That ash hand was entwined with a terrifying melody, exuding a deathly gray ether breath. Wherever it passed, the walls were weathered and mottled, the floor was covered with cracks, and the wind carried the sound of cracking.
Everything was "destroyed" by this hand in an instant!
-Things are twisted!
Everyone's faces turned pale.
This is the ultimate power that resonance-level musicians dream of, a terrifying voice that is only one step away from the "scepter". But the aura exuded by just one hand has reached this level, so what kind of monster is its body? !
With red eyes, he watched blankly as the hand was raised high, clenched into a fist, and then suddenly dropped towards him!
Like the sky is falling...
This was his only thought.
Bah!
A pool of meaty pulp shot out from under the black hand and landed on the face of the musician next to him, causing a scream of surprise.
That huge palm swept across the narrow room, entangled with layers of black energy, holding several musicians in its hand, and then retracted behind the vortex.
A shrill scream came from the silent whirlpool, it was the cry of fear of falling into hell.
Immediately afterwards, there was a numbing chewing sound, and there was no more sound.
The bloody whirlpool is still spinning, the hand has disappeared, the dog has disappeared, but the faces of all the survivors are still bloodless.
With just one hand, in an instant, their number was reduced by more than half!
Even the mysterious red eye is dead? !
Some people's legs were trembling and they were already trying to escape quietly.
"Don't mess up your position, stabilize the blood flow first!"
The robin's voice sounded.
The man wearing a weird mask replaced Blood Eyes and stood at the core position: "The Royal Musicians are about to break in. The top priority now is to solidify the blood path and take it away... Red Eyes, are you still alive? Work hard for me while you are alive. Work.”
"Recovering..."
Next to the robin, there was the remains of Red Eyes that had been smashed into pieces. The remains had turned into a pile of rotten meat that was crushed like mud.
But in the rotten flesh, the remaining half of the head opened its only red eye, sighing hoarsely: "This body can no longer be used. It's a pity, after three years of use, I have become accustomed to it..."
On the spot, the rotten flesh burned in vain, along with the aura of destruction within it. Half of Red Eye's head was floating in the air, he glanced at the rare and strange musicians, and said calmly:
"Let's begin, time is running out. Based on the ninth movement of "Calixstinus", symphonic performance."
The musicians swallowed, forced themselves to calm down, and did as they were told.
The ether once again made waves. Amidst the sharp chants and melodies, the blood vortex began to slowly collapse, releasing a dazzling light, transforming from an ethereal and uncertain state to the material interface.
But screams suddenly sounded from among the musicians.
The musician at the front suddenly stopped singing and rolled on the ground in pain. He obviously stopped singing, but his voice still continued.
In the midst of the crazy singing, his body shriveled up little by little, and all the essence, flesh and blood were extracted and merged into the collapsing vortex.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth... The musicians were horrified and wanted to break away from the resonance between them, but found that they were already trapped in the mud.
Even if they want to stop, the melody and etheric surge in their bodies urge and stimulate their bodies, forcing them to burn all their lives and push this demon hymn to its highest peak!
"Blow the breath with boiling blood"!
This was a technique used by rainmakers in the past, but now it became a trap hidden in the music score. Except for Robin and Red Eyes, all the musicians were drawn into empty shells one by one.
Dots of light flew out from the empty shell's features, gathered in front of the red eyes, and turned into an ancient leather scroll, with layers of scriptures depicted in blood, all of which were about how to use life and blood to arrange rituals to please God, a way to exchange rewards.
—The "Dossier of Calixstinus"!
This is a copy made with the lives of sixteen musicians.
Robin looked back at Red Eyes. His eyes didn't look angry, but contained a hint of coldness: "They are my men after all. If you kill them without permission, aren't you worried that I will be angry?"
"They are a bunch of consumables anyway, and they know too much. Even if I don't do it, you will clean them up, right? If you let me do it, at least you can use them."
Red Eyes didn't care, just looked at him with his remaining eyes: "Besides, my two brothers also died because of you, you owe me this."
"You'd better not ask for more."
The robin withdrew his gaze and looked up at the whirlpool in the sky. The vortex had condensed into a fist-sized light, slowly falling in front of him.
This is the "blood road sign" created at the cost of the entire Avalon quagmire war. From then on, he can use this to open the blood road and enter the dark kingdom of shadows at any time.
Under the mask, he showed a faint smile and reached out to grab the ball of blood.
But in an instant, his body trembled, and his eyes burst out with a ferocious look:
"Who is there!?"
Behind him, there was a cold laughter.
"Thanks for your hard work."
That was the professor's hoarse murmur.
The alchemy equipment under Robin's robe was all activated, forming a layer upon layer of shield effect. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the bloody light in the air.
Red Eye made an immediate decision and sprayed out a circle of spreading ripples. The miserable green ripples spread in all directions. As the ripples swept past, a flying black shadow appeared in the empty place.
The whereabouts were exposed, but the professor did not hesitate. Instead, he accelerated and rushed in the direction of the beacon. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the round of blood.
The prepared right hand was raised from his sleeve, and the silver flute on his fingertips pointed in the direction of the two of them.
"I have a gift for you."
The music score sealed in the silver flute was awakened, and the cold melody suddenly burst out from the void, bringing about the frenzy of winter in an instant.
Is it a faction of change
The red eyes moved, the file in front of him opened, and the hymn sounded out of thin air. The wall of bones suddenly rose from the ground, blocking the overwhelming cold wave.
But the cold wave passed through the wall like a phantom, sweeping towards Red Eyes and Robin with only their heads left!
No, it’s not the transformation faction—it’s the evolution of the illusion faction!
Red Eyes had an instant insight, but then he was engulfed by hallucinatory music.
This is a trap carefully crafted by the professor just for them!
In an instant, he was surrounded by layers of frost and snow illusions - weathervanes, rivers of frozen tears, Bodhi, looking back, will-o'-the-wisps, spring dreams, loneliness, road signs, hotels...
A layer of flawless "images" poured into his mind, occupying his mind.
Or the biting cold wind, or the flowing glaciers, or the frosty bodhisattva, or the eerie will-o'-the-wisps, followed by the charming and gentle spring dreams, the loneliness...
In an instant, his will was torn apart, and he was involuntarily swallowed up by this strange illusion.
This is a piece of music composed by Schubert, a saint of the illusionist faction - "Winter Journey". In the cold winter, it is like a long journey in a dream!
This piece of music is not very lethal, but no matter how strong the musician is, once he falls into it, he will be instantly trapped by the twenty-four cages and unable to escape.
Red Eyes was instantly trapped in the illusion cage, but gave Robin a chance.
The shields around the robin exploded, blocking the cold wave for a moment, and then, a dark robin flew out of his pocket.
The phantom beast took the place of its master and endured the invasion of the illusion.
The flying bird collapsed in an instant, because the fragments of consciousness contained in it were killed by the illusion, but the robin was completely fine and survived the professor's long-prepared killing move!
No one expected that the robin turned out to be a musician from the Summoning Faction!
Immediately afterwards, firefly-like light spots floated from the robin's fingers and flew towards the corpses around it.
The light of the fireflies penetrated into the mouth and nose of the corpse, and the corpse suddenly swelled up, and a blazing fire appeared under the skin, as if the flesh and blood were ignited.
In an instant, all that was left of the corpse was an empty skin, while a wave of thousands of times more powerful fireflies surged out from their features and pounced on the professor.
Those are thousands of phosphorus fire insects, harmless to all dead things, but deadly natural enemies to flesh and blood!
The professor's movements remained unchanged, and he rushed straight towards the road sign, not caring about the swarm of fire bugs coming towards him.
In an instant, the tide of fireflies stirred up a storm, loud roars spread, fierce lights danced wildly, and a burning figure passed through it.
He actually endured the torture of those fireflies and resisted the erosion of phosphorus fire with his demon blood!
Regardless of the price of heavy injuries, his palm was just a hair away from the blood!
Miscalculation!
A flash of astonishment flashed in the robin's eyes, and he immediately became violent. He endured the heartache and took off the ring on his index finger, throwing it into the air.
If you want to resist forcefully, try to see if you can resist this!
The ring set with a red gem flew towards the professor. On top of the ring, the red gem silently shattered and turned into powder.
In the crystal light of the crystal powder, there is an eye looming!
A glimpse!
Endless malice and madness seeped out from that eye, almost condensing into substance.
The professor's body trembled, as if struck by thunder. His body stopped suddenly and unreasonably, and he retreated quickly!
Under the gaze of that "eye", the professor's hand was broken inch by inch and twisted into a ball of mud. The whole person was infected by the aura of defeat and was on the verge of collapse.
The shield is useless, the defense is useless, the alert is useless...
Under the gaze of this one eye, all precautions are meaningless.
Even if the professor managed to escape in time, he would almost be completely wiped out!
If he hadn't been a strong person in the telepathy and illusion factions, I'm afraid that at this moment, he would have completely turned into a madman and become a crazy believer in that one eye...
"The Eye of the Evil God!"
The professor rolled to the ground, and his left shoulder was cut off by the handle. The twisted arm fell to the ground and squirmed like a living creature, walking around. It had been transformed into a dependent of the evil god!
In the hands of the robin, there is an eye gifted by the "Evil God Hundred Eyes"
That was a fleeting glance cast by the gods who had exhausted all evils and sins in the world, and it was enough to completely defeat the mortals of flesh and blood!
In an instant, the outcome was reversed.
"This is specially prepared for uninvited guests like you! How do you feel?! Mr. Moriarte!"
The robin laughed hoarsely, looking down at the professor who had rolled to the ground in the distance.
He stretched out his hand to embrace the blood that was slowly falling in the air, and looked at the beacon he was about to grab, and his laughter became distorted with excitement.
No matter how hard you try, my things are still mine!
—No one can take it away!
"Wow, you are smiling so happily! Did something good happen?"
In the darkness, the boy's hoarse voice sounded.
Bang!
The entire final laboratory suddenly shook, as if a giant had swung a hammer and smashed it down. The air pressure changed violently, causing strong winds to blow in all directions.
In an instant, the sighing shock completely smashed the entire dome into pieces, and heavy gravel screamed and fell from the air.
Just as rocks were flying, frantic modified bodies rushed out of the darkness one after another, screaming and pounced on the robin.
Immediately afterwards, the evil spirit of revenge fell from the sky, falling straight towards the bloody beacon!
"The good stuff is mine!"