexes appeared around the girl, each extending a pale arm, pressing down on the lump of flesh before it could flee.

"I’m going to eat you!"

The girl roared in anger, lowered her head, and bit into the flesh, tearing off a chunk of meat and swallowing it, crunching and gnawing...