In an instant, Pippen bounced off the ground.
It was like the potential exploded from his body, and his whole body swelled. In an instant, some of the body's joints were shattered by the arrogant movements, but the movements were incredibly fast.
Like a huge iron ball flying past his body, Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned dark.
In his daze, he felt himself being pushed against the wall.
Under the moonlight, Pippen's body jumped into the air, hugged the black box tightly, and took advantage of the power of turning to throw it into the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, the furious wolves jumped up from the ground and completely tore him into pieces. But in the brutal hunting with broken bones and bloody flesh, the black box rolled, stumbled, and finally rolled to the end of the street, at a person's feet.
A huge silver wolf followed him like a shadow, but the man looked at the ferocious face of the silver wolf and smiled. He just bent down and pressed his hand on the black box.
-collapse!
In an instant, there was a deafening explosion in the black box.
In the violent sound, an invisible force, like a hammer, instantly smashed Silver Wolf's head into the bluestone beneath his feet. Blood like mercury splashed on the black box, staining a corner white.
On the black box, the cracks slowly opened, and finally turned into powder completely. The clarinet delicately fell into the hands of the visitor. After the explosion, it no longer trembled, as if it had returned to the place it should have returned to.
"What a shame, Wolf Flute."
The visitor took off the long top hat on his head, revealing his white pupils: "It's a good trap, but it's a pity that it doesn't work for me... You accidentally killed an innocent person, do you regret it?"
He seemed to be very old, with wrinkles all over his face. He was not at all like the thirty-year-old middle-aged man that Wolf Flute said, but there was a cold light in his white pupils, which was even colder than that of the wolves. If animality gives people fear, then the almost unreasonable violence and cruelty can freeze people's souls.
"sorry, we do not have that."
Amidst the low roars and surroundings of the wolves, the sound of the wolf whistle came: "He was already dead when you controlled him with your 'worm'."
On Pippen's broken head, in his ear, a black leech-like creature swam out from the blood. It was originally parasitic in Pippen's brain. Now it crawled out and swam quickly in the pool of blood. It moved, dragging a line of blood to the feet of the rainmaker, and finally wrapped around his wrist, quickly hardening and turning into a strange bracelet.
The rainmaker lowered his eyebrows, as if admiring the worm bracelet on his wrist, and sighed softly: "You see, I paid a huge price for this reward. It has helped me through many hardships, including this time."
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around at the scenery with an expression of surprise and admiration: "It's really unimaginable. I chased you so far, but I didn't expect that 'it' would be hidden by you in this ridiculous town. .”
"You can't take it away while I'm here."
Voices came from the darkness, as if coming from all directions.
"I don't dare to carry such a terrible thing with me. The order I received was just to destroy it."
The rainmaker suddenly smiled: "Similarly, I can do it too..." He paused, then the clarinet in his hand suddenly lifted up and made a sad sound:
"—Destroy you!"
There was an explosion like a dying scream, and when the scream spread, countless boiling sounds followed. The sea breeze suddenly danced wildly, and the sound of the tide became indistinct. A huge amount of ether was awakened by this scream, and gathered into a current, coming from all directions, plundering all water vapor.
The air suddenly became extremely dry, and even breathing had a burning sting. But then, pale mist spread from the feet of the rainmaker, and the thick and suffocating mist spread in an instant.
Fog engulfed the entire street, turning everything into a blur.
Immediately afterwards, water droplets appeared out of thin air, crashing into the mist like heavy rain, like arrows. Wherever it passed, everything was robbed of its temperature and condensed with a layer of white frost.
In an instant, where the fog shrouded the place, heavy rain poured down.
The silver wolves roared and rushed into the mist, but they lost his trace and could not find where the man was.
Musicians of the transformation department are best at manipulating changes in the properties of objects, creating storms and frost, and creating flames and iron walls. Among all the musicians, they are the most suitable to be on the battlefield because of their immense destructive power!
Now, the clarinet whistled low, completing a short knot in an instant, summoning a thick and suffocating fog and rainstorm and a severe cold enough to freeze ordinary people in an instant.
"Tsk, you're hiding in your own turtle shell again."
Wolf Flute spat, and his eyes turned into animalistic vertical pupils and stared at the fog and rain.
- Cromer Variations·OP74, its title is "The Rain Demon".
But the most dangerous thing is not this... far from this...
Therefore, he needs to be on full alert.
…
But in the mist, the clarinet played sonorously.
The sound spread out like countless people choking in the rain, weeping and complaining. It was in this desolate sound that there were screams like iron bees flapping their wings one after another, as if ghosts were summoned and lingered in the mist.
In the mist, the endless rainstorm suddenly surged, and a piercing scream emerged from it, easily digging a big hole in the neck of a silver wolf.
The silver wolf's head was broken, hung around his neck, rolled in the rain, and was completely cut open by what followed.
Until finally, the silver wolf disappeared. All that was left was tiny holes that penetrated deeply into the ground.
In those pits, there are slender pieces of iron.
The iron pieces embedded in the earth and stone still emitted a scorching light, but after being separated from the mist, the heat disappeared, as if the heat was sucked away by the mist and returned to the source.
This is one of the reasons why "Rain Demon" is known as the music score of killing. Through several different combinations of notes, it can produce an almost irresistible destructive effect - "exploding iron".
That piece of mist is not dead, it is a living thing. The reason why it spreads the cold is because it is extracting light and heat from the surroundings all the time. All the light and heat were taken away, and then exploded as those iron-like "mediums" flew.
No matter how thick the armor or walls are, they can't stop the impact of this power.
If a person was hit, he would probably be interrupted in an instant, right
All it takes is a loud bang for the upper body and the lower body to say goodbye to each other.
Or the whole person becomes a pile of minced meat.
This is the most dangerous thing about the rainmaker, because what he is best at...is killing people.
The music continued, and the sound of rain became more intensive, wrapping around the extremely thin iron sheets and shooting in all directions. The iron piece easily cut off the silver wolf's neck and four claws, killing them until they collapsed.
But amid the increasingly desolate music of the wolf whistle, jackals emerged from the earth one after another.
As if there is no limit at all, the summons of the wolf whistle continue to emerge from the void... This is almost as large as the entire wolf pack.
These giant wolves, which are so huge that they are almost as tall as a person, are by no means normal creatures. They are born from the ether, have no vital points, no blood, no fatigue, and no fear.
And as the "Nei" recorder played, they expanded again, revealing a strange icy blue, but their bodies became more and more ethereal, as if they were about to melt into the mist.
"Don't hide, dear Mr. Wolf Flute!"
In the rain and fog, the rainmaker suddenly roared, and a flash of light passed by, splitting the wall, causing the masonry to collapse, and countless dust to fly. In the flying dust, the wolf whistle in the shadow finally showed its traces.
The iron piece that passed through the wall flew past his throat, leaving an eye-catching blood mark.
"wheelchair?"
Rainmaker strode forward: "When did you fall in love with this sissy thing?"
The iron pieces screamed and shot, like arrows bursting from a powerful crossbow, densely gathered into a bunch of heavy rain, spraying forward.
Wolf Flute's body suddenly tilted, and the two wheels of the wheelchair slid on the ground. After spinning in a circle, it slid back. Tie Yu passed him by, leaving a honeycomb-like depression on the wall, and gravel flew into the air.
"Wow, don't say it yet."
Langdi raised his brows exaggeratedly and patted the armrest: "This thing is easy to use, and it makes it easy for me to be lazy. It's so easy to use! I'm falling in love with it."
“Save your witty words of love until you go to hell with it.”
The rainmaker raised his withered face, and on the dark eyeballs, the pale white color representing his pupils shrank:
"—Enough with the nonsense!"
In his hand, the clarinet has been raised to his lips, playing a sharp tune. The white mist suddenly trembled, rolled and boiled, and finally turned into blood-like scarlet.
Blood red? !
"Blowing blood and breathing?"
Wolf Flute opened his mouth and rubbed his teeth like an animal: "This kind of playing technique of using blood to support the ether is really the style of you cultists."
The sharp and mournful playing suddenly increased in pitch, and the red mist danced wildly, with countless rainwater flying and colliding in it, and the sound of friction against each other was like thunder. In the sound of thunder, six blazing flashes suddenly lit up.
They were extremely thin and extremely sharp pieces of iron. They gained speeds comparable to those of arrows in the whirlpool of rainwater, and they made a trembling sound as they whirled, like the screams of evil spirits.
This is "explosive iron" that can only be fired in a single shot originally. They are mixed in the rain and gathered into a bunch. When fired, they will be shot out like a fan, leaving people with nowhere to escape in a small space.
But now six paths appeared at the same time, and even the wolf whistle who had been teasing each other couldn't help but feel his scalp numb when he saw the scene in front of him. The evil method of boiling blood and blowing breath, sometimes it's just... really enviable!
Why is there no such convenient method in Discipline Musician? Even if you can't burn other people's blood, you can still use your own blood.
Lang Flute's eyes turned envious.
By throwing out six rounds at a time, the rainmaker might have paid a heavy price. It's a pity that whether this behavior is because he has gone crazy or he is naturally cautious towards a strong enemy, it is super, super, super difficult to deal with.
After all, when Wolf Flute was attacked a hundred meters away, there was only one piece of iron that severely damaged it!
But now, he was sitting in a wheelchair with nowhere to escape, and the buzzing sound in the air had already stung his whole body with chills - that was the sound of explosive iron about to be fired.
Under the tremendous pressure, he could only play the recorder in his hand with numbness.
The next moment, the sound of the flute dancing in the wind and sand was shattered by the explosive scream, and the iron pieces brewing in the rain and fog flew out. The iron pieces that had been rubbed into red were instantly released, and the terrifying kinetic energy and heat destroyed their bodies in an instant, turning them into even more terrifying iron sand.
The iron sand burned through the fog, pulling the blood mist and flying forward.
As if in an instant, hundreds of blazing spikes pierced out of the dancing blood mist, sinking into the stone slabs and walls, easily knocking them into pieces.
The terrifying residual heat spread, setting off a sheet of pale water vapor.
But in the water vapor, there was the sound of a silver wolf roaring.
"-So, I am indeed a genius! Hahahaha!!"
Pulled hard by six silver wolves, the wheelchair rushed out of the thick fog like a sleigh.
Wolf Flute, half covered with bloodstains, laughed wildly and sat firmly on the wheelchair that was about to completely fall apart. I'm afraid no one thought that this lunatic could seize the last moment, transform his wheelchair into a sled, and escape from six fan-shaped blasts of iron.
In the speeding wheelchair, Langdi sighed, took out the small bottle that looked like a pendant around his neck, popped the cork with his fingers, then raised his head and drank the contents of the small bottle into his throat.
The moment the ice-blue sperm entered his throat, he trembled all over, his skin turned pale white, and blue-purple blood vessels expanded and emerged under the skin, intertwining into a chilling network.
The blood network is beating, beating with incomparable regularity... It's like a beast digesting the blood and then releasing burning flames. A faint light lit up from Lang Flute's eyes, and the blazing electric light intertwined in his eyes, making people afraid to look directly.
"Damn, this is a huge loss."
The wolf flute murmured in a low voice, and the sound was as hoarse as iron. He took a deep breath and suddenly blew the recorder.
Just this time, some kind of power burst out in the music, as if the illusory sound had condensed into reality, eroding this false world. It was obviously an extremely cold night, but it made people feel so hot that they were crazy.
Immediately afterwards, the wind from the desert fell from the sky, destroying the miserable wind and cold rain.
The dampness, coldness and malice in the air were swept away by the hot and dry wind. The sound of the recorder spreads like wild sand sweeping across, making people feel thirsty and scorching sun in the sky wherever it passes.
The low sound of sand and gravel rubbing against each other drowned out the screams of "The Song of the Rain Demon".
Under the moonlight, a huge wolf king suddenly appeared. It was taller and more ethereal than its kind. It was like a reflection in the water and would disappear in the next moment.
It did disappear.
The rainmaker's expression changed drastically and he quickly retreated, but the Wolf King appeared again, behind him.
His body trembled, and he lowered his head sluggishly, seeing the huge gap in his waist. It was a wound torn open in an instant by the ghost-like Wolf King.
Under the moonlight, the Wolf King spit out the blood, flesh and internal organs in his mouth, and slowly looked back at him, his translucent body like mist as he turned around.
"Hades, messenger?"
The screams suddenly stopped, and the rainmaker murmured hoarsely, lost in thought.
The Wolf King returned and disappeared in an instant. When it reappeared, there was already a piece of flesh and blood in its claws and half a rib. He looked down at his prey arrogantly. And the rainmaker is simply... powerless to resist!
As the Wolf King flashed again, the dull sound of flesh and blood being torn could be heard.
The rainmaker covered his exposed internal organs and knelt on the ground.
The outcome has been decided.