Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 773 Overcoming Instinct!

"...I, shall I come?"

Prince Szijjártó suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned around abruptly and looked at Aleister beside him in surprise.

The corners of Aleister's mouth slightly raised, and his pupils, as dark red as red wine, rippled: "What else, Your Highness?
"——Xingti has come to this point, you don't think you can still stay out of it, right?"

She could tell at a glance that Szijjártó had never killed anyone.

For the original prince, this level of kindness is not a big deal. Instead, it can be said to be a virtue.

But when the Son of the Moon had already made up his mind to usurp the throne, he still did not dare to kill anyone or his enemies. This can only be regarded as weakness.

—Not nearly as good as Isabel.

This thought came to Aleister's mind.

If it were Isabel, she would definitely be strong in the face of hatred and crisis - let alone killing people, she would have no problem even stepping directly into the front line of the battlefield.

Because in another world line, this is how she became the real "Iron Queen".

At this moment, Aleister's emotions were almost boiling, and she was so excited that she was like a student who was about to have winter or summer vacation. She reached out and held down Prince Szijjártó, who was obviously resisting, and gradually raised his hand, while whispering: "What are you still hesitating about? They are your enemies, the rebels who want to imprison you. They are guilty of capital crimes, but you are executing them in advance.

"It is because I am here that you are not in trouble. But I cannot always follow you and protect you... After all, I do not belong here, nor do I belong to Xingti."

"I……"

Prince Szijjártó bit his lip, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Yeah...what am I hesitating about?

His hands gradually relaxed their resistance and were slowly lifted up by Aleister, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at the forehead of the guard, who was shaking slightly and had lifeless eyes.

And then, Aleister let go of his hand.

He looked at Aleister with some surprise and hesitation.

Aleister just raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me? Are you looking at the questions?
"I say - you don't want me to teach you how to kill, do you? Are you so dependent on your mother? Then go ask the Queen of the Moon, she might take you to suck blood. Or do you need me to be your mother and feed you, Your Highness?"

"……Do not."

Facing the sarcastic Aleister, Prince Szijjártó bit his lip hard and licked the blood from the corner of his lips.

He was silent for a while, and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice: "I just...wasn't mentally prepared yet."

"Then let me see how prepared you are."

Aleister said leisurely.

--boom!

The next moment, flames spurted out of the muzzle of the gun.

Prince Szijjártó had no control over the muzzle of the gun at all—or rather, he underestimated the aftereffect of the gun.

He held the gun with one hand, and although his posture was handsome, it was not standard at all. Under the effect of the back force, his wrist was almost broken, and the muzzle of the gun deflected to the wall next to him. The ejected bullet bounced back instantly and grazed his temples.

The bullet grazed the man's ear, and the intense pain made him wake up instantly.

Looking at the other person's pupils that quickly became clear, Prince Szijjártó's heart suddenly began to beat violently. He felt his eardrums bulging, and the sounds outside became blurred.

In fear and tension, he endured the severe pain in his wrist, clenched the pistol with both hands against his chest, and fired repeatedly!
The first two shots almost missed - one hit the shoulder, the second hit the arm. The third shot finally hit the abdomen.

However, this non-weakness injury was not fatal to the third-level extraordinary person. Instead, it helped him to wake up completely.

The opponent's pupils turned deep purple in an instant, and he let out a crazy roar like a wolf. His body suddenly expanded, his skin turned deep purple with protruding blood vessels, saliva dripped, and the bone ridges on the outside of his arms protruded and turned into sharp long blades.

——This is a demon!
When in a state of serious injury, he will unseal the demon in his body and use the materialized demonic tissue to fill his damaged body, achieving a terrifying state of fusion with the demon in a short period of time!
Prince Szijjártó took two steps back in panic, his fractured right hand hanging down holding the gun, while his left hand was frantically reaching for something at his waist - he seemed to want to take something down, but couldn't find it.

The mad demon recovered his health in just an instant - although he had lost most of his sanity, he still instinctively bypassed Aleister and pounced on Prince Szijjártó, pressing him heavily against the opposite wall with two bullets!

Prince Szijjártó's gun was hit hard and fell to the ground. The bag hanging on his waist was also torn into pieces, and the bottles and jars inside were scattered all over the floor. The demon aimed at Prince Szijjártó's abdomen and punched him hard!
With just one strike, Prince Szijjártó immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

The demon let him go, allowing Prince Szijjártó to slowly slide down, then clenched his fist and wanted to hit him on the chin!
But at this moment, the fingertips of Szijjártó's left hand trembled slightly for a moment. One of the medicine bottles on the ground instantly emitted a dim yellow light, and then turned into powder.

In just a moment, the demon with clenched fists was covered with a thick layer of rock shell.

He simply clenched his fist and pulled his right arm back - before he even stretched it to the limit, his body instantly froze in this position!
This is the petrifying potion.

When an alchemist uses an alchemical potion, he does not have to take it or throw it out. He can directly use the power in the potion to cast spells.

The potion that can petrify a transformed third-level demon instantly in less than one tenth of a second is obviously not something that Prince Szijjártó can make on his own.

This must have been done by a Level 5 Balancer! It must have been Prince Szijjaldo's alchemy teacher...

Prince Szijjártó was seen spitting out blood while slightly moving his left hand. Two bottles of potion shook and turned into crystal powder, followed by a green glow.

Szijjártó's complexion improved almost instantly, and he slowly stood up, holding on to the wall.

At this time, Aleister still stood there motionless.

Prince Szijjártó did not question Aleister, "Why were you just standing there watching?"

He just gasped for air while staring at the petrified demon, with a complex expression constantly changing on his face.

"…I was negligent."

After a long time, he finally caught his breath. The first thing he said after he could speak was an apology: "I underestimated them... They are so vulnerable in front of you, but it doesn't mean I can look down on them.

"I'll remember this lesson, Lord Aleister."

Before he knew it, "Miss Aleister" in Szijjártó's mouth turned into "Lord Aleister".

The look in his eyes when he looked at Aleister changed from fear to respect.

Before he was actually attacked, he even thought that Aleister's methods were a bit cruel... But after he was punched in the head by the demon, his mind instantly became clear.

They are not weaklings, but real traitors. They are not his own people, but enemies who can and are willing to take his life.

And now I have completely broken away from my noble status and stable life in the past.

Rather, it is better to say that now my identity has become a shackle, a weakness, and... an old wound that is fatal.

"——Just deserve a beating."

Aleister walked over slowly, with a hint of laughter in his voice: "He will behave himself after a beating.

"A bottle of precious alchemical potion and a beating in exchange for this lesson... I think you deserved it."

"……Yes."

Szijjártó nodded slightly to Aleister, bowed, and his voice became low and rational: "I remember..."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the potions one by one and put them back into the bag around his waist.

Finally, he held a tube of dim yellow ointment in his hand. It looked only slightly larger than a lipstick, like a thin and small glass test tube, with something like cod liver oil flowing inside.

Szijjártó held it tightly, then suddenly threw it towards the petrified sculpture!

The potion bottle suddenly shattered and turned into powder in the air. It also emitted a brilliant dim yellow light, surrounding the stone statue.

Under the shining light, the stone statue gradually shattered and turned into powder. Finally, just like the reagent bottle on the ground turned into white crystal powder, it turned into a thin sand.

"Does using alchemy to kill people make you feel proud?"

Aleister said quietly from the side.

"……Won't."

Szijjártó was silent for a moment, faced the question and replied: “But it will make me more confident.

"——I am confident that I am not incapable of killing people. I just need to overcome my cowardly instincts... I can do this."

"It's really ridiculous to say this to Xingti."

Aleister chuckled and shook his head slightly.

She suppressed the evil thoughts and impatience that were growing in her heart, and waved her hand lightly: "Go in and tell your good friend - you are here to save him."

Aleister leaned against the wall, slightly closing his eyes as if he was a little tired, like a blooming rose.

The corridor on the ground was covered with blood, but her shoes and skirt were the only parts that were not stained by the blood.

She took a deep breath - the damp blood in the air made her teeth itch.

...I really want to suck blood.

Want to suck Aiwas' blood.

Thinking of this, Aleister's pupils became even redder.

She felt her head hurting more and more, and the strong feeling of hunger and thirst made her stomach seem to be cramping - she felt like she could eat a cow raw!

I want to suck blood...

I really want to make love...

I really want to kill someone...

I really want to...

Aleister hugged his left arm and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and silently enduring the increasingly chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Suddenly, Aleister opened his eyes in confusion.

For some reason, the chaotic thoughts in her mind suddenly disappeared for a short time.

Her emerald green pupils had regained their clarity.

Not knowing whether that chaotic and crazy feeling would come back - taking advantage of the brief period of rationality, Aleister suddenly bit his thumb.

It's not biting the nails, it's biting directly through the bones!

In intense pain, she chewed her bones with a crunching sound, her eyes gradually seeping out an increasingly intense purple color, making her pupils gradually reflect a violet color.

A strong desire to win finally made Aleister face up to the terrible instincts of the Child of the Moon, instead of considering it as common sense that "it should be this way."

——I will defeat the evil instincts of this child of the moon.

If you can't even overcome your own corrupt nature, how can you expect to defeat the Fallen Angels?

(End of this chapter)