Chapter 2756 - Butchering the Flock of Sheep (1/2)

The nine white unicorns descended to the field, swooping down elegantly until the carriage touched down on the grass. Han Sen hid within the flock of sheep, but he kept his eyes pinned to the door of the carriage. He wondered what sort of scary being might be lurking within. It had to be something fierce if it was scaring the sheep this much. None of them dared to run, and they all remained rooted to the ground, shivering and shaking.

The nine unicorns finally came to a halt, and a drawn-out creak sounded as the door of the carriage opened. A small figure descended from the carriage, and Han Sen’s brow furrowed. The person coming out of that carriage was a little girl. She looked to be no more than ten years old.

“The scary being that the sheep all fear cannot be this little girl, surely.” Han Sen didn’t take his eyes away from the carriage. He believed another creature would emerge behind the girl. She must be a servant or slave of some kind.

But the carriage now seemed to be empty. The little girl was the only one to come out, and in her hands was a sharp knife. She moved toward a flock of sheep.

Han Sen turned his attention back to the girl. Her body was undoubtedly that of a child, but for some reason, something about her eyes seemed a bit mature for her age.

“Is she a Sky?” Han Sen felt the presence of the girl, and he noticed there was a mark on her forehead. She might have been one of the Sky. Either that or she was a Very High. Although there were large cultural differences between them, in terms of simple physicality, the two races were practically the same. The Very High simply had purer blood.

The girl lifted the sharp knife before the flock. She reached out her hand towards a sheep’s head and sighed. “Little sheep, little sheep. I have no choice but to do this. If you ever seek revenge, come for me. Don’t take out your rage on someone else.”

After that, the sharp knife in the girl’s hands was thrust forward. It slid straight into the heart of the sheep and killed it in a single strike. Blood dribbled across the hilt of the knife and gushed from the new cavity in the sheep’s chest.

The weird thing was, the blood never had a chance to drip to the ground. As soon as the sheep’s blood welled up, it was absorbed by the knife that killed it. In moments, the sheep’s body had been sucked dry by the weapon. Under the draining powers of the knife, the sheep became a dried-up husk of its former self. The knife’s color changed to a dark red, and it began to give off a very strong and bloody presence.

Once the first sheep was dead, the girl moved on to another sheep. Every member of the flock was shivering violently, but they didn’t dare to resist. The girl lifted her knife and thrust it through the next creature. Like the last, its blood was sucked dry.

Han Sen was shocked at the sight. The girl continued killing the sheep, and not a single one of them tried to resist. It was like they were all queuing up to die, one after another.

Soon, the death toll had reached a hundred sheep. The blade of her knife had become as red as blood, now. It looked like blood was going to begin dripping out of it any second.

The strong, coppery smell was awful. Han Sen could have detected the scent from a few miles away, and the smell was nauseating.

“There’s definitely something wrong with that girl’s knife,” Han Sen murmured with a frown. He looked at the weapon in the little girl’s hand.

The girl’s presence wasn’t very strong, but there was something very frightening and strange about the aura of the sharp knife. It was much greater than the presence of the little girl herself.

The little girl shouldn’t have been capable of using such a powerful blade, but she was using it with finesse. The knife’s power hadn’t consumed her. This was a situation that Han Sen had never encountered before.

Before he became deified, even Han Sen couldn’t make use of 100% of a deified treasure’s power. Yet the little girl was casually able to use a supremely sharp knife that was far greater than herself. Every strike she unleashed was lethal, and a sheep died each time she swung her hand. Everything about this situation was weird.

“This flock of sheep must be more afraid of the knife than the girl,” Han Sen guessed to himself, but he still wasn’t too sure what was going on. He kept staring at the sharp knife.