Child of Destiny

They were currently hiding and lying in wait to launch an ambush.

Ha~! La~! La~!

While they were preparing for the ambush, they suddenly heard a holy and charming voice.

This had caught them off guard, especially when the voice had an extremely tempting tone.

Some of them felt their eyelids dropping, seemingly about to fall asleep. The voice felt like a lullaby that was pulling them into the land of dreams.

On the other hand, the others, who had stronger willpower, found themselves fighting against the urge to fall asleep.

They wanted to warn the others about it while also asking those with support class to cast dispel on the others.

Unfortunately, they found that even dispel or cleansing spells were useless against this voice because what they were feeling was neither a debuff nor any negative alignment.

It was more of a mental attack rather than a debuff spell within the game.

When they had realized this, those with support class shifted to using spells that boosted their willpower and mental defenses.

Unfortunately, it was already too late at that time since most of their people had already been pulled into deep slumber, leaving themselves defenseless.

Swoosh!

Shing! Shing! Shing!

Not long after, they saw the heads of their colleagues flying and rolling in the air.

Thud! Thud!

The sounds that these severed heads made when they fell on the ground created a series of rhythmic beats that resonated along with the singing voice.

This scene continued for quite a while, making the minds of those who saw it go blank.

They all stared blankly at the scene, only waking themselves when the thick scent of demonic blood filled the air.

It was also at this moment that they had been wide awake!

Their eyes were immediately filled with rage after processing what was going on. They immediately went crazy while looking for the person responsible for this attack.

Little did they know that this was another effect of the voice ringing in the entire place.

It was also at this moment that the tone of the voice suddenly changed, along with the song that it was singing.

Dan! Da Da Dan~! Da Da Dan~!

It was a fast and energetic voice that was seemingly carrying the echoes of war – fierce, violent, and filled with slaughter.

Along with the sudden change of song, the demonic players who had been affected by the song immediately lost their minds.

Their already crimson eyes turned even more bloodshot, becoming even more evil and sinister.

The effects of this song seemed to be more effective against demonic players due to the nature of their race. The song and their demon race seemed to resonate with each other, highlighting the raceʼs innate nature.

When they had swept their gaze in the surroundings, looking for the sign of their attacker, everyone else around them seemed to have morphed into the person they hated the most.

Some of them, who had a slightly stronger willpower, were still fighting against this mental attack. Unfortunately, the multiple factors that were affecting them had stacked together, resulting in the current situation.

They were unable to break free from their current state, making them vulnerable to the incoming attacks.

Shing! Shing! Shing!

A crimson light cut through the air, slicing through everything that it came in contact with, especially the necks of every demonic player on its path.

Swoosh!

Every demonic player blocking its path was either sliced in half or beheaded once this crimson light passed through their bodies.

They were unable to do anything about it since their minds had already been affected by the singing voice filling the entire place.

Those with stronger minds were still able to hold themselves for quite a while, but they could not fight against this crimson light dancing in the air and taking their lives one after another.

All they could do was watch the others fall one by one while also waiting for their turn.

Swoosh!

Felix, who was originally planning to lend a hand, stopped himself from doing anything else and watched his twin sister handle everything.

”She is asking me to be her support, but here she is reaping their lives without restraint. How am I going to assist her with such a demonic harvest?” he mumbled, shaking his head, seemingly recalling how the people from their sect treated her.

”She truly lives up to her reputation as the Singing Rakshasa,” he added along with a deep and bitter sigh.

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